Good,  he said, turning her around and pushing her down over the desk.  Don’t move,  he added, lifting her skirt and inserting a finger inside her.  Allow me to make an educated guess. In your daily life, you’re always in control.  He inserted a second finger while she moaned.  You always have to tell other idiots what to do.  He started massaging her clit with his thumb as she grasped the edge of the table and bit her lip to stop herself from screaming too loudly. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked hard.  I’m going to go out on a limb and say, in bed it’s the other way around. You like being told what to do, don’t you?  She only nodded so he pulled on her hair again.  I asked you a question. 