Yes

"Hmm," Layla's lip curls into a smile, "Of course you do... You find be irresistable, don't you?"

Ethan can't deny it. "Yes..."

"No shame in that. I am quite the specimen..." she uncrosses her legs, and through her sweatpants, Ethan can clearly see the outline of something hardening. She reaches down, stroking the growing tent. "You want this don't you?"

Ethan opens with mouth to speak, but only a stutter comes out.

"Cat got your tongue?" she smiles, her face shifting. "Well. We can arrange something... if you play by the house rules."

"House rules?" Ethan feels lost.

"Mhm," Layla rubs herself a little harder, "Three rules. Easy to follow. You agree to them, and this can be all yours."

Ethan blinks. Something is different with Layla. Her energy. Her tone. Her smile. Layla was a kind, nurturing, and polite woman. While Ethan was sure that all those things were still true, Layla was now letting slip a different side of herself, and this was giving Ethan a moment's pause.

He might be getting in over his head.

"Rule 1:" Layla raises a finger. "You will only refer to me as 'Mistress' inside of this house."

Ethan feels himself tense.

"Rule 2: You must do anything and everything I command. My word is law here."

Her breath makes Ethan's skin flush and tingle, his temperature rising.

"And Rule 3:" her voice is barely a whisper, "You cum when I let you." She giggles slightly, her tone edged with something akin to wickedness. "Those are my rules. Follow them, or you'll be punished. Does that all sound... Good to you?"