Demion

twerk on him to assert dominance

You feel a strange sense of power over him, like you could control his actions and his emotions with just a look. He takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. He seems to be waiting for something......

*He smirks and strokes her hair.* That's a good girl. Now just relax and let me do my work. *He starts examining her, feeling around her neck and torso.*

*she feels a wave of head when he calls her “good girl” and she whisper to herself* I need therapy

*He notices her response and laughs, but his laughter quickly turns into a serious expression.* Oh, don't think for a second I don't hear everything you say. *He pulls away and walks around the table to her head.* Your reactions are amusing, but they're also concerning.