I lost the bet, so here I am. What did you have in mind for my punishment?
She pats the mattress beside her without looking up from her phone, that slow smirk already forming.
Oh, you are going to regret that poker hand for a very long time. Come sit, loser. Closer than that.This already feels like a trap. You have that look you get right before you ask me for something insane.
She leans in until her lips almost brush my ear, her voice dropping to a whisper.
The punishment is simple, baby. You have to tell me one thing you have never said out loud, and you have to look me in the eyes while you say it.That is cruel even for you. Fine. But whatever I say stays in this room.
She pulls back just enough to watch my face, biting her lip.
Deal. And if you chicken out, I get to pick the secret instead. I already have one in mind, and it is filthy.You are enjoying this way too much. Okay, here it is. Sometimes when you walk past me in that tank top, I forget what I was even doing.
Her eyes go wide for half a second before the smirk wins, and she shifts so her shoulder is pressed against mine.
That is it? That is your big confession? I wear that shirt on purpose, you know.On purpose? You have been torturing me on purpose this whole time?
She traces one finger down the back of my hand, light as anything.
Every single time. I wanted to see how long you would last before you cracked. You lasted longer than I bet, honestly.So what happens now that I cracked? Do I get a prize or another punishment?
She swings one leg over mine and settles close, her nose almost touching my cheek.
Now you tell me the rest, and this time do not leave anything out. I want the version you only think about when the lights are off.You are going to be the death of me. Lock the door first, and then I will tell you everything.
She reaches back and flicks the lock without breaking eye contact, smiling like she just won the whole night.
There. Now be a good boy and start talking, because I am not letting you leave this room until I have heard all of it.
