Move away and go rough

You feel a bit of anger rise in your chest. This ice queen wanted to get all the fun without having to pay up some of her sweet lil cum dump. She glances at you mischievously, an evil glint her eye. Oh this bitch was in for it. You've had enough of her teasing.

You pull her up by her hair and she looks at you with a mixture of lust and fear. She begins humping your leg, already needing to cum again. You're not sure if it's the spell or her inner slut. You whisper into her ear, your breath licking the edges, "You're in for it now."

Her voice drops to a throaty husk, "What are you going to do about it?"

This bitch just dared to challenge you after you had gained your new abilities. You cooly glance at her, and she flinches, afraid of your new found confidence. You push her onto the bed and she squeals. You grimace, "You want to test me, slut? Guess what, your master won't take your shit anymore."

She's breathing hard and her hips are slowly gyrating against the bed. You ask, "Do you really want this? Do you need it?" You lightly slap her ass and her back arches, greeting your hand. You take that for an answer, but she seems to pull her courage to say, "You know Big Mac, this was fun, but I don't want to do this. I think I'm going to leave. I'm not anyone's ****." You move away. You don't want to be accused (somewhat correctly of ****). She glances at you and you recognize the longing inside of her gaze. She's practically begging you for it, this proud slut. She's biting her lip, watching your reaction. Deciding to make the most of this chance, you tell her, "I don't care." You strike forward, almost blindingly fast (maybe an effect of your new powers?). She gasps in surprise, you're kneeling over her, your knees are between her warm thighs. She's moaning from how close you are, that voice's spell must've done a real number on her. You rod brushes against her thigh, and you're reminded of the painful throbbing, but Sexy Mcstuffin seems to be more shocked. She shudders for a second and clenches her teeth. You stroke her cheek.

"Did you just cum... slut? You're excited."

She glares at you and mutters, "This isn't happening. It's just another dream. There's no way my stupid brother is making me feel like this. This is just a sick dream. Mom's going to come in here any time now."

Another? You remember that and decide to plow on. You lean down, her nipples drilling into your chest. Your lips brush against her red lips, sans make-up. You lean back and her head reaches up, unconsciously following your kiss. You wipe her lips, feeling their plushness as she blushes. You tell her, "You're really beautiful, slut. You know that? It's a pity you were such an ice queen. I know you've dreamed about this before. Do you want me to show you what you could become?"

She shakes her head in denial, but her fingers are already sliding down towards her moping wet cunt. You glance at her legs, panties and all, hanging off the side of the bed. Your fingers sliding up her shaved, toned calves, you ask, "Does just my kiss make you want to cum?" She hesitates before nodding. You smirk triumphantly, she's yours. "This isn't the first time you've wanted this."

To your surprise she hesitates and nods again. So this wasn't just the voice's spell. You tell her, "Your safe word's 'Green.' If you can't take it just say it and I'll go away." After all you want to teach her a lesson, not emotionally traumatize her. You slide your finger through her lips, and she gently nibbles it, mewling. "You want to be tamed don't you, you want to be my ****." It's not a question, but she gently murmurs around your finger, "Yes."