Probably a bit too well

It had been quite some time since you'd last flirted with someone. Had it really been Siri? Even then, you'd done less flirting and far more submitting. Could you even be dominant here? You gave a moment to think. To be in control, you needed to push forward without doubts. Everyone around you constantly just acted and took what they wanted. Maybe if you could emulate that...

You took her hand and mimicked her movements from earlier. "You know, Brenna... You really do seem to have it all together. I bet you're used to getting what you want." You kept your eyes on her hand, only cracking a small smile.

"You could say that," Brenna replied, intrigued to see where this was going.

"People often do what they want around me. Unless I'm in court, I tend to let people have what they want with little resistance. But what if there is something I really want?" You looked up at her. You felt your heart slamming against your chest. This is just for practice. For work. You tried to remind yourself and keep your mind locked in.

"And what is it you want, John?" She continued to let you direct the conversation. Sure, she could flip the tables on you at any time, but that wasn't the purpose of this 'exercise.'

Your hand slowly moved up her arm before you jumped to her hip. "A strong woman. Someone to push me forward. Someone sexy and fiery. Someone who isn't afraid to be herself. Someone who knows what she wants and takes it."

"Why, John, are you saying that's me?" She gave you a coy wink. You were glad she was enjoying it, at least.

You leaned forward, surprising both you and her. Your lips were against her ear, "I wouldn't mind finding out." You felt her shiver beneath you. You hoped that was... good?

"Fuck..." She breathed out quietly. She wasn't sure if this was you putting on an act or if it was truly you, but the very temptation that this was what you could be like was enough for her. "What if I want you to find out?" Her hand fell on your lap again, trailing up to your crotch. To neither of your surprise, though to your shame, you were very aroused.

"Brenna—"

She wasn't going to let this moment pass. Her lips were on yours like lightning. This wasn't just pretend; you could feel the desire behind her. You knew you should stop her, but between her kissing and the kneading of your erection, it was very difficult to form the willpower. The positive reinforcement of your pseudo-dominance was filling you with a small bit of pride.

"I have a proposal for you." Brenna left little room between you two. Her lips were practically hovering over yours. "Make me your woman and I'll make sure you never regret it."

"Brenna— I'm married. Tegan—"

"Fuck Tegan," her breathy voice was barely audible, though you couldn't help but focus in. "That boring cunt could never hope to be the woman you need. She needs to know her place and that's beneath me. Always has been. She's beneath you, too, John. She's holding you back. She always has. But your know that the two of us would be a power couple. No one would even question it. Of course you would trade up from the worthless bitch you've been with to someone far more superior."

Her true colors seemed to be on full display. It seems her opinion of Tegan hadn't changed at all. But why was she wanting you to go along with this? "Are you just after me to fuck with her?" You couldn't help but hold your breath, though you weren't sure what you wanted the answer to be.

"Oh, I'm sure that's part of it. But I know I'm superior. I want a superior man by my side. I know that's you. That ugly bitch just keeps you chained down, but I want to help you fly." Brenna licked your lips and pulled away. "I wanted to wait to make my move, but after seeing you almost fold to that other girl, I decided to stop being patient."

You knew you should stop her from the way she talked about Tegan. But it was kind of... hot? You weren't even sure why.

"You shouldn't talk about my wife that way," you chirped up. Yet again, Brenna was a bit shocked.

"Ooh, nice and bold. Okay, Mr. Husband, tell me what is it about her that is superior to me?" She rested her hands on her hips and gave you a disbelieving glance. "I know I have a better body. I know I might seen bitch, but at least I have a personality compared to her mousy people-pleasing schtick. Besides you saying you're in love with her or whatever, tell me how she is better than me."

It's not something you'd ever really needed to do before. Comparing Tegan to anyone was already a slippery slope, but to do it with Brenna?

"I'll leave it up to you. You tell me what we're going to do now." Brenna waited. Anything that happened from here on out would be your decision and she wanted you to know that.