"No, I'm not," she murmured as she slid her hands beneath her skirt and tugged down her panties, still leaving her skirt in place. "But you're going to do it anyway, aren't you? Whatever I want."
It was a thought that made her feel drunk, though not with power. Him fucking her just because he was scared of her wouldn't be good either. It was something else. Something she hadn't felt in a long, long time.