For the next few continuous days, Arahan kept coming to Mrs. Khan's official residence. He always arrived in the morning, because of Anisha some flimsy excuse about final prototype adjustments or compliance paperwork.
The security let him pass without question now. The staff had been instructed to disappear the moment his car pulled up.
In the beginning, the sex was rough, almost punitive. Arahan was still angry at Sabiha for selling him, at Mrs. Khan for accepting, and at himself for getting hard every time he saw her flushed face and trembling thighs. He would push her against the study desk, tear her saree open again, and fuck her hard and fast.
Deep, punishing strokes made her cry out in pain and overstimulation. Her pussy, unused for fifteen years, was still tight and sensitive. Each brutal entry drew sharp screams from her lips.
