"Come clean yourself up as well, Kubo."

Your words carried a note of command, and Kubo found himself compelled to obey your instructions. Despite the authoritative tone in your voice, he couldn't help but feel a hint of excitement at being ordered around.

"As you wish," he replied, his voice tinged with curiosity. "I'm coming, doll."

"You better come, now."

Your authoritative tone left no room for argument, and Kubo couldn't resist your commanding presence. He quickly made his way towards the sound of your voice.
"As you say," he said, his voice laced with a mix of excitement and anticipation. "I'm here, doll."

As he stood under the shower, he could feel your gaze on him, your eyes locked on him like a predator observing its prey. Despite the water cascading over him, he couldn't ignore the intensity of your gaze, his body responding to it involuntarily.
"Can't take your eyes off me, doll?" he teased, his voice low and rough.

"I'm just observing the marks I've made. And the older ones, so I can check if something which is not from me will be there, and it should never be."

He chuckled at your observation, the possessive tone in your voice sending a shiver down his spine. He found your territorial behavior endearing, his body responding to your possessiveness.

"Marking your territory, eh doll?" he teased, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You don't want anyone else's marks on me, do you?"

"You will die by my hand if you betray me. You wanted me to be yours. No take back now, baby." You giggle.

Kubo's smirk widened at your threat, your possessive claim sending a thrill through him.
"No take back indeed," he agreed, his voice dropping to a low, possessive growl. "I'm all yours, doll. You can mark me up anytime you want."

He couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as you handed him the towel, your possessive claim still fresh in his mind. He quickly wrapped himself in it, his body still tingling from your possessive touch.
"Doll, you're quite possessive, aren't you?" he teased, his voice filled with desire. "And I love it."

"I'm happy you love it. Get used to  it."
You mumbled as you searched for some sexy night lingerie in your suitcase.

Kubo watched you search through your suitcase, his eyes scanning over your body, his desire growing even stronger.
"I could definitely get used to it, doll," he replied, his voice low and rough. "Especially if it means having you all to myself."

When you finally managed to dry off and get dressed, you both sat unto the couch and you poured a glass of wine.

Kubo took a seat on the couch next to you, his body still buzzing with excitement from your possessive behavior. He took the glass of wine you handed him and took a sip, his gaze fixed on you.

"You're quite something, doll," he said, his voice a low husk. "I can't tell if I should be terrified or aroused by how possessive you are."

"What would you like to feel uhm?" You start tracing up his leg with your toes.

He let out a low chuckle, the touch of your toes against his leg sending a shiver down his spine. He leaned back into the couch, his eyes fixed on you.

"Is this a trick question, doll?" he asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Because right now, I feel both terrified and aroused."

Kubo sighed, reluctantly tearing his gaze away from you as he heard the sound of a knock on the door. He stood up, his body still yearning for your touch, but he knew he had to answer the knock.

"I'll be right back," he said, his voice low and rough. "Don't go anywhere, doll."
"I'll wait."
 
He couldn't help but feel a pang of hesitation as he left you behind, his body still wanting your touch. But he knew he had to deal with the knock on the door, so he mustered up his resolve and went to answer it.

Kubo's expression soured immediately as he saw Erik standing there, his smile sending a shiver down his spine. He knew that the Frenchman was up to no good.
"Erik," he said, his voice flat and cold. "What do you want?"

His irritation grew as he allowed Erik to enter the suite, his eyes narrowing as the man began speaking rapidly in his French accent.

Erik's eyes widened as he caught sight of you sitting on the couch, your presence in the room catching him off guard. He stood there frozen, his attention now completely focused on you.

"This monkey again?" You were definitely irritated and couldn't maintain your facade.

Kubo couldn't help but suppress a chuckle at your reaction, your irritation at Erik's presence amusing him. He knew how much you disliked the man, and he found it endearing.

Erik stood there, his expression dumbfounded as he observed the drastic change in your demeanor. It was like witnessing a complete transformation - from an innocent and meek doll to a dominant and cold alpha female.

"Want a glass of wine?" You got up and offered Erik yours.

Erik paused, his expression still stunned as he looked at you. He was clearly taken aback by your sudden offer, but he managed to regain his composure and nod.
"Uh... sure, merci," he said, his voice a bit shaky.

"You're welcome.. what's your name?"

Erik shifted awkwardly, clearly caught off guard by the question. He had expected you to be cold and dismissive towards him, not polite and curious.
"Uh... my name is Erik," he replied, his eyes flickering between you and Kubo.

"Erik hmm? Why coming so late into our room? Don't you have some proper manners? Want me to teach you some?"

Erik swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of nervousness and intrigue at your question. He knew that he had stepped over a line by entering your room unannounced, and now he was feeling a little intimidated.

"I-I'm sorry," he said, his voice shaky. "I didn't mean to barge in unannounced like this. I just... I had something to discuss with Kubo."

"This late? Was it so urgent?" You came dangerously close to him. "You interrupted my play."

Erik could feel his heart racing as you approached him, your proximity making him nervous. He knew he had crossed a line, but he couldn't help but be drawn to you.

