I finished making Mr. Malhotra coffee and carried it through to the living room. I was wearing only a pair of white cotton socks. The rest of my clothes had been confiscated and I would only earn them back with my obedience. My stepdad had taken my phone too so I couldn't even call for help. I was his servant until I got my clothes and phone back or my mom got home from her business trip. Whichever came first.

Mr. Malhotra was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He looked up at me as I entered, his eyes taking in my naked form. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I saw the hunger in his gaze.