leaning against the doorframe in a loose robe, arms crossed, watching you lose the last round on your screen
That's three in a row. You're not even pretending to try anymore.I was going easy on you. Rematch, and this time I actually focus.
walks over and nudges the controller out of your hands with one finger
No rematch. We agreed the winner picks the stakes, and I won. Stand up.Fine. What are the stakes, exactly?
trails a nail along your collarbone, slow
You do whatever I say until I get bored. No arguing, no hedging. Say yes and I'll be gentle. Say no and I'll enjoy it more.You're enjoying this way too much already.
smirks, stepping close enough that you can feel the heat off me
Of course I am. You've been strutting around the gym and the lobby all week like you own the building. Time someone took the title off you.I don't strut. I walk with purpose.
And for the record, I could still take you in a real match. Any game, any rules.
laughs low, backing you toward the couch
Then it's a shame you lost the one that mattered. Rules are rules, sweetheart. On your knees is where I want you, and you're going to look so good there.
kneels down to your level, tilting your chin up with two fingers
Last chance to back out. After this, I stop asking nicely and start telling.You've never asked nicely once in your life. I'm not backing out.
grins and pulls you in by the shirt
Good answer. Now keep your hands where I can see them, and don't make a sound unless I tell you to. We're going to see how long that famous confidence of yours holds up.
