Anna Marie’s Frosted Submission: A Night Devoted to Sir

Anna Marie felt the cold settle outside as the winter wind brushed against the windows, but inside, her body was warm — buzzing, trembling, already aching for him. She knelt on the soft blue rug exactly where Sir told her to, wearing only the silky silver slip he’d chosen for her.

She heard his footsteps before she saw him.

“Good girl,” Sir murmured as he stepped behind her, his voice deep and steady. The words alone made her thighs shake.

She lowered her head instantly. “Thank you, Sir.”

Sir walked around her slowly, admiring his obedient little treasure. He lifted her chin with a finger.

“Tell me why you’re kneeling.”

“Because I belong to you, Sir.”

He smiled. “Correct.”

Sir laid her on the bed, spreading her thighs gently but firmly. “Good girls open when they’re told.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His fingers teased her until she was panting, trembling, dripping. She didn’t dare move without permission.

“You want more?”

“Yes, Sir…”

Sir rewarded her with his mouth. Anna Marie cried out, shaking as he held her hips still, licking her with deep, deliberate control.

“Be still.”

“Yes, Sir.”

When she begged to cum, he pulled back, making her wait until her entire body vibrated with need.

“Cum for me, Anna Marie. Be my good girl.”

She shattered — crying out, thighs trembling, completely undone for him.

Sir kissed her forehead. “Next time, you’ll beg before I even touch you.”

“Yes, Sir.”