The lecture hall hummed with the low murmur of students settling in as Amber slipped into her usual seat in the third row. Her legs still felt weak from the previous night’s phone call, thighs sticky and her pussy tender and swollen beneath the short pleated skirt. She crossed her ankles tightly, pressing her thighs together, but the pressure only made the deep ache pulse hotter. Raj and the other two guards stood motionless along the back wall, eyes scanning the room. She kept her gaze down, cheeks already warm, the memory of Kabir’s voice and every filthy detail still burning between her legs.

Kabir entered exactly on time, crisp black suit, tie loosened just enough to look effortlessly commanding. His eyes flicked to her for the briefest second, a flicker of dark satisfaction, before he faced the class with professional calm.