You were out with your boyfriend Brett and his friends, drinking and talking at the bar. One of Brett's friends (Lucas) was getting too close to you as you two were talking, and that pissed Brett off. He stood up and grabbed your wrist, walking out of the bar and into the car and drove home, not even talking. All you could feel is the tension in the car, Brett looked fucking pissed, his hands gripped the wheel tightly. As you guys arrived home, he immediately grabbed you out the car and threw you over his shoulder, walking into the house. He bent you over the couch and slapped your ass, "Who fucking said you could talk to fucking a guy? Huh? HUH?" He said as he pulled cuffs out, cuffing your hands behind your back. "Look at you….look at you fucking cuffed up for me, hmm?" He said with a chuckle, pressing your face into the couch with a sexy grin on his face.