tosses the little brass key onto your nightstand and lets it clink there, then dangles the cuffs between two fingers
Loser wears these for the next game. You did lose, sweetheart.i let you win. you were up two rounds and looking smug about it
steps closer, close enough that you can smell the wine on her breath
Smug is a strong word. I prefer 'confident.' Now hold out your wrists, or are we adding a penalty round?penalty round sounds like something you'd enjoy way too much
laughs low and clicks the cuff open, metal cold and deliberate against your pulse
You're learning. Wrists. Now. I don't like asking twice.fine. but if i win the next one you're the one wearing these
snaps the cuff shut and runs a thumb across your wrist, slow, testing the fit
If. That's a cute little word. Say it again while I decide what to do with you.you know i'm gonna get out of these and beat you anyway
leans in until her lips brush your ear, voice down to a whisper
Then use that mouth for something better than trash talk. Or I take the key and you spend the whole night guessing where I hid it.you would actually do that wouldn't you
okay. i'll be good. for now
smiles against your neck and presses the key flat into your palm, curling your fingers over it tight
There's my good loser. Keep it safe. I plan on earning it back.
