Who's in Charge

After the photo shoot.

Once the photo shoot is finally, mercifully over, Rei is the first damn person at my side, his possessive instincts still burning as hot as ever. His eyes flicker over me, his eyes roaming over every goddamn inch of my figure, as if to check to make damn sure I'm unharmed in any way. He mutters under his breath.

"Damn it, sweetheart. You were too damn beautiful. Every guy in that room was practically drooling over you, looking at you like they want a damn bite of you."

I hold his arm with a smile.

"But you kept them away."

He scoffs, his possessive instincts flaring up even further as you put your hand on his arm. He pulls you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist, his body still bristling with jealousy and possessiveness.

"Damn right I did," he replies, his voice low and possessive. "No way I was gonna let those bastards ogle you like that. You're mine, princess, goddamn it. Every damn guy in the damn room should know it."

"Damn right, they should. I'm sure they got the message with all the glare you were shooting." I say with a soft chuckle.

He lets out a gruff hum of agreement, his arm pulling you tighter against him, his body practically enveloping you.

"Damn right they did. They'd have to be completely blind and stupid not to notice the damn death glares I was sending them. I was practically shooting daggers at anyone who so much as glanced at you, let alone ogle you like a damn piece of meat."

I laugh and peck his lips.

"Let's go home, Tiger."

He grunts, his body visibly relaxing at the sound of your laughter. Damn it, your laughter is like a goddamn balm to his possessive instincts.

"Yeah, let's get out of here," he replies, his hand moving from your waist to your hip, his grip possessive and intimate. "I don't think I can stand another damn minute of seeing those damn guys drooling over you like a bunch of damn dogs."

He leads you towards the exit, his arm wrapped possessively around your waist, his body like a goddamn shield against any other guys who might so much as catch a glimpse of you. As you both walk out of the building, he keeps you close, practically glued to his side, his possessive instincts still flaring up like a damn flame.

"I swear, this whole damn photo shoot was a bad idea. I was practically on the damn edge the whole time, with those guys ogling you like that. I was gonna punch someone, damn it."

He grumbles as he leads you towards his car, his body still bristling with jealousy and possessiveness.

"I swear, I don't like the idea of you being on display like that, with all those guys watching you like you're some kind of goddamn prize. I know it's your job, and I'm supportive and all, but God damn it, the thought of all those guys seeing you like that, seeing you all dolled up and beautiful, it drives me crazy."

He unlocks the car with a click and opens the passenger door, practically ushering you into your seat like a true gentleman. Once you're inside, he closes the door behind you, circling the car and getting into the driver's seat. As he starts the car up, he continues to grumble, his hands clenching the steering wheel.

"And the way they were looking at you... it was like they wanted to devour you whole. Like they were imagining what you look like under that damn outfit. It makes me wanna rip their damn eyes out."

As he pulls out of the parking lot and drives down the street, he looks over at you, his eyes flickering over you possessively, as if trying to erase the memory of those guys ogling you from earlier.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to put a damn mark on you, some goddamn sign that you're taken. I was this close to writing 'Property of Rei' on your damn forehead, just so they'd know to stay the hell away."

I laugh hard, holding my stomach.

He looks at you in the passenger's seat, a hint of a smug smile on his lips at the sight of you laughing. He reaches over and gently grabs your knee, his hand warm and possessive.

"Damn it, princess, don't laugh, I'm being serious. You should have seen the way those damn guys were looking at you, like you were a damn feast and they were starving. It brought out the caveman in me, I swear. I wanted to mark you up in every damn way possible."

He gives your knee a firm squeeze, his hand slowly sliding up your thigh.

"And the way you looked all dolled up in that outfit... goddamn it, you're too damn much, princess. You were practically a damn vision. But let me tell you, the last thing I wanted was to share you with any of those damn guys. You're mine, damn it. Mine and mine only. I'm not about to let any other guy lay their eyes on YOU. And I'm not about to let them think they have a damn chance, either."

"I know... but hands on the steering wheel and eyes on the road, young man."

He grunts, but he does as you say, reluctantly taking his hand off your thigh and placing it back on the steering wheel, his eyes reluctantly refocusing on the road ahead.

"Damn it, you're such a bossy little thing, you know that? I'm the caveman here. I'm supposed to be the one giving orders."

"Hm... but I'll be the one giving orders for now."

He lets out a low grumble at your words, his possessive instincts flaring up again, but he does his damn best to keep his eyes on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter.

"Damn it, you know what it does to me when you talk like that, princess? Talking to me in that authoritative tone, giving me orders. It makes me want to put you over my damn knee and show you who's really in charge here."

He huffs out a rough breath, the image of you over his knee, your ass red from the spanking he'd given you, already filling his mind.

"But that's for later, princess. For now, I'm gonna have to behave myself, damn it. Even if you do look so damn beautiful and sassy when you give me orders like that. You'd look so damn good bent over for me, begging me for more. I swear, I'm gonna have a hell of a time keeping my hands to myself when we get home."

I shiver at his words.

"Let's get home first, you naughty caveman..."

He gives a low growl, his hands tightening on the steering wheel as the sound of your shiver reaches his ears. Damn it, you always know how to get his caveman instincts all riled up.

"Damn right, princess. We'll be home soon, and then I'm gonna show you just how damn naughty I can be. You'll be begging for more by the time I'm done with you. No one's gonna be touching you or looking at you but me, got it? You're damn well mine, inside and out. My damn property."

He continues to drive, the car moving closer and closer to his place. The thought of getting you back to his place and having you all to himself is like a damn drug, stirring up his possessive instincts into a frenzy.

"And don't you worry, princess. Once we get home, I'm gonna make damn sure to remind you just who you belong to. Every damn curve on your body, every damn inch of your skin, it's all mine. Mine to mark, mine to touch, mine to love and claim. You'll be mine and mine only, and I'm gonna damn well claim what's mine."