No

Resolutely, you say

"Absolutely not."

She flinches and her eyes flutter.

"Get back down. On your knees."

She lowers her self, her bright eyes are wide as they stare at your throbbing dick.

"Lick."

She takes a deep breath and cautiously licks the tip of your dick.

"No I mean lick."

She looks up at you with a flash of defiance, but then fully extends her tongue and licks you from balls to tip. She slows down as she approaches the tip, and finishes with a kiss. A stretching string of saliva is left behind as she goes back down for the next lick.

"Good. Very nice. Now suck the balls."

At first she just tongues them. But then she gives each a turn of being popped into her mouth. Soon she grabs your dick and strokes you while she buries her face in. You groan and grab her head, pressing her lips against your sack.

She shows no protest for touching her head - even though it doesn't belong to you - so you go ahead and twist your fingers to get a good grip of her hair.

You pull her head away from you, "now open your mouth."

She obliges, and you savor this image for a moment. Wide, bright eyes looking up at you with concern. Her mouth is agape . . tongue slightly hung out. With one hand you grab your cock and direct it through her lips.

You push it in without relent.

When it enters her throat she gags and tenses and her pretty eyes screw shut. But you secure your grip on her hair and shove it down.

In a dark tone you order her to look at you. Her eyelashes - coated with tears and cum - reveal red, watery eyes.

Out of no where she jerks away from you, pushing her arms against your legs with a surprising ****. Coughs and spluttering interrupts her shaky gasps for air.

You ball up your fist in her hair and tilt her head back.

An angry scowl shoots across her face, and she grabs your hand to dig her nails in.

"Hey!" You release your hold.

"Enough of that!" Her red, watery eyes are furious. "That's _my _hair and MY head. _Not _yours!"

You look down at her for moment. You wonder if you can simply intimidate by beaming her with this look of disappointment

She unwaveringly looks right back into your eyes.

"Fine." You drop your hands to your sides. "Hold your tits together for me and open your mouth."

She eyes are low burning embers as she glares you down. Not saying a word.

Perhaps you've taken things too far... You wonder, maybe the mystical laws of property have a limit. Can Mrs. O'Brien get so mad at you that it doesn't matter?

In a circumstance where she was attached to something regular that you own - say. . she had swallowed the key to your house - she wouldn't be fine with you demanding that she went everywhere you went.

It's not like a magic spell that turns her into an object. She a person, trapped with your possessions attached to her.

A momentary touch of empathy sprinkles across your insides.

You can't believe what you've done to her so far.

You never would have treated her so badly before you had these powers.

Would you?