After Hours,
His Terms
I work in a Mumbai corporate tower, a good Indian girl who plays by the rules. But my boss, Vikram Rao, doesn't want my obedience — he wants my surrender. When I stay late, he locks the glass door, bends me over his mahogany desk, and takes what he's been craving. The slow, deliberate way he ties my silk saree pallu around my wrists, the way he praises me in Hindi before he fills me, the way he keeps his starched white shirt fully buttoned while he makes me fall apart — this isn't a one-time thing. He has a protocol: I arrive at 7 PM sharp, kneel beside his chair in my blouse and petticoat, and wait for his instructions. But when I find a pair of silk restraints in his drawer, labeled with my name, I realize he's been planning to own me for much longer than I knew. The question is: how long has he been watching me, and how far will he take this game of total control?
Length4 scenes · ~55 min
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RegisterHeated → unhinged