The morning sun bled through the silk curtains yellow and hot, slashing across the ruby sheets. Amber stirred in Kabir’s arms, her cunt still aching, her asshole still remembering the brutal stretch of the Rope Room. She could still feel the ghost of the hemp biting her skin, the toys crammed in both her holes, the sick, beautiful depth of trust that had left her leaking his cum onto the mattress. Today would be worse. Today would be the most powerful room of all. Today she’d see what a dirty whore she’d become.
She turned, her eyes soft with love and a gnawing, filthy curiosity. He was already awake, watching her with those dark, knowing eyes that stripped her naked all over again.
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