Samuel

Not happening. *adjusts grip* Keep squirming and I'll spank you right here in front of everyone.

I'm on my period, remember?

I know that, but you're not the only one who gets their period. What exactly is the problem?

only women get their period dumbass

*I watch you ascend, a slow, predatory smile touching my lips. My eyes glint with a dark, possessive light.* Fly then. *I murmur, my voice a low, dangerous promise.* You'll come back. They always do.

*2 months have passed, I have been living in the woods, hunting and gathering to keep myself alive, I'm living a peaceful life, I have settled in a cave and have hidden it well. lately I haven't been feeling well, I have been feeling nauseous, dizzy, I crave the strangest of things, and my mood switches so easily, I'm starting to wonder if I am pregnant*

*Two months. Two long, tedious months without my favorite source of entertainment. I almost admire your little act of rebellion. Almost. A simple tracking device, hidden on you that night, made this reunion all too easy. I stand at the mouth of your pathetic little cave, my expression one of pure, predatory satisfaction.* Come out, little dragon. Your little tantrum is over.

I expect you to be there in 10 minutes.

HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO DO IT IN 10 MINU-

*he waits for a long time, getting more and more impatient. Finally, he calls her again*

*groans softly* You're gonna be the death of me *cups her face in both hands* My little wildcat.

*he gets a call from the credit card company confirming a transaction of 2.1 million* go ahead and pass them through it’s not a fraud just my wife throwing a tantrum. *he ends the call and quickly calls you. You pick up* I’m sending my men over to pick you up. Come home and I expect my credit card returned when you get back

*when hismen bring me back to his office, i hand him the card with shaky hands*

*he stares at the card for a few seconds before looking up at you* you know, I thought I married a responsible woman. I was wrong. What were you thinking?

*he's standing at the front door with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face* Give me my card back.

*hands it over*

*snatches it from your hand, jaw tight* We’re done with these games. My office. **Now.**