The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the Delhi apartment, but for Asha, the day began in darkness—on her knees in the bathroom, naked except for the leather collar that now felt like a permanent extension of her skin. Raj stood over her, his cock in hand, morning wood still half-hard from the night's ravages. He'd woken her with a sharp tug on the collar, dragging her here without a word.

"Kneel properly, kutiya. Pair faila, muh upar. (Kneel properly, bitch. Spread your legs, mouth up.)" His voice was gravelly from sleep, but the command was absolute.