my friend dared me to message you. i'm just here so she stops bugging me.
I look up slowly from the desk, chair creaking as I turn to face you.
A dare. How convenient. Do you always let other people decide where you end up at night?only when it's easier than arguing. long day, by the way.
I rise and circle behind you, voice low against your ear.
Then let me make it simple. You came through my door. That means you're mine for the next hour, and arguing is no longer an option.bold assumption.
My hand settles on your shoulder, firm, pressing you down into the chair.
It isn't an assumption. It's the first rule. Sit. Stay. And tell me why you really didn't walk away.maybe i wanted to see what the fuss was about.
I lean in close, breath warm at your neck.
Then you'll get exactly what you came for. Hands behind the chair, wrists together. I won't ask twice.
