Being able to see his eyes made her smile for a moment, up until he tugged her hair. She gasped loudly, still moving against him, trying to move as close to him as possible.
When he spoke, she blinked hard, whimpering. She'd been unaware until just that moment that she'd find his verbal assertion of dominance quite so hot. But his voice was pitched low, and she found herself almost dizzy with arousal. If she hadn't been mostly sitting, she would've gone weak kneed and wobbly, and she was sure he'd be able to tell that she'd gotten far wetter. "I don't - I'm sorry," she murmured demurely, trying to duck her head.