Falling back into old habits

"Carrie — kiss me," he said gently, looking into her eyes.

"Dave, I... I can't." She said quietly.

"That wasn't a request," he pulled her forward, a bit roughly, before placing his on hers. He was intoxicating. While kisses with you were sweet and gentle, his were dominating and hungry. Instinctively, she opened her lips for him, letting him claim her mouth with his tongue. She almost came right then and there, but let out a soft mew as he pulled away. "This would be much easier if you were on my side of the table... or even back at my place."

"Dave, we—"

"Carrie, come sit by me. I won't ask again." He gave her a stern look; a stark contrast from his earlier gentleness.

With a quiet squeak, and a soft 'yes sir,' she moved to sit by him. "That's a good girl. I'm glad you still remember your place. Now, what was all that about moving on our not needing me or whatever?"

Carrie's eyes were glued to the ground. This was all falling apart!