My cock twitches in my sherwani, eager for what's coming. She has no idea the kind of husband she's gotten—dominant, cruel, and insatiable. Tonight, I'll mold her into the perfect submissive slut.

I lead Isha up the stairs to our bedroom. Her hand trembles in mine, bangles jingling like nervous bells. The door clicks shut behind us, the sound echoing like a lock on her fate. She freezes, eyes darting around the lavish room—the king-sized bed draped in silk sheets, the dim lamp casting shadows, the couch in the corner where I plan to start her training.