Filed to story: Turn The Mafia’s Virgin Wife On
“So…what?” I asked, not quite following.
“Well, I’ll explain later…” Sebastian said with a sweet smile before he plopped himself down on the chair next to the bed.
I felt like a mentally ill patient in an asylum that needed to be handcuffed to the bed and Sebastian was my precious visitor this morning. It’s been hours since I’ve been on this bed and…I haven’t been to the toilet since…I don’t know when…
“Sebastian…could you uncuff me…for a bit?” I asked, sweetly.
“Why?” Sebastian asked.
“I need to grab something…” I replied.
I mean, give me a break, how am I supposed to tell him that I need to pee? It would be so embarrassing; I’ll probably die on the spot.
“What do you need? I’ll get it for you,” Sebastian offered.
My eyes widened, surprised at his generous offer. Seriously, of all the times, you just had to act all nice and helpful now…
“It’s something a little private so…” I replied, hoping that he would just do as he’s told.
“Listen, if you don’t tell me what and where it is, I can’t get it for you. Is it in your room?” Sebastian said as his eyes narrowed at me suspiciously.
I had started to really wonder if he would uncuff me first or if I would wet his bed first. If I had to bet, the latter would probably happen first…
“No…it’s…not like that…” I said hesitantly, not knowing how to explain it to him. I had a feeling that this was going to end in disaster.
“Then what is it like?” Sebastian asked, sounding curious and confused.
I looked straight at him; my eyes met with a pair of overly-beautiful blue eyes. He’s not just teasing me, right? He really doesn’t know anything, right? Those pale blue eyes stared back innocently at me.
I…hate…him…
After a moment of staring into each other’s eyes, I broke eye contact with him and sighed loudly. This is getting nowhere…
“Grace honey, if you don’t tell me exactly what you want or need, I can’t help you…” Sebastian finally said.
Yeah…and that’s like the hardest thing for me to do right now. I don’t remember how many years it’s been since I’ve had to ask for permission to go to the toilet and telling the whole world that I needed to pee.
I lay down on the bed in resignation as I covered my face with the palms of my hands. I can’t believe this is happening. How much more is he going to embarrass me like this?!
“Sebastian…” I said his name softly.
“Yes?” He replied immediately.
“…I…need to go…to the toilet,” I mumbled shyly.
“What is it that you need from the toilet?” Sebastian asked, as if not hearing me properly.
This man is driving me crazy. He’s really going to make me say it, isn’t he?!
“Hell…I NEED TO PEE!!!” I sat up and screamed loud and clear.
I stared at him in anger, narrowing my eyes at him as I pursed my lips into a thin line. I was so embarrassed, and I felt the heat burn my face as I blushed. However, the anger I felt helped me handle the embarrassment very well.
Sebastian’s eyes widened in surprise at my outburst before he started laughing loudly. He laughed so much he might as well have fallen off his chair. I would have preferred if that happened, actually. I stared at him, not finding any of this amusing.
“Sorry…you should have just said so from the very beginning…” Sebastian said in between his bouts of laughter.
“Uncuff me…now…” I muttered.
“Ok…ok…” Sebastian said as he got up from his seat.
Taking out a key from the pocket of his pants, he unlocked the handcuff from around the bed and I could move my left arm freely once again. The clinking sound of the handcuff brought my attention to the fact that the handcuff was still on me…why?
Suddenly, I heard a clicking sound.
“Here…done,” Sebastian said with satisfaction as he held up his wrist to show me.
My mouth hung open in shock at the sight of the handcuff around Sebastian’s wrist. If this was supposed to be like a couple’s matching bracelet, it was way off.
“Why are we handcuffed together?” I asked in disbelief.
“You said you wanted to go to the toilet,” Sebastian replied with a grin.
No way…
Tell me this isn’t what I’m thinking…
I sat there on the bed, stunned into silence.
“Let’s go…” Sebastian said as he began pulling my left arm.
“I…I can go to the toilet by myself!” I cried out as he yanked me to my feet and off the bed.