Her house

We walk into her house, and I take a moment to look around. It's a nice place, cozy and comfortable, with warm lighting and a fire crackling in the fireplace. As we enter, Miss Adams turns to me, her expression unreadable.

"Come here," she says, gesturing towards a large armchair in front of the fireplace. I follow her over and sit down, feeling her eyes on me as she stands in front of me.

Without a word, she straddles my lap, her legs on either side of mine. I'm taken aback by the suddenness of her actions, but I don't protest. She leans forward, her hands coming up to cup my face. Her touch is gentle, yet possessive, her fingers tracing along my jaw.

"You know," she says, her voice dropping to a low murmur. "You're very good at following orders, aren't you, darling?" I can feel my heart rate pick up at her words, and I can practically hear the smirk in her voice.

She leans in closer to me, her body pressed against mine, her breath warm on my skin. "But sometimes," she continues, her fingers trailing down to the top button of my shirt. "Sometimes I wonder just how far you'll go to please me."

I take a shuddering breath as her fingers slowly undo the buttons of my shirt, one by one, revealing my chest bit by bit. Her eyes roam over my exposed skin, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"I have a feeling, darling," she says, her voice a low purr. "That you would do anything to please me. Is that right?" Her fingers continue down to my pants, her touch light but firm.

I swallow hard, trying to keep my emotions in check. Her words are like a drug, making me feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time. I want desperately to be the one in control, but there's something about her dominant nature that makes me weak.

"Why don't you test that?" I finally say, trying to feign confidence, but my voice falters slightly.

She lets out a low laugh, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Oh, you're asking for it now, darling." She leans even closer, her lips hovering just above mine, her breath hot against my skin. "But you're right. I think it's time we find out just how far you'll go for me, hm?"

She doesn't give me a chance to respond before her lips crash into mine, her kiss hard and demanding. I let myself be consumed by it, my arms wrapping around her and pulling her even closer. Her tongue slips into my mouth, exploring and dominating, causing me to let out a low moan.

She pulls my shirt off the rest of the way, her hands exploring my chest and back, her nails scraping lightly along my skin. Her mouth moves down to my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive flesh, leaving marks that I know are going to be there tomorrow.

I arch into her touch, my body on fire as she continues her assault on my senses. She moves down to my chest, her tongue tracing patterns over my skin, her teeth nipping at my collar bone.

"You taste so good," she murmurs against my skin, her hands trailing down to the waistband of my pants. "And you're all mine, darling."

The possessiveness in her words should scare me, but instead they just make me want her even more.

I can't help but let out a small chuckle, "Oh, Miss... you're still soaked and cold from the rain" I say, trying to push her head back before she makes me climax. It would be so embarrassing if I orgasmed over some mere kisses.

She pulls her head back, a small pout on her lips. "Are you really refusing me right now, darling?" Her voice is low and dangerous, and I can tell she's not used to being denied.

I slowly shake my head. "I was going to suggest we have a nice warm shower." Her eyes light up at that, and her usual sly smirk spreads across her face. "Oh, you are just full of good ideas," she says, her smirk turning into a genuine smile.