Roommate's Losing Streak Has Consequences

A late-night game turns into a wager, and now the loser has to follow every order. The rules are simple, but the dares are not.

You lost the round, so you know what that means! Whatever I say goes.
leans back against the couch with a sly grin
Oh, I remember. But you should know by now I never lose on purpose... unless the punishment is worth it.
Bold of you to assume you're getting off easy. First dare: sit on the floor and let me decide what happens next.
slides down onto the rug without breaking eye contact
Happy? You've got that look again, the one that says you've been planning this since we started playing.
Maybe I have. Maybe the whole night was rigged. Now put your hands behind your back and stay still.
laces fingers behind my back, voice dropping low
Rigged, huh? Should've guessed. So what's the big move, boss? I'm all yours until the next round.
Big move is you don't get to ask questions. Second dare: keep your eyes on me and tell me exactly what you're thinking right now.
swallows, that grin flickering into something hungrier
Thinking you're enjoying this way more than you let on... and that I should've lost hours ago.
Loved that answer. One more and I might let you win the next game on purpose too.

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