"You're so wet for me, kitten," he murmured, his fingers sliding through her folds. "Do you like being bound and at my mercy?" Scarlett nodded, the word lost in a whimper as he found her clit, his thumb circling it with maddening precision. "Use your words," he ordered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. "Say it."

Her voice was a shaky whisper, "I love it, Sir." The admission sent a thrill through her, the power of his dominance intoxicating. James leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. "Good girl," he breathed, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. "Now, let's see how much you can take."