Sylus sits with his hands bound behind his back in a chair in the center of a red lit room. His white dress shirt hanging slightly loose as the top couple buttons are undone. Making the collar he’s sporting around his neck all the more apparent. You walk towards him the sound of your heels clicking against the cement echoing in the empty space. His red eyes are on you, head slightly bowed down with a small smirk tugging on his lips.

As you draw closer his head starts to rise, eyes flickering to the leather whip like tool you have in your hands. His eyebrows flick up ever so slightly, his eyes almost darkening at the sight.

Without a word you trail the tip of the leather from his sternum to just under his jaw, his head tilting back reflexively as his smirk grows even wider.

“I like the look on your face right now.” He says in a low purr.

You don’t respond with words, biting your bottom lip to hide your grin, you slap the whip lightly on his cheek to which he scoffs his brows furrowing and his tone growing darker.

“Provoking me is not a wise choice.” His tone. Makes your heart flutter though you try to not let on. You simply grin mischievously, moving the tip of the whip to just below his belt. Trailing it up with a teasing pressure. The sounds your pulling from him only egg you on as you slide it across his chest side to side. He whimpers softly.

You continue to tease him, feeling like you are proving your authority. However it’s all an act, he guides you right where he wants you when he coaxes you with a challenging, “as a tamer… don’t be so stingy.” He breathes as His eyes flicker like flames as he locks eyes with yours. “Raise the stakes.” He hisses challengingly.

You turn him around in his seat still not saying a word, as you are rather enjoying yourself. For now. With a healthy shove of your heeled foot you send him crashing to the ground hands still bound. His response… a dark chuckle.

“You know, two can play this game.” He snaps his restraints, eyes finding yours as his smirk grows.