Come With Me.

"Sweet, naive Louise."
Louise loved the sensation of standing before a man whose presence was so intimidating that it left her with both the urge to obey and the urge to disobey. She loved to play with the tension that hung in the air, and to revel in the sweetness that came with it. With her pink clothes like flower petals and her skin white like porcelain, Louise was a doll, and only a select few of men were allowed to play with her. 
Still, she'd never come across a man powerful enough to shell away her teasing, curious exteriors and bring her to raw submission, whether it was to love or something darker.
That is, until Michael came along. Truly out of nowhere.