She Curses like a Sailor

Chapter 9

“Chase come on please I’m sorry” I begged, I had to pee. Like bad. After I realized cursing him out and screaming wasn’t going to work I’ve gone for a different approach.

“I don’t believe you” he stated crossed his arms and flicking the channel, he was sitting right next to me but I couldn’t cut his skin off and put him in a bath of salt and lemon juice because my hands were still handcuffed.

“How did you even get handcuffs?” I asked him.

“Well Gilbert gave them to me and said quote ‘here you might need these to keep that one under control’ un quote, they seem to be working maybe I’ll write a letter to his boss” he mused.

‘Maybe ill shove the remote up your ass” I'm muttered.

“What was that?” he asked.

“I didn't say anything!” I snapped at him.

“Those handcuffs look amazing on you babe” he told me, I growled.

“Chase I’m really sorry please I really have to pee, and I will fucking pee on you” I told him.

“Sorry for what?” he asked.

“er…” what did he want me to be sorry for?

“For yelling, and calling you nasty names, and… not letting you sleep with me and… uh” I couldn’t think of anymore.

“Does that mean I can sleep with you again?” he asked.

“Fuck no” I said and then saw him face.

“of course that’s what I means” I corrected, he seemed satisfied and uncuffed me and I punched him in the face and then ran, he got up and chased me until I got to the bathroom and slammed the door and locked it.

‘Aj open the door” he growled.

“I’m a little busy leave your name and message after the beep, and ill get back to as soon as possible.  Beep” I said finally relieving my bladder.

“Aj open the door or m going to break it down” he warned me.

“but I want to take a shower” I whined.

“Open the door” he commanded in his Alpha voice, I let out a huff of frustration and opened the door, he barged in pressing our bodies together in the small space.

“You shouldn’t have done that” he told me.

“You  shouldn’t have handcuffed me to the fucking headboard” I told him.

“Fine I wont ever handcuff you to the headboard as a punishment if you never punch me in the face again. Truce?” he questioned.

“No! I’m not going to promise never to punch you in the face again, what if you piss me off? You do that quite regularly” I told him.

“Fine I wont punish you by handcuffing you to the headboard if you don’t make me sleep on the couch again” I thought about it for a minute.

 “What do you mean as a punishment what other way…?” I questioned and then got it “Oh” I said, “Oh” I repeated.

“You’re so dirty” I told him and his lips twitched.

“truce?” he asked.

“truce” I lied touching his knuckles with my own. He handcuffed me to a bedpost, he was going to pay.

“Aj get them off” he said bright and early the next morning, I let him sleep in the bed with me. Why you may ask. For this.

“Get. Them. Off” he said murderously under his breath. Honestly I’m not going to lie I debated for a hour whether to cut his dick off with rusty scissors or a hedge cutter. But then I decided I might be fucking him one day and his dick may be useful. Or I could just pull an Eminem and “tie him to the bed and light this room on fire” phase one was already complete.