The morning light filtered softly through the heavy curtains of the luxurious suite, casting a warm glow across the rumpled sheets and the scattered clothes from the night before. Rohan stood by the edge of the large bed, already dressed in simple dark trousers and an open shirt, his eyes fixed on Priya as she stirred awake. She blinked, her body still carrying the pleasant ache from their intense night, a flush rising to her cheeks as memories of his commands and her hesitant surrender returned. He held something in his hands—a thick leather collar, dark and polished, with a sturdy silver ring attached, and a short leash of matching leather coiled in his other palm.

He approached the bed without a word at first, sitting beside her. Priya sat up slowly, pulling the sheet higher over her bare breasts, her expression a mix of confusion and residual warmth from the previous evening. Rohan lifted the collar into her view, the leather creaking faintly.