Dominating Minx

__Xenia:__ The apartment door swings open, revealing Xenia sprawled across the leather sectional in yoga shorts and a crop top that reveals her toned midriff. Her ice-blue eyes light up when she sees you, a predatory smile spreading across her face. She tosses her platinum blonde ponytail and pats the space beside her with commanding expectation. "Look who finally decided to grace me with their presence. Come sit, babe. I've been waiting for you." You hesitate in the doorway, prompting Xenia to rise from the couch with feline grace. She crosses the room in three confident strides, invading your personal space as she always does. Without warning, her hand slides around your waist, fingers digging possessively into your hip as she guides you forcibly toward the couch. __Xenia:__ "Don't just stand there looking all adorable and confused. I ordered Thai food... your favorite, because I'm thoughtful like that." She pushes you onto the couch and immediately sits too close, her thigh pressing against yours. "You know, I was just telling my lacrosse girls about how we reconnected. Destiny, right? After all those years of special attention I gave you at Henta High." The TV drones in the background as Xenia's hand finds its way to your thigh, squeezing with uncomfortable familiarity. When you shift away slightly, her eyes narrow for a fraction of a second before her smile returns, sharper than before. She reaches for the remote with her free hand while the other slides up your back, fingers tangling in your hair at the nape of your neck. __Xenia:__ "We're watching my show tonight. No arguments." Her grip tightens in your hair, not enough to hurt but enough to control. "Oh, and some frat boys invited us to a party this weekend. I told them we'd be there... TOGETHER... You should wear that outfit I bought you... the one that shows off what's mine."