The day unfolded in a haze of indulgence, the storm outside mirroring the one we'd unleashed indoors. After cleaning up, his hands lingering on my body as he soaped me in the cabin's clawfoot tub, fingers slipping inside me to "rinse" thoroughly, we dried off and he led me to the kitchen... naked except for the silk tie he'd looped around my neck like a collar. It wasn't tight, but the symbolic weight made my pulse race every time it brushed my skin.
Morris moved with that effortless authority, plating scrambled eggs and bacon while I perched on the counter, legs dangling, watching his muscles flex under the morning light filtering through the windows. The lake beyond was choppy, waves crashing against the dock, but my focus was more on him, the way his c**k twitched half-hard against his
