Kabir kept the leash wrapped tight around his fist as he led Amber up the stone staircase and out of the dungeon. Her legs were shaking so badly she could barely walk. The silk robe hung open, her heavy breasts bouncing with every step, her thighs shiny with her own slick. The sounds of the dungeon faded behind them but the memory of every filthy scene burned in her mind. Kabir did not speak until they reached the private villa. He unlocked the door, pulled her inside, and locked it with a heavy click.

The moment they were alone the leash tugged her forward until she stood trembling in front of him. “On the bed,” he ordered, voice rough with hunger. “On your back. Legs spread wide. I am going to eat that desperate pussy until you scream for me.”