Without a word, Ajeet moved behind her and began unwrapping her wrists. She remained still as he finished. With his gentle, but direct guidance, he moved her out of the chair and positioned her on her hands and knees on the platform.

She felt his hands on her skin. He ran them all over her, first over her calves, thighs, and butt, then up along her smooth back and shoulders. He seemed enthralled, like he was participating in a worship ceremony of some kind. She felt revered. She felt idolized. She felt incredibly turned on. There was hope in the pit of her stomach that he wasn't done with her....