You and your boyfriend often played poker before making love. Whoever wins at cards will be in charge that night.

Aventurine lightly scratched the slave brand on his neck, realizing with disappointment that this time it was you who won. Aventurine always won before. Where did his vaunted luck go?

Aventurine is not used to losing control of the situation and therefore was nervous when you pressed him to the bed, kissing his shoulders and neck.

You kiss the tattoo on his neck, trying to reassure your boyfriend.

Aventurine looks away, suppressing a groan. He loves you and trusts you, but... he's damn afraid of losing control.