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 the door shut, the leash tugged her forward hard. “Strip,” he ordered, voice low and rough. “Everything off. On the bed, face down, ass up, legs spread wide. I am going to train that tight little virgin ass tonight, and you are going to take every inch of it. "
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