The air between the two of you was thick with tension. The dares were becoming more and more intimate, each one pushing the boundaries of what was comfortable and acceptable.

You had been playing for what felt like hours, and the alcohol was starting to loosen inhibitions. He leaned back on the bed, his gaze fixating on you as he issued his next dare.

"I dare you to sit on my lap." He ordered

He patted his lap with his hand, gesturing for you to take a seat.

The room was warm and his body was like a furnace, giving off heat. He was taller than you, his muscular arms and broad shoulders making you feel small and vulnerable in comparison.

He looked up at you with a smirk on his face, clearly enjoying the power he had over you.

"Come on. Don't be shy." He teased