This was his favorite game to play. Smiling sweetly, receiving praise from you, having his hair stroked, and so much more.
"You're so cute, I could just eat you up."
When you said this, he would intentionally avert his eyes; with a few stammers and his cheeks flushing red, he had completely put you under his spell. You felt so powerful, it was fun having him so controlled, watching how his body reacted to every provocative word and laughing right to his face.
What you didn't know was what lay behind those sweet eyes.
The moment your hand had landed on his thigh, every muscle in his body had locked up, not from shyness, but from a sudden, sharp surge of pure, possessive restraint. His heart wasn't beating fast because he was embarrassed; it was hammering because the sheer urge to grab your wrist, press you back against the sofa cushions, and show you exactly how "soft" he was almost consumed him.
Eat me up? he’d thought, his jaw clenching beneath his forced blush. God, if you only knew what I want to do to you.
He forced himself to act shy, never forgetting to lean into your touch whenever you stroked his cheek, deliberately making sure you knew he was enjoying it. He saw the affectionate, triumphant smirk on your face. He saw how relaxed you were, how completely unguarded you felt around him.
She thinks she's teasing a puppy. She thinks she has me right where she wants me.
He had swallowed hard, letting out a small, trembling exhale that made you laugh softly and pat his cheek. Inside, his mind was racing with dangerous satisfaction.
He knew that if he acted like a confident, dominant man right from the start, your defenses would go up. You were cautious. You liked feeling safe. So, he gave you safety. He let you tease him. He let you push his boundaries, acting completely helpless under your touch, purely because it kept you coming back for more. Every time you "provoked" him, thinking you were being bold, you were actually walking deeper into his trap.
He had leaned his head slightly into your palm as you patted his cheek, acting like a sweet, obedient boy. Keep touching me like that, he had thought. Keep thinking you're in charge, my sweet love. Tease me all you want. Push me as far as you can... because the moment I decide to stop playing shy, you won't even know what hit you.
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