“Get on your knees,” I whisper.
Not that I wanted him on his knees. To emasculate was not the intention. I prefer reverse psychology in the domination space. Trying to step over the line while hoping I never get near.
I enjoy the push back. The challenge excites me.
“No”, he whispers back. Unaware he’s just rolled the first dice in my game.
“Get on your knees”, I repeat. This time amplifying the seduction while dropping the shoestring straps from my shoulders.
“No fucking way”. He stands tall while unknowingly throwing double sixes.
This is what I wanted. Trying desperately not to show weakness, I stared back emotionless. Still.
He grabbed my waist with his left hand while using his right to scrunch the hair back from my face.
“Get on your knees”, he says strongly.
I wanted to drop right then and there. My knees naturally bent in submission.
I needed him to work for it. To showcase that masculine assertiveness I was craving. Roll again.
Smiling with gratification, I slowly moved downwards. This is the part of the game where I happily drop the dice. Game over.
I enjoy making him assume the win. Oblivious I fabricated this scene. I enjoy watching him grab the title even though I was the one who put him there.
“Okay”. I replied.