Needs more passion

You: Keira.. I don't want to be weird but that wasn't enough.

Keira: It's okay bro, you're not being weird! What do you mean?

She tilts her head to one side, almost like a quizzical puppy. You smile calmly at her.

You: Just, you need to kiss me harder, okay? Like we're making out. Obviously it's just because I'm hurt~

Keira: Of course.

She seems to make her decision much faster this time, you wonder if she's becoming more obedient to whatever power you suddenly have over her. She leans forwards, her lips pressing hard against your own as your hands instantly wrap around her waist, pulling her tight as you return her kiss. You feel her lips open slightly against yours, her tongue probing against your own. You quickly return the favour and soon your tongues are dancing in each others mouths, like a couple of teens trying to copy what they've seen in the movies. Your hands move slowly down from her waist, resting on her ass. She doesn't seem to notice but you're not sure you want to risk groping her without giving her a command. You have no idea how this is working. Keira kisses you passionately until you pull away, her eyes stare into your own, saliva hangs from her lips as she seems to gormlessly wait for a command. It takes a few seconds for her to shake her head, snapping out of whatever weird trance you're putting her in. She wipes her mouth and goes back to watching TV.

Keira: Stop staring at me, you creep. It must be feeling better now.

You: Oh yeah, I'm feeling much better..