The house slept restlessly. Lights dimmed. Rooms quiet. Even the breeze through the hallway windows moved slower, as…
The mountain air was thick with summer; woodsmoke curled from Jack’s outdoor firepit, dancing between the trees like…
Maddie couldn’t stop thinking about it. The greenhouse. The warm, wet air. The press of moss and candlelight….
The scent of espresso and sweat still clung to the sheets when Tyrone rose, slow and deliberate, the…
The cold stone floor bit into my knees as I settled on all fours before her, my Mistress…