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ConfessionNo. 40: Mistress of the House – The Unraveling

Author: Gabriella4whyte
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-21 08:27:27

The Langford estate slumbered beneath a blanket of moonlight, each window a flickering eye into secrets long held. The night air was thick with jasmine and anticipation. Within the west wing, behind velvet draped doors, the rhythm of control and submission reached its climax.

Alina lay draped across Siena’s lap, her silk clad body quivering beneath the firm hand that had guided her through every twisted inch of desire. The room smelled of rose oil, sandalwood, and something raw need, perhaps. The fire crackled, casting long shadows across the mirrors that reflected every flushed cheek, every trembling breath.

Siena’s fingers slid beneath Alina’s chin, tilting her gaze upward. "Tonight, you will learn what it means to truly give. Not just your body, but your will."

Alina's lips parted, but she made no sound. Her eyes, wide with both fear and hunger, spoke the words her mouth couldn’t.

Siena stood, her satin skirt whispering across the floor. She unfastened a lacquered chest at the foot
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