[WARNING - Spice ahead š ]
Chris's breath hitched, heat curling low in his stomach. "You're enjoying this more than I am, aren't you?"
"I enjoy you," Dax corrected, his thumb brushing lightly along the short hair at the nape of Chris's neck. The rings glinted as his fingers tightened. "And seeing you confident, wicked, and thinking you can dismantle meā¦" His lips twisted into a slow, devastating smirk. "It entertains me."
Chris exhaled sharply, wondering why this turned him on even more. "So this is a performance for your amusement?"
"Not a performance," Dax said, leaning back with infuriating ease. "A gift." His fingers stayed buried in Chris's hair, his touch warm and unshaken. "I'm letting you believe you're in charge. For now."
Chris narrowed his eyes. "You think obeying is a gift?"
"I think giving you enough room to feel powerful without actually losing control is a gift," Dax replied, utterly unbothered. "And I'm very generous tonight."
