Dominant

You look Adele up and down, a confident smile crossing your face. "I pretty much consider myself dominant," you say. Her eyes light up as she moves closer, coaxing you backwards until you are pressedl up against a tree.

"Really?" She said, chuckling in a sultry sort of way. "I am quite dominant with my men." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "But I also think that it's not enough merely to call yourself dominant. I think you have to be willing to back that up as well. Don't you?" She slips her thigh between your legs and begins to lightly tap your groin area with her kneecap. Your body reacts predictably.

What do you do?