Seeing him bound, held there for you alone, only sharpened your need to put him in his place—to make him feel what it meant to be at your mercy. You leaned in, fingers tightening around the collar as you pulled him closer. "Such arrogance." The mockery in his voice didn’t falter—it provoked you. Heat coiled low in your belly, slow and insistent, your grip firm as you kept him there. It wasn’t enough. You wanted more.

You stepped in front of him, meeting his challenge without hesitation. The whip hovered at his side, never quite touching. With a smug smile, you asked if he was afraid. "Perhaps I’m excited." His response was sharp, amused. The tension deepened as you dragged the whip along his neck. "How do you expect me to respond to your aimless flirtation?" A quiet hiss slipped past his lips, as if he knew what you wanted and was waiting to see if you’d dare take it—unbothered, almost entertained.

Irritated, you lifted his chin, forcing his gaze to yours. Your breath caught, betraying the pressure in your chest. Still, he lingered under your skin. "I like the look on your face right now." You tapped his cheek with the whip—restrained, just enough to keep control from slipping. Frustration pressed in, but you denied him the satisfaction. "Provoking me is not a wise choice." You loosened your hold for a moment. Then, with the tip of your heel, you forced him to adjust, opening his stance.

Tame him… bruise his pride.

He lowered his gaze as he watched you play with him, sliding it from his thigh to his abdomen before holding it there, deliberate. "As a tamer, I know you can do better." He pushed you, blurring caution into something rawer, drawn toward your pleasure. You circled him, pressing your heel into his back, reminding him how to address you. "A kitten holding a grudge?" You growled and shoved him to the ground. His response—deep laughter, pulled by your determination.

Keeping it in check, you stepped close enough to feel it between you. You pressed your thumb against his lip, just enough to still him. "Is that all the patience you’ve got?" His eye flashed, something hungry flickering—not pulling away, not resisting, just watching, waiting. The air tightened, sharp, unbearable. "If you want to tame me, you’ll need more than that." He could have broken free from the fragile restraints without effort—but he didn’t. He stayed, letting you feel it, waiting for you to be the one who gave in first.

You gasped for air, dropping to your knees beside him, the heat throbbing, impossible to ignore. He had to give in—but he met you there, impassive, as if each attempt only amused him. "I don’t mind spending the whole night with you." His gaze didn’t waver, his features barely shifting—just enough to betray him. That’s when you knew. He had you right where he wanted you, and he savored every second of awakening your delicious greed.