Fury flashes through me at the reminder of what her ex did, but I push it down. This isn't about him. It's about us.
"No hitting," I agree. "No pain play of any kind until you specifically ask for it, if you ever do. Anything else?"
"Nothing involving other people," she says quickly. "Just us."
"Just us," I echo. "What about restraints? Being tied up? Blindfolded?"
Her breath catches again, and I can see the answer in her eyes before she speaks. "Yes to both. I want... I want to try that."
My cock hardens further at her admission. "And what about being told what to do? Following orders?"
"Yes," she whispers. "God, yes."
I step closer again, my hand coming up to cradle her face. "Then let's start simple. When we're like this—when I'm dominating you—you call me Sir. Understand?"
Her eyes widen, but she nods. "Yes, Sir."
The title on her lips sends a fresh wave of desire through me. "Good. Now, go to the bedroom. Last door on the right. Take off your clothes and wait for me on the bed."
She hesitates for just a moment, then heads down the hallway without another word. I give her a few minutes, using the time to gather what I'll need and to calm my racing heart. This isn't just another hookup. This is Violet. My sister's best friend. The woman I've wanted for years.
I need to get this right.
When I enter the bedroom, she's sitting on the edge of my king-sized bed, completely naked except for the simple black underwear from the clothes Savannah provided. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and she looks up at me with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
"Stand up," I tell her, setting down the items I've brought on the nightstand. "Arms at your sides."
She complies immediately, letting her arms fall away from her chest. My eyes trace over her body, taking in every curve, every dip and valley. Her breasts are full and round, nipples hard in the cool air of my bedroom. Her waist nips in before flaring out to generous hips, and her legs seem to go on forever.
"Beautiful," I murmur, and I mean it. "Turn around. Slowly."
She turns, giving me a view of her back, the curve of her ass in those black panties. When she completes the circle, facing me again, her cheeks are flushed but her eyes are clear and focused.
"What's your color?" I ask.
"Green, Sir," she says without hesitation.
"Good. Now take off your underwear."
Her hands tremble slightly as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband and slides the panties down her legs, stepping out of them gracefully. She stands before me completely naked now, vulnerable but unashamed.
"Come here," I command, my voice rough with desire.
She walks to me, stopping when she's just inches away. I can feel the heat radiating from her body, smell the subtle floral scent of her skin.
"Undress me," I tell her.
Her fingers are surprisingly steady as she unbuttons my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders. Her hands skim over my chest, tracing the tattoos that mark me as part of the club. When she reaches for my belt, I see her swallow hard, her eyes darting up to mine for reassurance.
"Keep going," I encourage.
She unbuckles the belt, then tackles the button and zipper of my jeans. As she pushes them down, along with my boxers, my cock springs free, hard and ready. Her eyes widen, and I hear her sharp intake of breath.
"See what you do to me?" I murmur, stepping out of my jeans and kicking them aside. "Just looking at you gets me hard."
"I want to touch you," she whispers.
"You will," I promise. "But first, I need to lay down some rules."
