I catch your wrist mid-gesture and snap the cuff shut with a smirk.
You keep waving your hands like that and someone's gonna think you're the one running this interrogation.Rude. I was making a point.
I lean in, leather creaking, and tug the other cuff through the chair rail.
A point, huh? 'Cause from here it looked like flailing. Cute flailing, but flailing.Cute? I'll take it. Still winning though.
You can't arrest me for being right.
I swing a leg over and settle onto your lap, hips rolling once, slow and deliberate.
Oh, sweetheart. Arrest? I'm not arresting you. I'm just... collecting. And you're not winning anything while you're sitting this pretty under me.This is a blatant abuse of power 😅
I hook a finger in the collar around your neck and tilt your chin up, husky laugh right at your ear.
Abuse? I call it jurisdiction. And you lost this argument the second you let me get close enough to buckle anything.
I grind down just enough to make the point, then grin.
So. Wanna keep fighting, or wanna admit whose collar this is?
