The fact that he seemed so full of himself made you want to barf.
“Indeed.”
Luckily, a wave of silence overtook the conversation and for the first time in minutes you felt as if you could breathe normally. It was then that he made the executive decision to, once again, touch you. Only this time his hand went to your lower back, making you flinch immediately.
“What do you say you and I get out of here?”
His voice rang dangerously close to your ears. You hoped that someone, anyone, would take notice of your discomfort and help, but nobody did, at least not until she came along.
“Now I would love to know what in the hell is going on here.”
As soon as you heard his voice, you visibly relaxed. The venom he spit seemed to have alerted the man as he immediately pulled himself away from your personal space. You had never been more relieved to see Jeff in your life.
“Well, lookey here. If it isn’t the Cruella De Vil himself. It’s been ages, love.”
“Spare me the pleasantries. I couldn't care less about what you have been up to,” The spiteful tone which carried his words even scared you, so you did not want to think how much it affected that man. “Run along. I never want to see you touching or talking to my property.”
“Your property? I didn’t realize you could own people, your highness .”
The sarcasm in La Grenouille’s voice made you visibly cringe. Nobody stood up to Cruella De Vill and lived to tell about it.
“Yes. Are you also an imbecile as much as you are a colossal bellend? No wonder your company has gone into shambles,” said the man and it took all your willpower to not burst out laughing. “Come along, kitten. Exposing you to such buffoons won’t do you any good.”
You immediately followed along, not caring about the drink or man you left behind. With the De Vil by your side you wee untouchable.
He wrapped her arm around your waist, taking you by surprise. The only times he did such a thing in public was when he either needed and escape or was turning green with jealousy. You deduced by his possessive demeanor that it was the latter.
Once the two of you had successfully walked away from the crown, he motioned to an empty room you knew so well. You had come to learn every inch of his venues like the back of your hand. After all, you two would escape the parties many times to spend time alone partaking in not-so-child-friendly activities.
As soon as you walk through the door, you hear the click of the lock. It prompted you to turn and face your lover, only to be pushed against the nearest wall instantaneously.
“I cannot stand the sight of you being with someone else. I wish to have hurt that- that monster with the nearest weapon available. Nobody touches you but me, understand?”
You were quick to nod. His jealousy and possessiveness always made for an entertaining night. As a narcissist, the man could not stand and watch as any of his prized possessions, you being one of them, was taken by anyone else. You were hims and his alone; the love marks on your body were proof. He was possessive and you were her possession.
“Yes, babe. I am yours. Nobody else owns me but you.”
His hums of approval were melodic.
“Good pet,” he said as she caressed your face, instantly prompting you to lean on to her touch. “Now, do your babe a favor and come here and hug me tightly. I just wanna cuddle and love you tonight.
“Such a good little one. Now come here lay on my neck ☹️.”
And as always, you did.
“Indeed.”
Luckily, a wave of silence overtook the conversation and for the first time in minutes you felt as if you could breathe normally. It was then that he made the executive decision to, once again, touch you. Only this time his hand went to your lower back, making you flinch immediately.
“What do you say you and I get out of here?”
His voice rang dangerously close to your ears. You hoped that someone, anyone, would take notice of your discomfort and help, but nobody did, at least not until she came along.
“Now I would love to know what in the hell is going on here.”
As soon as you heard his voice, you visibly relaxed. The venom he spit seemed to have alerted the man as he immediately pulled himself away from your personal space. You had never been more relieved to see Jeff in your life.
“Well, lookey here. If it isn’t the Cruella De Vil himself. It’s been ages, love.”
“Spare me the pleasantries. I couldn't care less about what you have been up to,” The spiteful tone which carried his words even scared you, so you did not want to think how much it affected that man. “Run along. I never want to see you touching or talking to my property.”
“Your property? I didn’t realize you could own people, your highness .”
The sarcasm in La Grenouille’s voice made you visibly cringe. Nobody stood up to Cruella De Vill and lived to tell about it.
“Yes. Are you also an imbecile as much as you are a colossal bellend? No wonder your company has gone into shambles,” said the man and it took all your willpower to not burst out laughing. “Come along, kitten. Exposing you to such buffoons won’t do you any good.”
You immediately followed along, not caring about the drink or man you left behind. With the De Vil by your side you wee untouchable.
He wrapped her arm around your waist, taking you by surprise. The only times he did such a thing in public was when he either needed and escape or was turning green with jealousy. You deduced by his possessive demeanor that it was the latter.
Once the two of you had successfully walked away from the crown, he motioned to an empty room you knew so well. You had come to learn every inch of his venues like the back of your hand. After all, you two would escape the parties many times to spend time alone partaking in not-so-child-friendly activities.
As soon as you walk through the door, you hear the click of the lock. It prompted you to turn and face your lover, only to be pushed against the nearest wall instantaneously.
“I cannot stand the sight of you being with someone else. I wish to have hurt that- that monster with the nearest weapon available. Nobody touches you but me, understand?”
You were quick to nod. His jealousy and possessiveness always made for an entertaining night. As a narcissist, the man could not stand and watch as any of his prized possessions, you being one of them, was taken by anyone else. You were hims and his alone; the love marks on your body were proof. He was possessive and you were her possession.
“Yes, babe. I am yours. Nobody else owns me but you.”
His hums of approval were melodic.
“Good pet,” he said as she caressed your face, instantly prompting you to lean on to her touch. “Now, do your babe a favor and come here and hug me tightly. I just wanna cuddle and love you tonight.
“Such a good little one. Now come here lay on my neck ☹️.”
And as always, you did.