《Watch Me ✔️》Chapter 17
Advertisement
After we ate lunch together at the table, Michelle declared it was time for a movie. She unlocked me from the table and led me to the couch again. I got comfortable and while she was getting the movie ready, I started on part one of my plan.
I began to move my wrist purposefully against the handcuff creating redness. Slowly during the movie, I moved it more, it beginning to chafe painfully. I had to keep quiet though as Michelle sat next to me with her hand holding my other one.
When the movie ended Michelle got up to start dinner. She said it would be our most romantic night we ever had together. I imagined she was trying to recreate what we used to have back in college. We were passionate together, but nothing we did as a couple ever seemed healthy. She was unpredictable and would accuse me constantly of cheating out of jealousy or anger when I would talk to other people.
I didn't see how this time would be any better, especially with me being held captive. Michelle didn't seem to be thinking clearly this time either. I wondered how long she was hospitalized, what medications she had been on, how she could have followed me to L.A., how she can afford all of this. If anyone was looking for her, let alone me.
As she brought me another cup of water I realized I needed to use the restroom. It had been a long time since I'd gotten up and stretched my legs as well. I asked her if I could go.
"Oh of course, just let me get this on the stove," she replied. She came over a few moments later to unhandcuff me.
"What happened to your wrist?" She asked me shocked.
"Just some chafing from wearing it for so long," I replied trying to sound like it hurt as she touched it.
"Good thing I brought a first aid kit," she said as she pulled me up by my elbow and led me towards the bedroom.
We got to the bathroom and she handcuffed me to a ring above the toilet. Then she left me for a few and came back with the second set. She handcuffed my free hand and put that one against the ring instead. Just then, there was a knock on the door. We made eye contact, her looking startled and me determined. Just as I was about to shout, she grabbed my face and covered my mouth with her hand.
Advertisement
"If you make any sound, I will hurt whoever knocked. I know you don't want that," she threatened. She let me go then, turned on the shower, and closed the bathroom door behind her. Both my hands were currently handcuffed and I couldn't do anything but strain to listen.
It was very hard to hear what was going on out there, but I thought it sounded like a couple offering their names and their cabin location that was just north towards the water from us. I wanted to scream so badly, but at least knowing someone else was out here helped me plan where I would head if I got out of these cuffs and got the key to the door.
I heard the front door shut agan and my heart sank. That was one opportunity gone, but hopefully there would be others.
She came back with a smile on her face, "Good girl, you didn't make me hurt anyone."
I didn't say anything back as she let my left wrist free from the handcuff. She left me again and I did my best to go to the bathroom while stuck to the wall.
"I'm all done," I yelled out as I pulled up my leggings with one hand. They got stuck though around my hips and Michelle came back to me struggling with them.
"Here, I'll help." She reached down and pulled them up correctly for me. She looked me in the eyes after and stared too long. I looked away from her, but I could still feel that she was looking at me.
"Umm, can you put me at the table this time?" I asked, trying to divert her attention. She nodded and busied herself with the keys before moving us back into the open. I noticed she had shut all the curtains in the living room as the sun had begun to set.
"Are we not going to watch the sunset tonight?" I asked, trying to sound innocent.
"Not tonight, too many watchful eyes around this neighborhood. We wouldn't want someone looking in and spoiling our time together," she replied.
I nodded to her and left it at that. She finished dinner quickly, making us some chicken and veggies. If there was one redeeming quality I couldn't fault her on, it was that she was a great cook. I had to eat with my left hand which was awkward and she cut my chicken for me rather than handing me a knife. She also poured us some wine which is drank rather quickly knowing it would help calm me a bit.
Advertisement
She tried to talk to me during dinner, but most of her words went unheard as I thought about other things. We finished the entire bottle of wine as well I realized after I finished another glass. I wondered how much she had and wished I had paid more attention. After we were done she went over and started a fire in the fireplace.
"I can wash the dishes for us if you'd let me." I said, desperately trying to get released from the cuffs.
"Nonsense, we have a dishwasher here," Michelle said as she began to clean the table.
"I know your wrists must hurt, so I have a little change for you." She said as we got up from the table and she moved us over to the giant rug before the fireplace. I felt excited that I was finally going to be free enough to make my escape. But she sat us down and showed me a ring on the floor with a new type of handcuff made for an ankle.
"Oh no, that's okay, that looks uncomfortable-" I started to say.
"Come on now, it'll keep your hands free." She said, grabbing my leg out from underneath me and pulling it. I wanted to fight her so badly, but I didn't. It didn't feel like the right time and the wine had made me dizzy.
She locked my ankle into the shackle and I felt my freedom moving farther away. Then she took my wrist and undid my handcuff. Both wrists were chafed and she shook her head before getting up to retrieve the first aid kit.
I couldn't sit cross legged on the floor as I normally did, so I opted to lean back against the couch with my legs straight before me. When she returned, she sat to my left and began to pull things from the kit. She took my hands in hers and rubbed some sort ointment on both wrists, humming to herself as she did it.
