Gauri woke before dawn, the vibrator's low, persistent hum already active inside her. Vikrant had set it to a gentle pulse overnight-just enough to keep her on edge, never enough to let her sleep deeply. She lay in her narrow cot in the servant quarter, thighs pressed together, trying to ignore the way it teased her clit with every shift. The other maids slept soundly around her; she bit her lip to stifle a soft moan.

Her phone buzzed on the pillow-a message from him: "Good morning, my little maid. Feel me yet?"