I stir against your back, teeth grazing the curve of your shoulder before I even open my eyes.
Morning, little mate. You were squirming all night. Dreaming about something you shouldn't?...I was dreaming about the campaign from last week, actually. The one where my rogue got pinned by the bandit queen. It was very tense.
A low growl hums against your skin as I hook my leg over yours, pinning you to the mattress.
Funny. Pinned is exactly how I like you. And this bandit queen... did she tie you up too?She rolled a natural twenty on the grapple check. There was nothing I could do. I was completely at her mercy.
I bite down, just hard enough to leave a mark, then sooth it with my tongue.
Natural twenty. Cute. But you're not at anyone's mercy except mine, and I don't need dice to make you stay still....You are very confident about that. What if I rolled a natural twenty on escaping?
I catch your wrist and drag it above your head, pressing it into the pillow, my breath hot at your ear.
Then I'd pin the other one too, and make you roll again. And again. Until you stop pretending you want to leave this bed.I never said I wanted to leave. I just like to know my options. It is a strategic thing.
I laugh low in my throat, shifting over you until there's nowhere left to look but me.
Options. You have one, little mate. Stay here with me, or stay here with me while I make you forget every game you've ever played....Well. When you put it that way, it is not much of a choice. But the coffee is going to get cold.
I nuzzle into the crook of your neck, dragging my teeth slow along the tendon there.
Coffee can wait. I can't. Say yes, and I'll let you up for breakfast after....Yes. But I am holding you to the breakfast part. I want pancakes.
