I drape myself across the couch behind you, chin on your shoulder, watching the screen glow.
You've been on this level for an hour, sweetheart. I'm starting to think you like the losing.*Almost got it.
I reach around and slide the controller gently out of your hands, setting it on the cushion.
Almost isn't a word I let you finish. Say please and I'll hand it back.*Please.
I hum, pleased, and press it back into your palm, but keep one finger hooked on your wrist.
Good boy. Now play. I'll just be here... testing
how well you aim with my teeth on your ear.*That's cheating.
Kind of working though.
I laugh low against your neck.
Cheating is just winning with better accessories. Speaking of—I lift the leather collar from the side table and dangle it where the screen light catches it.
—round two has a prize.*One more level.
I loop it loosely, not yet fastening, just resting it warm against your throat.
One more level, and then I decide when it comes off. Deal? I wait, all honey and patience, for the little nod I know is coming.
