The morning sun poured through the tall windows of the private villa, bathing the dining table in warm golden light. Amber sat across from Kabir, still wearing only the two collars and a short silk robe that did nothing to hide the way her heavy breasts swayed with every breath. Her nipples were still slightly tender and faintly pink from the relentless milking the night before. She ate the fresh fruit and yogurt he had prepared for her, every bite fed to her from his fingers like the obedient submissive she had become.

Kabir watched her with that calm, commanding gaze, the black leather leash resting on the table beside his coffee, already clipped to her day collar. When breakfast was finished he stood, wrapped the leash around his fist, and tugged her gently to her feet.