"Thank you," I said when she was finished. It did feel nice, but it would set back part one of my plan. My mind was trying to rework a new one, but the wine was making my thoughts scattered.
"You are welcome, hopefully you'll be free of all the cuffs soon since you've been so good," she said.
"I'd like that," I replied hopefully. She pushed the kit off the rug and moved herself onto my lap. I swallowed, suddenly nervous by her closeness.
"The last time we were on a rug like this, it was the best night of my life," she said. I recalled the same memory she was thinking of, but I wouldn't call it a good night. We made love on that rug until I had a phone call from my boyfriend at the time. When she saw the call come in, she went into a rage and broke all the plates we had brought to the cabin.
"Yes, that was a lovely time we had together," I replied, trying not to notice her fingers tracing my arm and moving up towards my shoulder.
"Don't be nervous babe." She said, "I remember all the things you like."
She leaned forward and kissed me, softly at first. Her lips grazed mine and I could feel my breath hitch in anticipation as she held the moment longer. Then she crashed her lips into mine and I let her kiss me as she wanted.
I leaned back as best I could against the couch, but with her on my lap, there wasn't anywhere for me to go.
She broke the kiss and said, "just relax."
But that statement made me anxious and I tried to push her away saying, "I'm tired, could we not do this right now?"
She looked at me with fire in her eyes, "I have waited too long for you, don't my needs mean something to you?"
"Of course, but-" I started, but she interrupted me with another kiss, pulling me down on the rug during so my back was on the floor and she was on top of me.
"Hush now, you're mine again."
Advertisement
- In Serial126 Chapters
The Real Young Miss's Secret Identities Revealed
After the real daughter of the Jiang family fell sick, she became stupid and insisted on marrying the cold-blooded, cruel, and crippled Fu Jiu.
8 466 - In Serial46 Chapters
The Irish Tattooist
Corin Kane has never really found home. In all her 22 years, she moved from place to place, country to country, trying to belong. But when she finds her father, A Motorcycle Club President in Ireland, Corin realizes this may be the only place she feels at home. As Corin constantly butts heads with the ever-brooding Ripper, she wonders if this will be the place to settle down-and possibly love. Or will it be another bust on her long list of heartache?
8 89 - In Serial23 Chapters
The General Wants to Hug And Sleep
======== EDITED VERSION =========A story about a powerful general with chronic insomnia, and a desperate woman who's looking for a husband in order to prevent her tea business from falling into the wrong hands.----------------------Original Name : 將軍抱抱要睡覺Author: Qian CaoTranslator: azzuro4cieloCover: @Langlang_Ha (Twitter)Editor: Me 💕In an attempt to edit the translation, I will share this story on Wattpad. I really like this story, so I hope you'll enjoy reading it too. English is my second language, so I might make or overlook some mistakes.
8 161 - In Serial47 Chapters
Checkmate
When perfect seventeen-year-old Rose is hit by a scandal in the run-up to election, she starts to believe that her dreams of becoming Class President are over. But in the shreds of her reputation is where she meets Blake - Archbury High's favorite troublemaker. As morally corrupt as he is handsome, Rose knows that asking for his help is a risk, but it's one that could help to claw back her dignity. What starts off as a mutual arrangement soon unravels at the seams, and as the pair grow closer and secrets are spilt in the run-up to the election, Rose starts to learn that maybe perfect isn't everything.*UPDATES DAILY*
8 172 - In Serial43 Chapters
Alpha submitted
|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|"You will submit to me!" He growled, clenching his jaw as he glared down at me.I raised a brow and looked him dead in the eyes "No 'Alpha'." I smirked mocking the word Alpha. "You will submit to me." *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*Aylean Rafe Beowulf born a true blood alpha, but was a runt. Being a runt is a disgrace to werewolves, so her pack would have refused her as a Luna, so her parents made her the omega of their pack. Disrespected her entire life, she had enough and chose to become a rouge, but on her journey she met her mate. Alpha Aztec Amaruq Hunter, the alpha of the strongest pack in the world a cold and stern alpha, but when his true mate comes along a stubborn girl who doesn't want to submit, he doesn't know what to do. What will happen? Will Aylean submit or will it be the other way around? Find out :)Just a small warning my grammar isn't good lol, also it's still a working progress, but enjoy! :)(All images are from Google)
8 511 - In Serial42 Chapters
The Scarred Viking's Bride (On Temp. Hold)
The ruthless Jarl of the rumored cold-blooded Dahlsten clan.A young maiden of the southern Haraldsson clan. Two individuals from very different worlds. One night that interlocked their paths forever. Highest Ranking: #1 in Historical Fiction This story will include MATURE content, as it contains sexual scenes, possible trigger scenes and cursing in Norwegian. It is recommended for an older crowd 17+. It is not your typical Viking story, sorry kiddies. This is my first chapter story, so it will not be perfect! Consider yourself warned.Beautiful cover made by @LarissaChesser**TSVB is on temporary hold due to author's hectic life, please be considerate in comments. Thank you!
8 134