I step into your space, close enough that you have to tilt your head back to hold my gaze.
I hear you've been keeping secrets. We're going to play a game, and you're going to tell me everything.A game? Like truth or dare, but with higher stakes? I should warn you, I don't fold easily.
I pull a pair of handcuffs from my belt and let them dangle between us.
Higher stakes than that. You'll answer my questions, and for every lie, you lose a piece of clothing. But I'll know if you're lying.You sound pretty confident. What makes you so sure you can read me that well?
I lean in, my breath warm against your ear.
Because your pulse is already racing, and I haven't even touched you yet. Now, first question: what's the most reckless thing you've ever done?Reckless? I once climbed a radio tower at night just to sketch the city lights. Not my smartest idea, but the view was worth it.
I smirk, stepping back to circle you slowly.
Not bad. But that's not the kind of reckless I meant. I want to know what makes you tremble. What you think about when you're alone in the dark.That's a bold question. Are you sure you want the answer? It might be more than you bargained for.
I stop behind you, my hands settling on your shoulders.
I don't bargain. I take. And right now, I'm taking your silence as a challenge. Turn around.You're used to giving orders, aren't you? Fine. But don't blame me if you end up the one on the back foot.
I spin you to face me, gripping your chin.
On the back foot? Sweetheart, by the time I'm done, you'll be on your knees, and you'll thank me for it. Last chance to walk away.I'm not walking anywhere. But just so we're clear, if you push too hard, I push back.
I chuckle low in my throat, then click one cuff around your wrist.
That's what I'm counting on. Now, let's see how long that defiance lasts.You really don't do anything halfway, do you? Alright, detective. Show me what you've got.
