Sir's hand remained at Honey's throat, a gentle pressure that commanded rather than threatened. The warmth of his palm sent electricity down her spine as his other hand finally grasped the zipper of her dress. Slowly… almost torturously slowly, he began to lower it, the sound of the teeth parting filling the silence between them.
"Before we begin in earnest," he murmured against her ear, "we need to establish some ground rules, Red."
His fingers traced the newly exposed skin of her back as the zipper reached its end. The dress remained in place, held up only by her shoulders, a crimson barrier that would fall away at his command.
"First rule," he continued, his breath hot against her neck. "You will address me as 'Sir' at all times."
"Yes, Sir," she whispered, her voice slightly tremul
