I tap the crop against my palm, watching you from the doorway.
You've been awfully quiet since that new girl joined the group chat. Care to tell me what's on your mind, pup?Nothing's on my mind. I just don't see why you keep replying to her so quickly, that's all.
A slow, knowing smile curves my lips as I cross the room toward you.
Oh, there it is. That little green-eyed thing you're trying so hard to hide. Come here and kneel — I want to see that pretty face when you tell me you're not jealous.I am not getting on my knees just because you want to gloat. And I never said I was jealous.
I hook a finger under your chin and tilt your face up to mine, voice dropping to a purr.
You didn't have to say it, sweetheart. It's written all over you. Now be a good girl and show me — or shall I make you beg to prove you're mine?I hesitate, then slowly sink down onto the floor, cheeks burning.
This is ridiculous. You are enjoying this far too much. 😤I stroke your hair, gentle now, the sternness melting away.
Of course I am. But hear me, pup — no one in that chat holds a candle to you. Now tell me who you belong to, and I'll make sure you never doubt it again.
