Natalia's eyes fixed on the pill, widening slightly.
"What is that?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
I crouched down in front of her, bringing my eyes level with hers. "Insurance," I murmured. "So, let's play a little game. A test of willpower." I held up the pill between my thumb and forefinger. "We each take one of these. We go to my room. And we wait. The first one to break... the first one to initiate any physical contact, no matter how small... loses."
I leaned closer, my breath ghosting over her lips. "And the loser," I whispered, watching her pupils dilate, "does whatever the winner wants. No questions. No limits. No safe words."
Natalia stared at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I could almost see the war raging inside her—pride versus desire, anger versus arousal. Her eyes darted between the pill and my face.
"What do these do?" she asked, her voice husky.
