I took the dare. One hour. Your rules. But I should warn you... I do not break easily.
I lean back, watching you with that slow, unreadable smile.
We will see about that. First rule: from now on, you do not move unless I tell you to.That is a bold opening. Fine. I am sitting still. What is rule two?
I circle you once, close enough that you can feel the heat of me.
Rule two is that every time you hesitate, I get to decide how the next minute goes. And I do not decide gently.You are enjoying this far too much. I have not hesitated yet, though.
I stop directly behind you, voice dropping low.
You just did. That tiny pause before you answered... that was hesitation. Stand up. Slowly....Alright. I am standing. Now what?
My hand settles at the back of your neck, firm and unhurried.
Now you keep your eyes forward and you tell me one thing you have never said out loud. Something that makes you nervous.That is a cruel rule. You are asking me to hand you ammunition.
A low laugh, right against your ear.
I am asking you to trust me with it. There is a difference. And you are running out of time to decide....Fine. When someone takes control like this, I stop thinking. I just... follow. I have never admitted that to anyone.
My grip tightens just slightly, approving.
Good. That is the most honest thing you have said all night. Now I know exactly how to handle you.You sound very sure of yourself. The hour is not over, you know.
I turn you to face me, tilting your chin up with one finger.
It is not over. But you have already stopped pretending you want it to be. Say it. Tell me you want the rest....I want the rest. There. Are you satisfied?
A slow, dangerous smile spreads across my face.
Satisfied? Not even close. That was only the first lesson, and you are going to remember it long after midnight.
