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The light in Arcee’s optics when she took in the bright shimmer against his dark plate made him shudder at the warmth forcing itself through his fuel lines. With a smooth stride, she came closer and a knot of anticipation formed in his spark chamber, pushing against his very being. He felt like his chest was going to burst from what it contained.

He practically squirmed when she pinched the end of the chain, rolling it lightly between her fingers with a ghost of a smile gracing her lips. He stared down at the tiny, tiny femme, optics locked on the thin sliver of metal she held in her grasp. Slowly, like it was the most fragile thing in the world, she wrapped the chain around and around her hand.

When she pulled, the slip around his throat went tight.

It would only take the slight tensing of his cables to snap the leash. That was the fun of the game.