I'm feeling very confident tonight. I don't know why. Maybe the racy live chat has me turned on? Whatever it is I'm going to keep the energy. I am I will be a dominatrix queen tonight. I own the spiciness. I own him. I own every inch of Jace. I see the way he trembles for me.
We're alone, the lake house is ours again. There's a sauna off the kitchen. I bump up the foggy heat and undress. Striping for him.
"You're mine to command," I whisper. "You will obey every command I give."
"Yes."
I push him gently onto the cool wood bench and saddle him. I unbutton his shirt. With each piece of clothing that falls away, an electric charge burns us. Every pore on of our skin shimmers in heat. His breathing quickens. I relish his sultry air.
I run my hand along his taut muscles. The steam intensifies, blurring our raw desire. My hand rail downward, tracing deliberate patterns along thighs. I experiment.
The lake house was a sanctuary of heated passion and forbidden desire, a dimly-lit den where lust and longing intertwined. The sauna's foggy heat clung to the walls, casting a hazy veil over the room, while the bed dominated the space, its inviting expanse beckoning two bodies to merge. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and the faint, lingering aroma of sex.
The Dominatrix Queen, clad in a black leather corset that accentuated her curves, stood at the foot of the bed. Her eyes, a piercing ice-blue, scanned the room, taking in every detail.