She makes you lick her foot

Her foot moved from your chest to your face.

"Be a good boy."

You swept her foot from your face, about to stand up. She didnt pressure you, merely stepping back, pressing her back against the door.

"Move." You say, firmly, standing up and making your way over to the door. As soon as you outstretch your arm to grasp the handle, she twists your wrist in a blur of motion and has your face pressed against the bed. She climbs up on you, straddling your back and immobilising you.

"So you are Aegon Targaryen." She whispers, her lips against your ear.

"Show me what a dragon can do."