“Wanna play a little game, baby?” I ask, tapping my fingers against the arm of the sofa, I’m so bored.

“A game, huh?” You question, brows furrowing in confusion and you come to sit next to me.

“I bet I can make you beg without touching you.” I state, a cocky smirk plays at my lips, watching your reaction intently.

You raise your brows in disbelief, shaking your head. “You think so?”

“I know so.” I tell you, before slinking my arms around your waist without warning, lifting you up with me as I stand from the sofa, your legs wrap around my waist and your arms slink around my neck.

“Bloody hell.” You murmur, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, a contrast to the filthy things I want to do to you.

I carry you upstairs, we reach our bedroom and I gently throw you down on the bed, you let out a huff, your hairs fanned out on the pillow and you look so beautiful. I settle myself between your legs, my cocky smirk never letting up.

I’m determined to do this.

“I’m gonna make you beg for me with just my words,” my voice is a low purr, eyes darkening with desire. “No touching. Just words. If it doesn’t work, I owe you £50.”