Lahat ng Kabanata ng Their Slave: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Amber’s P.O.V.Clare and I sit side by side on the floor at our Masters' feet. The tray and chains have finally been removed from Clare's chest. Jordan swirls the drink in his glass before breaking the silence. “As you mentioned earlier, Hunter, you don't like the idea of another man dominating or even touching your submissive. But my wife and I are quite different in that regard. I enjoy seeing my wife ruined and punished by other men, and she thrives on it." He takes a slow sip of his liquor, his expression completely unfazed. "It certainly would have added an extra layer of fun tonight if you shared that preference. But respecting your boundaries, I’ve planned our evening a bit differently."Thank God. Hearing Jordan speak so casually about sharing his submissive sends a nervous flicker through my blood, but knowing Hunter already laid down boundaries before we even stepped into this house gives me relief. Hunter is possessive to his absolute core. Except Nathan, the thought of a

Amber’s P.O.V.Clare lets out a long, trembling sigh as she collapses slightly on the carpet, her entire body spent from her climax. The dildo slowly slips free from us, and I slump onto my stomach, my chest heaving as I breathe heavily through my mouth. My lips ache, my throat feels raw, and the skin across my backside and inner thighs is burning hot from Hunter's flogger.Jordan steps back, adjusting his shirt cuff as he looks down at the two of us. "Let's take a short break.” He turns towards Hunter. "Give our slaves a moment to restore their energy for the next challenge.""Agreed.” Hunter nods, lowering his flogger."In the meantime, let my slave serve you dinner. We’ll be right back. Clare and I have to make a few preparations for the dinner.”Jordan leaves the hall with Clare trailing silently behind him, her head lowered obediently.Hunter pulls out a small jar of soothing healing cream from his pocket. He kneels beside me on the carpet before commanding me gently, "Lie down o

Amber’s P.O.V. The door swings open, and Hunter and Jordan step back into the room. The air in the hall grows thick with immediate tension as they walk toward where Clare and I remain suspended from the beam. Jordan carries a bullet vibrator while Hunter holds a silicone dildo in his hand. They stop directly in front of us, their dark gazes taking in our bound positions. "It is time for your reward, Clare," Jordan announces. "And Amber... your punishment." Jordan steps up to me first. Without a word, he attaches the vibrator directly against my swollen, sore centre, securing it tightly in place with a thin leather strap. My eyes flicker to Hunter standing right beside him. He is watching with complete authority. Knowing my Master is right there, guiding every single boundary and permitting this exact moment, I surrender to the discipline my Master has set for me. Then Jordan presses a button, setting the device to its lowest speed. The low buzz sends a frustrating wave of vibrati

Amber’s P.O.V.The next day, Hunter spends the afternoon taking me to some of my favourite spots across London. We stroll through the quiet, cobblestone streets, holding hands, enjoying the autumn air. He buys me fresh coffee and pastries. For a few sweet hours, the dark world of BDSM, ropes, and strict submission feels miles away, replaced by the warmth of his quiet affection.At night, we head straight to the airport, where Hunter’s private jet is waiting on the tarmac.The flight back to Manhattan is smooth. Wrapped comfortably in a blanket inside the cabin, I rest my head against Hunter’s shoulder while he works quietly on his laptop, his free hand casually resting over mine.By the time the jet touches down in New York, the sun is just beginning to rise over the skyline.After reaching home, Hunter gets dressed up in a black suit, adjusting his tie in front of the mirror before leaning down to kiss me goodbye as he leaves for his office. "Don't work too hard today, Green Eyes.”I

Amber’s P.O.V.My jaw literally drops. I lie on the bed, staring at Ruby in complete disbelief. My breath is still heavy. Ruby? Sweet, quiet Ruby who always consoles me, helps me with everything? "Are you serious right now?" I ask, propping myself up on my elbows and glaring at her. "Who even are you? Since when do you talk like that?"A smirk plays at the corners of Ruby’s lips as she adjusts the cuffs of her uniform. The nervous maid who used to blush and look away when Hunter cornered me in the kitchen is nowhere to be seen. In her place stands someone with an unshakeable confidence that catches me completely off guard."I’m just answering Mr Hunter question truthfully," Ruby replies smoothly. "You were acting far too spoiled, Amber. You wanted it immediately without working for it. A little denial is good for you."My heartbeat accelerates. Her blunt words, combined with that commanding tone, shock me to the core. It feels surreal to hear my friend analyse my submission so casua