Yes

"Yes..."

"Yes, what?" Layla's tone turns sharp.

"Yes... Mistress..." Ethan corrects himself, the word making him quiver.

"Good boy," she turns her attention off her cock and back towards her tea, sipping it, "I'm to finish my tea, and when I do I'm going to come over there use you. I expect," she sips her tea again, "Your ass to be in the air and waiting for me. If it's not," another sip, "I'm going to bend you over my knee and spank it till it's red. Now," she sips again, tipping the cup back more, "I know that might sound like a reward to your sick, twisted little slut brain, but I assure you: if is not. Because after I spank your needy ass until it's so tender you won't sit for a week, I'll still proceed to fuck you so hard that-" she goes to sip but stops, tilting the cup towards Ethan. "Better hurry."