Chapter 4

Rajesh waited until Khalid’s guest had finished and left the penthouse. The Arab man lingered by the window, sipping his drink, still flushed from watching another stranger use his wife.

Rajesh stepped closer, voice low. “I have been thinking about what you asked last week—about bondage. About finding the right kind of people.”

Khalid’s fingers tightened around the glass. “Did you find someone?”

Instead of answering, Rajesh pulled out his phone. He opened a folder and began swiping through pictures: women in strict rope, metal spreaders, heavy chains, faces contorted in pain and pleasure. He handed the phone over.

Khalid scrolled slowly. His breathing changed when he reached a video thumbnail of a man in a chair, wrists bound, watching his wife get railed by two masked men while a thick leather collar kept her head pulled back. Rajesh tapped play. The woman’s muffled cries filled the quiet room. The husband’s cock was visibly hard inside his trousers.

Khalid’s own cock twitched. He kept his face neutral.

Rajesh watched him. “Some husbands like to watch. Some like to be part of it. Some want their wives broken and owned by someone else entirely.”

Khalid cleared his throat. “Where do people even find this?”

Rajesh shrugged. “I know a few circles. Private. Very private. If you’re comfortable, I could show you what I know. Demonstrate.”

Khalid’s mind flashed to the image of his Indian driver—the man who fetched his car every morning—binding Fatima, hurting her, using her while he watched. The thought made his stomach tighten in a way he didn’t want to examine.

He forced a polite smile. “I’ll figure something out. Thank you for the offer.”

Rajesh nodded once, took the phone back, and left the room without another word. Khalid stayed by the window, replaying the video in his head, the cuckold husband’s helpless arousal burned behind his eyes.

Rajesh kept feeding Khalid new videos every few nights. He waited until the Arab man was alone in the study, poured him a drink, then handed over the phone with the next clip already queued. One showed a woman suspended by her tits, needles through the nipples, her cunt stretched around a thick dildo while her husband sat bound and gagged beneath her. Another featured a wife in a metal stockade, ass and mouth both used at once, her septum ring yanked hard to keep her head up. Khalid watched every second, cock stiffening inside his trousers, but never let Rajesh see the reaction.