Hazel
'Dylan’s waiting in the tent. Show him who you are.'
A smile played on my lips. Dylan had owned me last time; ropes, blindfold, commanding every move. But Leona's note lit a spark in me. Show him who I am? Oh definitely, I was ready to flip the script. I wore a red silk slip and headed out.
I met Dylan there, shirtless, his blue eyes locking onto me. He had a coy look.
“Hey,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “You ready for me?”
He smirked, coming closer. “Question is, Hazel, you ready for me?”
I grinned, feeling a surge of confidence. “Oh, I’m ready. But this time, I’m in charge.”
His eyebrows shot up, laughing softly. “Is that right?”
“Yeah,” I said, closing the distance, my fingers tapping his chest. “Lie down. Now.”
He hesitated, his eyes searching mine, then nodde
