Mrs. Caine

There’s something about winter in the mountains.

Maybe it’s the snow.

Maybe it’s the roses.

Or maybe it’s the man who looks at me like I’m warm apple pie.

But no one warned me that love comes with flower crowns, glitter shoes, and chaos dressed in couture.

This Christmas is hot cocoa, unwrapped lingerie, and a surprise I never saw coming.

Okay, maybe I felt it coming… but still.

He’s not just my Daddy Dom Retriever.

He’s the man who makes me sob on his cock, put a lock on my heart, and beg to be ruined in red lace under the Christmas tree.