Anna Marie waited in tense submission, the word echoing in her mind as she reclined obediently on their bed, her legs spread in a vulnerable display for when Sir returned home. She had chosen to wait for him there, as commanded, rather than kneeling at the door in anticipation, despite an overwhelming urge to prove her eagerness.

The minutes ticked by at a glacial pace, each second a testament to her discipline and compliance. Her heart raced in her chest, pounding out a rhythm of desire and apprehension. When Sir finally walked through the door, Anna Marie held her breath, staring up at him with a mix of adoration and trepidation.

Sir’s eyes swept over her, noting with approval the submissive posture she had maintained, her body a silent testament to her obedience. “Good girl,” he praised, his voice low and husky with arousal. “You’ve been a very good submissive tonight, waiting in bed just as I told you to.”

Anna Marie’s face flushed with pleasure at the words, her core clenching in response. She knew how much Sir valued her submission, and the knowledge sent a thrill of excitement through her. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, her voice breathy with anticipation.

Sir shed his coat and shoes, then climbed onto the bed, his movements deliberate and purposeful. Anna Marie watched him, her heart pounding in her throat as he loomed over her, his eyes dark with desire. “I think you deserve a reward for being such a good, obedient submissive,” he murmured, his hand trailing down her body, his fingers brushing over her sensitive skin.

Anna Marie shivered at his touch, her body arching instinctively into his hand. “Yes, please, Sir,” she breathed, her eyes locked on his, desperate for whatever pleasure he might bestow upon her.

Sir’s fingers found her nipples, tweaking and pinching them until they were hard and aching. Anna Marie gasped, her back bowing off the bed as pleasure surged through her. “Beautiful,” Sir purred, his hand moving lower, his fingers delving between her thighs to tease at her slick entrance.

Anna Marie’s hips lifted off the bed of their own accord, seeking more of his touch. “Oh, Sir,” she moaned, her voice a desperate plea for more. Sir’s fingers delved deeper, finding her clit and circling it with deliberate slowness. The stimulation was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Anna Marie’s body.

“Look at you,” Sir breathed, his eyes never leaving her face as he worked her body with skilled precision. “So responsive, so eager to submit to my touch. You’re the perfect little submissive, aren’t you?”

Anna Marie couldn’t find the words to respond, her mind fogged by the intensity of her pleasure. All she could do was moan and thrash beneath Sir’s expert ministrations, her body trembling on the verge of release.

Sir’s fingers picked up speed, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Anna Marie’s breath came in ragged gasps, her hips bucking wildly against his hand as she teetered on the brink. Then, with a final, decisive thrust, Sir sent her careening over the edge into a shattering climax.

Anna Marie’s scream of ecstasy filled the room as her body convulsed in the throes of orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. Sir watched her, a look of satisfaction on his face as he witnessed the intense response of his submissive to his dominance.

As the aftershocks of her climax faded, Anna Marie lay panting on the bed, her body still trembling with the aftermath of her release. Sir moved over her, his weight pressing her into the mattress as he claimed her lips in a fierce, dominating kiss.

Anna Marie surrendered to him, her mouth opening beneath his, welcoming his invasion. She knew she was his, utterly and completely, and that knowledge only heightened the intensity of her desire for him.

As their kiss deepened, Sir’s hands roamed over Anna Marie’s body, rediscovering every curve and contour, every sensitive spot that drove her wild with pleasure. He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock hard and throbbing with need.

Anna Marie reached down, her fingers wrapping around him, guiding him to her entrance. Sir’s eyes locked with hers as he pushed forward, sheathing himself within her welcoming heat. Anna Marie gasped at the feeling of being filled by him, her body aching to take every inch of his length.

Sir began to move, his hips surging forward in a powerful, dominant rhythm. Anna Marie met him thrust for thrust, her own hips rising to meet his, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony. The room was filled with the sound of their panting breaths, the slap of skin against skin, and Anna Marie’s moans of pleasure.

As Sir’s thrusts intensified, Anna Marie could feel her second orgasm building, her body already humming with the promise of more intense pleasure to come. Sir reached down, his fingers finding her clit once more, and Anna Marie catapulted over the edge, her body convulsing in a second, even more powerful climax.

Sir followed her over the edge, his own release roaring through him as he filled Anna Marie with his seed. They lay there, entwined, their hearts racing in tandem as they rode out the aftershocks of their orgasms.

In the aftermath of their passionate encounter, Anna Marie knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be, submitted to Sir, her dominant lover, reveling in the pleasure and satisfaction that came from giving herself over to him completely.