Verity hated it when he chuckled like that, knowing she was losing helplessly to him. The command came again and she felt the same flair of disobedience but with much less will. She wanted it, why not take it. She was still struggling with herself as he made her to look at him, caught by his eyes.
The second command had her breath not moving quite right and keeping her eyes locked with his she smirked, using the resistance on her hands to pull her knees up, until her feet were planted on the bed. Her knees stayed closed in a final attempt at modesty though.