Chains of command....(Kinky)

Beth and Kyle made quiet small talk while she stood with her back to the kitchen island. They took occasional bites of their frozen yogurt, though Beth was becoming very preoccupied with Kyle's eyes. Even as he took small bites of yogurt and answered her questions, his eyes didn't seem to blink. They were locked on hers, only occasionally drifting downward to look at her body before returning to her eyes.
Beth couldn't be sure, but she thought he was moving closer to her.
"So..." Kyle said suddenly, taking the frozen yogurt from her hand and setting it on the island behind her. "Unless I'm very very wrong about him, I'm pretty sure Brian..." he gestured at the fro yo. "...only likes that flavor?" His glance made it a question.
Beth swallowed hard. {if Shame < 30
}There's no mistaking it, now. We both know what we're talking about. {elseif Shame < 70
}Okay, he's definitely not talking about frozen yogurt, right? {else
}Oh my god, is he asking what I think he's asking? {endif
}She could only nod.
Kyle leaned forward, putting his hands on the countertop on either side of her. At this distance, she had to tilt her head up to maintain eye contact.
"And he's not the type to be cool with you...trying other flavors..."
Another nod, this time with a little tremble.
"And since you seem to have such a nice supply of frozen yogurt, I'm guessing he's... been skipping dessert?"
Beth's whole body shivered at his tone, and his piercing insight. He's just a kid...how can he possible be this...confident? Commanding? Her nod was a bare movement of her head this time.
"That's such a shame..." his voice dripped with disappointment. "Good frozen yogurt like you...'ve got here...shouldn't go to waste."
"Kyle..." {if Shame < 30
}This is so risky... {elseif Shame < 70
}There's still time to put a stop to this. {else
}I need to put a stop to this, now... {endif
} Her body burned with desire in defiance of the thought. {if History = 0
}She yearned to taste what she had always wanted but never had. {else
}He was more skillful at this dance than any dom she had ever been with before. {endif
}

Kyle's voice softened, and he leaned back a little. "I'm sorry..." some of the intensity left his gaze. "I'm making you uncomfortable. That's no way to treat a gracious hostess." He looked at her once more, and the intensity flared up one more time. "Should I...let you get back to bed?"