Hiding Sparrows

23. Use your words

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Ty slowly rose from where he'd been sitting on the couch, watching me. He was looking at me so intensely that I couldn't help but look down, feeling nervous. I watched his shoes as he stepped closer. Then, I felt his hand on my chin, gently lifting my face.

When I met his gaze again, his eyes were dark, pleased and aroused.

"Mmm, I love seeing you on your knees, little bird," he said. "So eager for me. I bet that pussy of yours is soaked already."

I felt my cheeks warm, and instinctively tried to look away. He tutted me and gripped my chin harder, forcing my eyes back to his.

"I want to see your face while I'm teasing you, Robin. Especially since you've been teasing me so much, with all those smart quips..."

"Hey! That was mutual," I said with a frown. "You teased me too."

He smirked. "Yes, but tell me, who's in charge here, Robin?"

I pursed my lips. "You."

"Mhm, so because I'm in charge, I can tease you as much as I'd like to. And there is nothing you can do about it, can you?"

"I don't remember that being the agreement," I said.

"Don't you? Well, I guess it was implicit. But are you saying you don't want me to tease you?" He asked, cockily raising an eyebrow.

"That's not that I said," I replied, my cheeks burning.

"Mmm, so you do want me to tease you." He gave me a smirk, and I let out a huff of frustration.

"Ty," I whined.

"Uh uh, that's not it," he said.

I frowned, and tried to pull away from his hand again. He just gripped me harder and forced my face back towards him.

"Come on, little bird. What do you want?"

Feeling nervous but wound up, I stared at his face. He was toying with me, and I was acutely aware of it. Plus, he knew exactly what I wanted. So I just bit my lip. He moved his finger, pulling against my chin until it was released from my teeth.

"Robin," he whispered, "use your words."

"I want you to stop playing games, sir," I said.

"Never," he said lightly. Then, he let go of my face. "Get up and follow me. I have something to show you."

He held out a hand to help me up. I glanced at it, then ignored it and got up by myself. When I watched for his reaction out of the corner of my eye, he just shook his head. He stowed his hand in his pocket and started walking away, not bothering to look back to see if I was following.

"Is it a torture dungeon?" I asked, standing still.

He stopped and turned back to me, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

Fighting my blush, I elaborated. "You know, a torture dungeon. A creepy basement. Or like, a red room."

"We're in a penthouse apartment. How do you expect me to have a dungeon?"