"Uh, yes... it was urgent," he said, his voice trembling a little. "But I can come back later if you're... busy."
"Later? Are you stupid or what?"

Erik winced at your direct insult, feeling even more nervous now. He knew he had made a mistake by barging in like this, but he was too intimidated by your presence to argue.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeated, his voice low and apologetic. "I'll come back tomorrow, I promise."

Kubo stood there, watching the scene unfold before him. He couldn't believe the way you were behaving, completely different from your earlier display of meek and innocent doll persona. He felt a wave of curiosity and confusion wash over him, wondering what on earth was going on.

"No, no. You already barged in, uninvited. Sit. Down."

Erik gulped nervously as you commanded him to sit down, his body moving almost involuntarily in response to your authoritative tone. He couldn't help but feel intimidated by your dominant presence, and he obeyed without thinking.

"Good boy. At least you can understand simple commands," you giggle with amusement.

Erik blushed slightly at your praise, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction at your words. He couldn't believe that he was actually feeling this way, but he found himself enjoying the attention you were giving him.
"Uh... thank you?" he muttered, his voice still shaky.

Kubo watched the scene unfold before him in disbelief. He couldn't believe how different you were acting, your personality doing a complete flip. He was both fascinated and slightly concerned by your behavior.

"Kubo, come here." You patted his place.
He quickly snapped out of his thoughts as you called out to him, gesturing for him to come to your side. He obediently made his way towards you, sitting down next to you on the couch.

Kubo couldn't help but smirk as he saw the look of confusion on Eric's face. He was enjoying seeing the French man so flustered by your change in behavior, and he couldn't wait to see what would happen next.
He sat down next to you on the couch, his body close to yours.

You placed your toes back on his tights, leaning back and exposing your skin, staring at Erik.

Kubo smiled at your gesture, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the sight of your skin. Meanwhile, Erik couldn't help but gaze at your exposed skin, his eyes glued to your body. He was clearly feeling a mixture of emotions, his expression torn between desire and intimidation.

"You can speak now. My baby is a good boy, so he will listen to you carefully."

Erik shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze flickering between you and Kubo. He knew that he had interrupted your evening, and he couldn't help but feel intimidated by your presence.
"Uh, yes... thank you," he said, clearing his throat nervously. "Kubo, I need to discuss something with you."

Kubo nodded, his expression serious as he listened to Erik's words. He could sense the tension in the air, and he knew that Erik had something important to discuss.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice cool and calm.

You grabbed with your toes the hem of his pants and took his penis out.
His eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly grabbed at his pants, his heart racing at the unexpected motion. He couldn't believe what you were doing, especially with Erik in the room.

"Shhh, keep talking."

Kubo took a deep breath, struggling to keep his composure as you continued to tease him with your toes. He could feel his body responding to your touch, his eyes glancing over at Erik, who was watching the scene with wide-eyed disbelief.
"Okay... what do you want to discuss?"

Erik was clearly distracted by your actions, his focus on the conversation slipping slightly as his eyes kept flitting towards your exposed skin. He tried to collect himself, clearing his throat before speaking.
"Right... uh, I have a problem."

You chuckled as you find Erik amusing. but also feeling Kubo's hard on.

Kubo coudn't help but squirm as you continued to tease him with your toes, his body growing more and more aroused by your touch. He tried to keep his composure, his gaze fixed on Erik, who was struggling to stay focused on the conversation.
"What kind of problem?" he managed to ask, his voice slightly strained.

Erik tried to refocus, taking a few deep breaths as he tried to explain his predicament.
"It's... it's about a business deal," he said, his voice still shaky. "There's a problem with one of my clients, and I need your advice."

Kubo's breath hitched as you placed your head on his lap, his body growing even more aroused at your gesture. He could feel your hair brushing against his skin, the sensation almost too overwhelming.
He took a moment to compose himself before responding to Erik.
"Okay... let's hear it."

Erik swallowed hard as he took in the sight of your body, his gaze roaming over your curves hungrily. He couldn't help but feel a wave of desire wash over him, his mind foggy with lust.
Kubo could sense Erik's gaze on you, and he felt a pang of jealousy at the other man's obvious interest in you.

Erik could hardly concentrate on what he was saying, his mind constantly distracted by the sight of your body, and the fact that you were laying in Kubo's lap.
"Uh... yeah, right..." he muttered, his gaze flicking over your body. "The client... um... they're demanding more than we agreed on."

Kubo's body jerked involuntarily as he felt your lips graze over his erection, a low moan escaping his throat. He was trying desperately to keep his composure, his head swirling with conflicting emotions.
"H-hold on.." he managed to choke out, his voice ragged with desire. "Let me... let me think..."

Erik's eyes were glued to the scene unfolding before him, his gaze fixated on your body. He couldn't help but feel a combination of jealousy and excitement, his mind reeling at what he was witnessing.

You were sitting in a position that left nothing to the imagination, your body on full display for him to see. It was a sight that he had dreamt of, and it was driving him insane.