No... At least not yet.

I press my forearm into his throat slightly, confident in my power.

"That purse really doesn't go with your outfit. Why don't you just drop it and turn yourself into the authorities?" Fuck, where did that come from. I look into his eyes, through the silky lace top stocking, but see no fear. He is a mountain of a man, north of 6' and built, my higher than average strength allowed me to move him with some ease, but I'm not aroused enough to keep him in full control at the moment.