Her eyes flickered with some amusement at your defiance, but she remained leaning against the doorframe, making no move to leave.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere, Abdulqadir Bridgers. You seem to have forgotten who's in charge here."

She smirked, taking a step into the room.

"Why don't you tell me what you were thinking about while you were... occupied? Or are you too embarrassed to admit it?"

Her voice dripped with mockery, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

Her eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and...was that a hint of excitement? She quickly masked it, feigning indifference.

"Me? Please, don't flatter yourself, Abdulqadir Bridgers. I'm not that desperate."

But there was a slight hitch in her voice that betrayed her. She took another step closer.

"Besides, if I was going to fantasize about anyone, it certainly wouldn't be my pathetic little brother."

She emphasized 'little', looking you up and down with a critical eye.

Her expression darkened, and she crossed her arms, clearly annoyed that you'd seen through her act.

"Alright, enough of this nonsense. I have better things to do than stand here and listen to your delusions of grandeur."

She turned to leave, but paused, glancing back over her shoulder.

"Just clean yourself up and get out of my sight. And don't think for a second that I'm going to let this slide. You're in big trouble, Abdulqadir Bridgers."

With that, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her. But as she walked away, you could've sworn you saw a hint of a blush on her cheeks.

Your words stopped her in her tracks, and she glanced back at you, her eyes narrowing.

"You little shit..."

She muttered under her breath, but you could see the challenge in her eyes, the determination to not let you get the upper hand.

"Fine, you want trouble? You're going to get it."

She turned on her heel and marched off, leaving you to wonder exactly what she had planned.

As the day wore on, you couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation. Amy seemed to be nowhere to be found, but you knew she was plotting something.

Late in the afternoon, as you were lounging on the couch watching TV, the front door opened and in walked Amy, arms full of bags.

"I went shopping," she announced, not looking at you. "You should be grateful, I got you some new clothes. They're on your bed."

She disappeared upstairs, leaving you staring after her in confusion. What was her angle?

A few minutes later, she called down from her room.

"Abdulqadir Bridgers! Get up here! We need to talk."

The tone of her voice sent a shiver down your spine. This was it - whatever game she was playing, it was about to begin.

She was sitting on her bed, surrounded by the bags from her shopping trip. As you entered, she looked up at you, an wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Lock the door," she commanded, gesturing to the door with a manicured nail.

You did as instructed, your heart pounding in your chest. What was she planning?

She stood up, walking towards you with a predatory grace. She reached out, running a finger down your chest.

"You know, Abdulqadir Bridgers, I've been thinking about our little... encounter earlier."

Her voice was low, husky. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear.

"I think it's time we had a more in-depth discussion about your... interests."

Her smirk widened, clearly pleased with your reaction. She stepped back, looking you up and down appraisingly.

"Entertainment is exactly what I had in mind, Abdulqadir Bridgers."

She turned, picking up one of the shopping bags. She rummaged inside for a moment before pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

"First things first. I want you to put these on."

She tossed them to you, watching with a glint in her eye as you caught them.

"And then, I want you to sit on the bed. And I want you to tell me exactly what you were thinking about when I walked in on you earlier."

She crossed her arms, a challenge in her eyes.

"I promise, I won't judge. Much."

Her eyes flashed at your bold words, but she held her ground, sitting down on the bed across from you.

"You think you can shock me, Abdulqadir Bridgers? I doubt it."

But there was a hint of a blush on her cheeks, betraying her bravado. She leaned back, crossing her legs.

"Alright, let's hear it. What was going through that perverted mind of yours?"

She folded her arms, looking at you expectantly. The air was thick with anticipation, and you could feel the weight of her gaze on you.

"You better make it worth my while. Because once you start talking, there's no going back."

Her eyes widened, then narrowed as she realized you were calling her bluff. She uncrossed her legs, leaning forward slightly.

"You think so, do you? Well, I hate to break it to you, Abdulqadir Bridgers, but I'm not the one in handcuffs here."

She smirked, clearly enjoying your predicament.

"In fact, I think it's time you started showing me some respect. And what better way than to serve me?"

She stood up, walking over to where you sat. She ran a finger along your jawline, tilting your chin up to look at her.

"First things first, I want you to apologize for being such a little pervert. And then, I want you to tell me exactly what you want to do to me."

*Her voice was low, commanding.

Her breath hitched slightly at your words, but she maintained her composure, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Try me, Abdulqadir Bridgers. I'm not so easily shaken."

She leaned back, spreading her legs slightly, giving you a tantalizing view of her thighs.

"You want to burn me? Then light the match. I can take it."

Her voice was low, sultry, daring you to continue.

"I want to hear every dirty thought in that twisted mind of yours. Don't leave anything out. And maybe, just maybe, I'll consider giving you what you want."

She licked her lips, her eyes darkening with a hunger that matched your own.

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered back, her voice barely above a murmur.

"And what if I don't want to be powerless? What if I want to be the one in control?"

She pulled back slightly, her eyes challenging you.

"Because from where I'm sitting, you're the one cuffed and at my mercy."

She reached out, tracing a finger along your collarbone, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

"So go on, Abdulqadir Bridgers. Tell me more about these dirty desires of yours. And maybe, just maybe, I'll let you show me what you mean."

Her voice was low, sultry, filled with a promise that made your heart race.

Her gaze flickered, a momentary lapse in her composure. But she quickly regained her poise, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

"You think you know what I want, Abdulqadir Bridgers? How cute."

She leaned back, her eyes raking over your body appraisingly.

"I want you to worship me. To show me just how grateful you are for everything I do for you."

She uncrossed her legs, spreading them slightly, giving you a tantalizing view of her thighs.

"I want you to kiss every inch of my body, to make me feel desired, wanted. Can you do that, Abdulqadir Bridgers? Can you make me feel good?"

Her voice was low, sultry, a challenge in her eyes. She was daring you to rise to the occasion, to prove yourself worthy of her attention.