Daddy’s Whore in the Haveli
Chapter 16
My Soft Husband Finally Fucked Me Like He Meant It

The sixteenth night the haveli felt heavier than ever, the air thick with the lingering scent of oil, leather, sweat, and sex that no open window could fully clear. Priya had spent the day in the same blank, obedient state—wrists bound for long stretches, allowed only brief moments of freedom to drink from Vikram’s hand and swallow the small pieces of food he chose to give her. The residual ache in both holes never left. Every movement sent a dull, filthy reminder through her body of how thoroughly she had been stretched and used. By evening her cunt was already wet, a thin, continuous trickle of arousal sliding down her inner thighs and leaving shiny paths on her bare skin.