Do nothing

Ethan decides to stay quiet.

Smiling, Layla inches closer still, destroying the distance between them. For all intents and purposes, she was almost on top of him now, pressing up against him. Her body is warm, hot even, the heat radiating off her and making the young man flush. Her blue eyes are heavy but focued, starting at him with clear intent. Swallowing slightly, Ethan is sure he knows where this is going, but something about the energy in the air is different.

Layla gives him a wry smile, the expression subtlely different from her usual warm one. Lifting her hand, she slowly runs a lone finger along Ethan's jaw, the delicate touch making him twitch.

"Heh," she lets out a soft chuckle, flicking her fingertip off Ethan's chin lightly. "Nervous?"

"No." Ethan quickly, maybe too quickly, answers.

The corners of Layla's mouth twitch, her smile threatening to widen. She shifts slightly, pressing her ample bosom against the young man's arm strategically. "Ethan, why did you come here?"

"Uh..." Ethan considers the question, but it's hard to think with such a full-figured woman pressed up against him. "To talk abou-"

"No," Layla's finger finds his lips, pressing them to silence. "You didn't come here for that. {if Layla Sex =true}You came here to fuck me again.{else}You came here to try and fuck me.{endif}"

Ethan feels his cheeks redden, and he starts to muster up a protest only to be shushed quiet.

"Oh, don't be coy," she chews her lip slightly. "I'm willing to oblige... if you play by my house rules..."

"House rules?" Ethan barely gets the finger-muffled words out, barely realizing he even made them.

"Mhm," Layla presses her finger in a little firmer, "Three little rules. You agree to follow them, and I can make all your desires a reality."

Ethan blinks. On some level, one he's not completely sure how to measure, he did come here to fuck her. Maybe not just to fuck her, but that was definitely a reason. But something was different about her. Her energy. Her tone. Her smile. Ethan would despite Layla as a kind, nurturing, and polite woman. While Ethan was sure that all those things were 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 lifts her lips to Ethan's ear, her voice lowering. "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..." she shifts against Ethan again, pressing on him tight. "Good to you?"