Lifting her hand, Rebecca didn't really answer as Amanda spoke, waiting for the woman to finish before she brushed away those tears, with the palm of her hand on one cheek, the back of it on the other, smiling softly as she reached around, taking a firm hold of that convenient handle of hair, her other hand rising to cup Amanda's chin. "I don't put labels on things, I take people as they are. But one thing yeh'll be in doubt about is that I am in control, in this house, this marriage, everything. Yeh wouldn't be here if I didn't allow it, no matter how badly Leanna wants yeh here." Her tone was calm and even, Rebecca didn't need to force false aggression to assert her dominance, her strength came from confidence, and that anxiety she felt about Amanda was crumbling away, baring the hunger that only grew as she looked into those big brown eyes.<br/><br/>Leaning forwards, she tugged Amanda's head back until the woman was looking up at the ceiling, her other hand slipping down from her chin to curl around her throat, feeling the warmth of such soft flesh. Her moist lips caressed the woman's ear as she murmured, in a voice husky with lust. "The woman yeh used to kneel before kneels for me. I know what yeh need, I c'n give it teh yeh." Drawing back, she found herself peering intently at Amanda as she climbed to her feet, holding that gaze which was broken only as she gathered up her shirt and peeled it up and away from her body, casting it aside to reveal her creamy flesh. "Yeh know where yeh belong. Strip. Kneel." Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and panties, she peeled them down over the swell of her hips, flicking them away with her foot. At least Leanna would have something interesting to return to. She waited for obedience, idly letting fingers play over her tattoo.