Again, like a good little boy; I follow orders.
With my hands cuffed under the back of my legs, I start to wonder what’s actually going on, but all trace of thought leaves me as she slides off the bed and looks down at me like a hungry lioness, ready to pounce.
I mean, I can’t say that I’ve ever been handcuffed before, but in my head, my hands would be cuffed to the bedposts or something like that, not cuffed together where I can still move around.
Her grin widens. “Put your feet up.”
“I’m sorry…what?”
“Just do it.”
I think this through…if my feet are up in the air and I’m handcuffed, then that leaves my ass extremely vulnerable and I know Tully likes to get a little wild in the bedroom, but I’m not quite sure I’m down for that. “You’re not planning on sticking something in my ass, are you?”
“What?” she balks out laughing. “No. I mean, not unless you want me to?”
“No thanks.”
“I’m glad we got that sorted, now put your feet up in the air.”
“Why though?”
“Just do it already,” she laughs.
I let out a groan as I quickly realize that maybe I’ve been a little misled. I don’t think she’s in here to get down and dirty and something tells me that maybe I’ve been playing right into her game, but hell, I’m curious and I’m certainly not one to disappoint.
With a groan, I lift my feet off the bed and watch her carefully, trying to work out her plan. She dips down beside the bed until I can’t see her and emerges a second later with a bucket of water. “What the hell are you doing?”
“You’ll see,” she says with that mischievous sparkle in her eye that I love so damn much.
“You better not be about to pour that on me.”
She gasps, feigning horror as she steps up to the end of the bed. “Would I do that?”
“Yeah, actually. You would.”
Her response is a devilish smirk that has me wanting nothing more than to jump off this bed and run the fuck away, but in this position, it won’t be that easy. Tully raises the bucket and places it on the bottom of my feet. “Make it balance,” she instructs me as I shake my head.
“Don’t tell me that you’re leaving that fucking bucket there.”
“You know,” she says, slowly stepping away from me while making sure the bucket is safely balanced above me. “I’ve spent the last seven months picturing you on a tropical beach, having the time of your life while I’ve been at home missing you, and you know what? I think a little payback is in order.”
With that, she pulls the keys for the handcuffs out of the side of her bra, drops them in the bucket and walks over to me. “Don’t you dare leave,” I warn her.
Tully kneels on the side of the bed and dips her face before pressing a feather-soft kiss on my lips. “I love you,” she murmurs. “Don’t spill any of that water on my bed.”
With that, she walks out of the room, laughing the whole way down the hallway.
“Tully?” I yell. “Get that fine ass back here and take this damn bucket off me.”
“Sorry,” she calls back with laughter strong in her voice. “I can’t hear you.”
That little…
I find myself laughing. If anyone walked in here right now, what they’d see…fuck. I look like a fool, which is exactly what I am. I should have known she was going to hold me accountable for the past seven months, which I deserve. I just didn’t know it was going to be in the form of playing pranks.
But…she should know me better than that and after the training I’ve had over the past four years, this isn’t exactly a situation that I’m unable to get myself out.
I mean, it’s not exactly going to be easy. I’m not the most flexible mother fucker around, but I can make it work without spilling even a drop of water because I plan to turn this game right around. No one, not even Tully Cage, will get the best of me.
I pull my knees right down to my chest and shimmy my cuffed hands up the back of my legs, watching the bucket in fear as one wrong move will have that bastard falling on my face and that’s not exactly how I plan on waking up.
I get my hands over my feet and catch the bucket as I go, feeling so fucking proud of myself. I get up off the bed and place the bucket down on Tully’s bedside table before fishing through the freezing water for the key and freeing my wrists.
I do it as quickly and as quietly as I can before taking the handcuffs and the bucket before sneaking out of the room with the kind of stealth that I’d use on one of my missions.