LET'S GO, I ACTUALLY HAVE IDEAS THIS TIME!
Me and Moose went to a party that night, a drunk party actually, where no one knew what was going on.
I lost Moose at one point, which made me mad. Probably fucking some other girl. "Moose, you better be back with your back mark free," I growl under my breath.
I try and look around for him, but I bump into someone. I look up to see my ex, Connor. He looked really drunk.
"Hey, pretty lady, let's dance?" he asked, holding his hand out. "Not with you, never again," I hiss, turning back around.
He grabs my wrist and I whimper. His grasp was so tight. "Come on, Fire," he says. "Let's dance."
I try and get out of his grasp. He falls down quietly though, sleeping. I turn around and see Moose, his hands balled up into fists.
He grabs my arm before I could say anything. "Let's go," he growls, and his grip hurts just a little bit. "Moose, you're hurting me!" I yelp, but he just gets in the G-Wagon and I get in after him.
It was a silent ride home, but when we got there, I sat on the couch, watching George pace back and forth in front of me.
"Why," he asks. "did you have to go and be with Connor tonight?" I look at him, scared to answer. But I do anyways. I'm a strong bitch, no one can stop me.
"It wasn't my fault you left me alone," I say. "Besides, I tried getting away from his drunk ass."
Moose shoots a glare at me. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything at all. I get up and go to the kitchen. "Turn around," he demands. I jump but obey.
He backs me into the island and holds me down with his body weight. I get turned on. "How am I going to be punished?" I ask. "You and me on the bed, your hands around my body while you're screaming my name," he smirks.
And this is where it all begins...
