[ The attention from his mouth is unexpected, honestly, but beyond welcome, and she closes her eyes for a moment to enjoy it. A particular spot earns a sharp intake of breath and she tilts her head to the side a little in silent encouragement to linger, her grip on his hair briefly tightening. It's a good start and she's ready for more, aided by the fact that all the provocation and defiance is practically foreplay for her.

And then he has to go and try to make things happen more on his terms than hers.

Her eyes slide open partway, giving a heated glare as she reaches to catch his hands before he succeeds in getting her turned around. It's not that she's opposed to the change in position, but he hasn't earned having that much control. Not when she can guess at why he wants it. ]

Oh, I don't think so. If you wanted to do this your way then maybe you shouldn't have been so stubborn about doing this at all.

[ Her hands move to grab his hips, pulling him closer, and she tilts her head so she can nip at his jaw. ] You'll learn. If you want more choice then you need to behave. Bad behavior doesn't earn a reward.