Anna Marie’s Forbidden Solo Indulgence Anna Marie knows she shouldn’t… which only makes the temptation linger longer. The room is quiet, wrapped in shadows and soft light, and every reminder of restraint feels distant the moment she’s finally alone. Sir’s…
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…
🎄 Santa’s Naughty Little Decorator 🎁 The whole house smelled like cinnamon, pine, and trouble—her trouble. Anna Marie had been working on the decorations all day, humming Christmas songs like a good girl while she hung garland along the staircase…
Obedience Rewarded: Anna Marie’s Submission A dark-blue, silver-lit moment of devotion and desire 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…
Anna Marie — Devoted to Sir Obedience is the softest place I know. It isn’t fear; it’s a door I walk through willingly, barefoot and quiet, because on the other side is Sir—steady, certain, and impossibly patient with the mess…
Anna Marie’s Forbidden Solo Indulgence Anna Marie knows she shouldn’t… which only makes the temptation linger longer. The room is quiet, wrapped in shadows and soft light, and every reminder of restraint feels distant the moment she’s finally alone. Sir’s…
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…
🎄 Santa’s Naughty Little Decorator 🎁 The whole house smelled like cinnamon, pine, and trouble—her trouble. Anna Marie had been working on the decorations all day, humming Christmas songs like a good girl while she hung garland along the staircase…
Obedience Rewarded: Anna Marie’s Submission A dark-blue, silver-lit moment of devotion and desire 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…
Anna Marie — Devoted to Sir Obedience is the softest place I know. It isn’t fear; it’s a door I walk through willingly, barefoot and quiet, because on the other side is Sir—steady, certain, and impossibly patient with the mess…