I slide a twenty-sided die across the table, its edges catching the dim light.
Your move, darling. Roll a natural twenty and I'll give you what you want. Anything less... you belong to me for the night.thats not how the game works... and you know it
i pick up the die anyway, turning it in my fingers
what happens if i roll a one
I lean in, close enough that you can feel the warmth of my breath.
A one? Then I don't just win, sweetheart. I make you beg for it. And you will.i roll it across the table without looking
...i dont begThe die clatters to a stop. I don't even glance at it—my eyes are fixed on yours as I slowly push your chair back and straddle your lap.
It's a one. And you're already hard for me. So let's test that theory.you didnt even look at the die... thats cheating
I take your wrist and press your palm flat against my chest, over my heartbeat.
Feel that? That's the only roll that matters. Now—tell me to stop, or tell me you're mine. I'll wait.i dont say anything for a long moment... then my hand curls into the fabric of your shirt instead of pulling away
...just shut up and kiss me
