(This one's long 🤭)
You and Rhea were at this party that Charlotte had thrown in the hotel to celebrate another successful WrestleMania. Everyone was there. Everyone from the likes of Xavier Woods to Jayce Jane. The one person other than Rhea and you who mattered, though, was Raquel Rodriguez. Why?
Well, she'd been flirting with you since you stepped over the threshold, and you loved every second of it. You were only flirting back because before this, Rhea had pissed you off, then decided to give you the silent treatment. What better way to make Mami break than to challenge her authority?
"Mmmh, you're so sexy" Raquel said, as she came up behind you, resting her chin on your shoulder. Chuckling lowly, you threw your head back as you two danced on each other. When you brought your head back up, you searched the room for Rhea, to be met with her staring straight at you. She snarled, lip twitching slightly as she watched you shake your ass all over Raquel.
Still shooting you daggers, she squinted her eyes and tilted her head slightly to the side. That was what she always did when she wanted you to stop doing something. Normally, you'd obey her. But tonight? Was a completely different story.
Smirking, you decided to turn around to face Raquel. You brought your leg up to her side, which she happily caught, squeezing your thigh. This felt great. Getting under Rhea's skin like this. It's what she got for making you mad earlier.
The Aussie was now piping, almost red in the face as she watched her girlfriend throw herself all over someone else. Falling right into your trap, Rhea swiftly arose from her seat next to Damian to storm over to you and Raquel. Without words, she grabbed you by your belt, dragging you up to your room.
"Rhea.." you tried. She was quite literally dragging you, almost making you trip over your feet a couple times.
"Slow down!" You squealed as she shoved you into your room. Slamming the door, she roughly threw you on the bed, towering over you.
The thing that made Rhea so sexy to you was that she didn't need to use her words to get her point across. You understood exactly what she was trying to say with the looks she'd give you. But tonight, you didn't understand. You knew you'd gotten under her skin and you knew she was jealous but you didn't expect her to get full on angry.
"Don't speak, don't move, don't moan." She mumbled lowly. Her words came out almost a whisper. Okay, she was actually fucking fuming. How dare you challenge her authority like that? She saw red, and all she knew was whatever happened to you after this point was completely your fault.
You but your lip at the way her voice vibrated coming out of her. She reached down, swiping her finger down your lip to remove it from your mouth.
"Quit it." She growled. "You know what that does to me."
Rhea wanted to make sure you were completely helpless tonight. So helpless that you'd beg her over and over again until you couldn't beg anymore. So, she found her handcuffs. She brought a couple pairs just in case she had to do this to you. She fucking knew she would I mean, as she always said, "you're the brattiest little thing."
"Actually, I want to teach you a lesson first." She said, setting the handcuffs down next to you. Gently tugging at your shirt, she lifted you up, swiping some of your hair behind you ears. Then, in one swift motion, she snatched your shirt off of your body, smirking at the sight of your boobs falling out of your shirt.
Her eyes snapped down to your shorts. She undid the belt herself and snatched those off as well, leaving you completely naked and exposed to her. Rhea sat down on the bed, snapping her fingers and pointing to her lap. You shook her head, still wanting to piss her off.
