After 20 minutes , Shreya made her way to Mr. Kapoor's private room, her heart racing and her body still buzzing from the intense encounter in the dinning room. She could feel the sauce still inside her, a constant reminder of her submission. She paused at the door, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Then, she raised her hand and knocked tentatively, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway.

"Come in," his voice called out, and she opened the door to find him standing in the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still damp from the shower. The room was filled with the scent of his cologne, a scent that she now associated with dominance and desire.