You slowly move forward, crawling up onto her lap as instructed. You try to avoid making any sudden movements that might anger her further. Once you're settled in place, your eyes meet hers, waiting for her next command. The rope in her hand twitches again and she studies it thoughtfully for a moment before finally speaking.

"Good boy," she murmurs with a hint of approval. "Now let me show you what I can do."

"That's better..." Tihra murmurs as she begins to stroke your hair gently, running her fingers through it with a sense of possessiveness that unnerves you even more. "Now tell me what do you want?" She asks softly, her breath hot against your ear. "Tell me how I can make this better for you."

She leans forward slightly, pressing her body into yours and grinds against your crotch, making it clear that she's not completely unaffected by the contact either.