Be dominating

"You've no need to apologise, sister." You move closer to her. "But you need to clean this up."

She looks at you, slowly, and gulps, "How?" she whispers.

"You've a treat in your hands. Swallow it. All." She looks mortified.

"Jon, please..."

"Now, girl." Your forceful voice shocks her, and she raises her hand to her mouth. She lowers her mouth to her palm, eyes on yours and sucks, the majority of the come shooting into her unwilling mouth. A small trace remains. "Lick it up, girl. Get yourself completely clean." She does just that. Lapping at your load until her hand is spit-shined clean. She looks at you, anxious and expectant.

"Good girl." You stroke the side of her face. "You enjoyed that, yes?" She nods, slowly, surprised at her own response, and blushing.

"Then you can have more, if you remain a good girl. My proper little lady."

"May we continue looking for my things, Jon?" She asks, timidly.

"Call me, sir or master, girl." Your stroke stops. Threateningly on the side of her head.

"Yes, ser." Your hand strokes her cheek one last time and drops.

"Good. Now, in answer to your question..."