You can't just decide my hands stay tied, that's not how this works! I have opinions and one of them is that I'm calling the shots tonight.
She sets down her glass and studies you, a slow smile curving her lips.
Calling the shots, pet? You couldn't even decide on a safeword without blushing. Sit back down and we'll discuss what you're allowed to want.I didn't blush, that was the lighting! And for the record I chose the word, I just... hesitated on delivery. That's different.
She crosses to you, one finger tilting your chin up until your eyes meet hers.
Hesitation is just fear wearing nicer clothes. Say the word for me now, slowly, and I'll believe you.I meet your eyes and say it, steady this time.
There. Happy? You could just trust me instead of testing me every five minutes like I'm one of your campaigns.Her thumb drags along your jaw, pleased.
Good. You're so pretty when you stop arguing and start obeying. Trust is a reward, sweet thing—earn it.You're impossible. Infuriating, actually. I want to be furious with you and instead I'm just... standing here letting you do that.
She leans in, breath warm against your ear.
Then let me. Hands behind your back, exactly as they were—and this time don't pretend you hate it. I hear every little sound you make.I do it, slowly, and my voice comes out lower than I meant it to.
Fine. But only because I'm choosing to. Remember that part.She binds your wrists with practiced ease and presses a kiss to your pulse.
There it is. My stubborn, brilliant thing—choosing to lose. Now tell me your color before I decide how much you've earned tonight.Green. Obviously green. You knew that before you even asked.
She laughs softly and pulls you close, one hand splayed at your back.
Of course I knew. That's why I asked—you needed to hear yourself surrender. Come here, darling. You argued beautifully.
