I followed him downstairs, the leash in his hand, my naked body on full display in the bright morning light streaming through the large windows. Every step made more of his cum leak down my inner thighs, a constant filthy reminder.

In the kitchen, I moved around preparing eggs, toast, and coffee while Ethan sat at the island watching me. The cool air made my nipples stay hard, and the sticky mess between my legs kept me constantly aware of what he had done to me.

When breakfast was ready, I served him on my knees beside his chair, feeding him bites when he told me to. He occasionally reached...