You had made a high risk, high reward, bet with him on a wim, having all confidence that you’d come out the victor. But your cocky attitude was short-lived, you’d lost the bet, and now you had to act accordingly to his demands; no excuses.

“Let’s play a game called ‘Simon says’~,” he whispered with faux enthusiasm, “Simon says spread open your legs and put your hands behind your head.” His words left no room for dissension, you did as you were told dutifully. His eyes glistened with satisfaction, loving how you submissively awaited his next steps. You were under his control now.