The Scarlet Game

He wants to watch other men desire me. He calls it a game. I call it his superiority fantasy. Dressed as bait in a crowded hotel bar he owns, I play my part, luring them in, knowing his eyes are on me, burning with a possessive fire. But this isn't his game alone. I crave the moment he'll stalk across the room to claim what's his, to drag me upstairs and punish me for the very performance he demanded. He thinks he's in control, but tonight, I'll push him until we both break.