Go upstairs

Ethan sets down the phone and starts the longest walk of his life.

Anticipation wreaks havoc on his nerves, his body shivering. As he reaches the bottom of the stairs he grasps the handrail tight, feeling as if his legs may betray him. Slowly, he starts to ascend, and with each step the stairs let out a silence-shattering creak. Surely, Layla can hear him coming. Thinking about that makes Ethan's mouth dry.

By the time he reaches the top, he feels flushed, his breathing heavy, but not from exertion. Shaking his head slightly, he turns his attention towards Layla's door, finding it very slightly cracked, a warm light peeking through.

She's waiting.

Moving toward it, towards her, he finds his feet heavy. The weight of his desires, his needs, are baring down on him, nearly too much for him to shoulder. And yet he continues on, slowly, towards his destiny. Reaching the door, he's unsure what to do but ultimately settles on giving it a soft knock.

"Come in."

The most seductive voice Ethan's ever heard answers, those two words making his knees weak. He pauses for a moment, hesitation finally winning out. If he does this... Taking a deep breath, Ethan gently pushes the door open.

A very different Layla is perched on the end of her bed. She changed her clothes, shedding the casual wear in favor of black leather, although not much of her is really concealed. All she's wearing is an underbust corset, which leaves her prodigious chest exposed, long black gloves, and boots that go on forever. Her legs are crossed, obscuring Ethan's view, but he can see enough to know she isn't wearing any bottoms.

"Welcome." She tosses him a smile, one far more predatory than he'd ever seen curl her lips. "Close the door," she uncrosses her legs, revealing her massive cock standing at attention. "And kneel."

Ethan does as he's told.

He does everything he's told.