Tushy - Carolina Sweets - Obedience -

Marcus opened the door without a word. Tall, dark-suited, expression unreadable. He stepped aside, and she entered the minimalist apartment—gray walls, soft lighting, and a single leather chair in the center of the living room.

He handed her a tissue for her tears. Then he kissed her forehead—soft, almost tender. Tushy - Carolina Sweets - Obedience

“Good evening, sir,” she replied, eyes down. Marcus opened the door without a word

“One, sir.”

“Count,” he said.

“Yes, sir.”

The first command was simple: Kneel. She did, silk pooling around her knees on the cold floor. Hands behind your back. She complied, wrists crossing instinctively. He bound them with a soft leather cuff—not tight, just present. A reminder. expression unreadable. He stepped aside