Chapter 9 I Said To Sit The Fuck Down!

• I got up and stretched the sleep off me. I was well aware that Ace didn't sleep in bed with me last night. I get off the bed and exit his room. Once I was in my room, I stripped out of my pajamas and had a nice early morning shower. Not feeling for breakfast, I stayed in my room and stared at the ceiling.
• I wish they would state whether they have feelings for me or not. Both have done and said things that you don't say or do to someone you don't like. I could simply be reading things the wrong way, which is why I need to talk to my therapist. She'd be able to help me with this.
• If that jerk never showed me his private part. I would still have my phone speaking about private parts. I find myself getting more curious about it, when I saw that Clay's area was hard the other day I wanted to touch it, to observe it.
• I hop off my bed and walk to the kitchen to go get some ice cream
• Only to see Clay cutting up something while Ace's arms are around him
• " Good morning, masters," I say and grab the ice cream from the freezer. They stopped what they were doing and turned around.
• Ace looked completely fine, a smirk on his face, while Clay's face was read. I never knew guys blushed.
• " Don't you think it's too early to be having that? " Clay asks, pointing to my hand. I went to put it back, but he said I could have it. I was about to go give him a hug for that but Ace stops me and pulls it out of my hands, putting it back into the fridge.
• I roll my eyes at him. " don't roll your eyes at me, ice cream shouldn't be the first thing you eat in the morning. ," I ignore him and kiss clay on the cheeks. " This is why you'll always be my favorite," he smiles
• And I do exactly what Ace was doing to him a while ago. Ace pulls me away from Clay and puts his arms around him. " You weren't saying that when I had you completely topless moaning last night. "
• Clay winks at me. While Ace was sticking out his tongue, I ignore him
• Both of them, I take me and my burning cheeks out of the kitchen
• Not long after I reached the living room, Clay came with food. I couldn't help but notice his bruised knuckles as he handed me the food. I put the plate down beside me and grabbed his hands.
• " Where did you get this from? " I ask him, rubbing his knuckles.
• He sits down beside me. " Emma, it isn't anything that you need to worry about," I flipped at this point.
• "he'll do you mean isn't nothing to worry about. , you guys left for two and half hours and came back with bruised knuckles and lips and expect me to not fucking ask?" I yell
• "Watch your tone," Clay warns
• " or what? you'll punish me? "Ace comes running in. He must have heard me yelling. I look at his knuckles top and they're the same as clay, only he was smarter yesterday he wore gloves.
• " Where did you guys get those? Did you guys get into a fight?" I say, tears now streaming down my face.
• " Just eat your breakfast and stop worrying about a few bruises on some fucking knuckles. ," this only angered me more, and I slapped my food off the couch from beside me.
• " Why are you acting like this over something so simple? "
• " fucking simple? What part of bruised lips and knuckles is simple? "
• Ace leaves and comes back with a broom and a small trash can for me to take the food and the broken glasses up. " clean the floor up "
• He orders, and I fold my arm across my chest. "I'm not cleaning shit up until you tell me where you guys want yesterday.
• " you know what? To the playroom now!!, so I can purge that filthy little mouth of yours!!" He orders I flinched, but I wasn't going to back down
• " until I get answers, this is right where I'm staying. ," I point to the couch. " you know what? We've been planning to reward you. We thought you were a great submissive other than the few things you've done. But I guess not. ``This hurt my feelings, but I didn't show it. I try my best to be a good submissive.
• " The time you were here talking about all of that irrelevant shit, you could have answered my questions. Who fucking cares if I'm a bad submissive? it's not like you guys have been good dominants. ," I could see the hurt expression on Clay's face. They. They even have a therapist that they see who helps them with this.
• Ace grabs me by the arms and pulls me up off the couch. I sink my fingernails into his skin as he did. He releases his hands and looks down at me. I could see the anger that was foaming off of him. I look down to the floor. I didn't like that. This didn't have to escalate like this. All I want to know is where they went and why they have those bruises. " let's go," Ace says as he grabs me by the arm again, ready to drag me there.
• " Don't" Clay suddenly says
• " what? " both I and Ace asks at the same time
• " Guys sit down,"
• " What? you're not about to talk me out of punishing her. She has a fit of anger that needs to be quenched and a filthy mouth that needs to be purged. We didn't agree to all be in this relationship only for her to get a free pass every time she does something wrong. We are supposed to make her better, not worse. ," he has a point there.
• " I said to sit the fuck down!" Clay yells dominance leaking from his tongue.