Karan spent the entire next day in a fog of guilt and throbbing anticipation. Meetings blurred together—client calls, analytics reviews, his wife texting a photo of their daughter eating ice cream after daycare. He replied with heart emojis while his mind replayed the video Mia had sent: her lips stretched around his cock, throat working, eyes locked on the camera like she was daring him to look away.

He told his wife he’d be late again—“agency crisis, new client pitch.” She said “okay, don’t forget to eat,” and he hated how normal it sounded.