But, it can be worth it at times.

As Grant was pulled from the building by his women, the four of them led by Mary who had a smile on her face as they went outside. The sunlight that had been partially filtered by the tinted glass of the lobby was a balm to his anger, as was the light cool breeze that ruffled his hair. Taking a deep breath, he began to nurse the hand that he had used to deck the jerk who had attempted to claim his woman.

“Well, for all that that stranger was a complete asshole, we learned some very valuable things just now.” The absolute level of satisfaction in her voice was unparalleled in all the time that Grant had known her. It went beyond just the happiness of having learned something new, but a satisfaction that seemed to go soul deep.

“We learned that I can hit pretty hard, and that hitting someone in the head hurts like hell even when you’re the one hitting rather than being hit.” Grant said, nursing a knuckle that he was pretty sure had something wrong with it. The way it was already swollen was somewhat worrying, but for now he was focused on what Mary was talking about. “I’m not sure your unmistakable glee really matches the things that we just learned.”

“Master, you know as well as I do that I would never be happy that you are hurt. Besides, that is what you learned, but that isn’t what we all learned just now.” Mary spoke softly, taking his hand and kissing the swollen knuckle. It was a silly thing, and most likely nothing more than a placebo effect, but if anyone had asked him, he would have sworn that her kissing his hand had made the pain significantly less. “Besides, I know my Master is big and strong, even with his arms and muscles.” Here, she blushed, but there was no mistaking the innuendo she was saying. How she had come to the conclusion that he had a big dick without ever having seen his dick he didn’t know. He still wasn’t going to argue with her about that.

“No, what I mean is, we have learned several things about how our bond works, Master. First, we learned that once a man has claimed a woman, she cannot be claimed again, and also that another man trying to take what is yours produces a very strong protective instinct. Both of these things are good to know…and also kind of hot. Are you sure we can’t stop somewhere on the way to the police station? I would love to show my Master just how much I appreciate his protecting me and his other women.”

Come to think of it, the way she knew he had a big dick was probably because of all the bulge’s he was having in his pants, and the way she was talking now was producing another one. All Grant could do was groan in frustration, and shake his head. By the time he actually got to where they were going, he was more than likely going to be the most blue balled man on the planet.

“Uh...we did?” Alice muttered distractedly. Clearly she was trying to pay attention to what Mary was saying, but like the others, at least half of her attention was focused on the hard on that Grant was sporting. “Uh, how do we know that again? About the bond making Master more protective?”

“That’s a good question, Alice!” Mary said, her voice filled with what could only be pleasure at having an attentive audience. “Grant is a great man, always has been, and we all know that. But, part of that has always been that he has tried to work things out. He’s tried to be reasonable and not just straight to hitting someone. When that man touched you though, what did Grant do? He leapt into action and saved you from that creepy jerk. And, since you are still just as rightfully devoted t our Master like every good girl should be, we also learned that attempting to claim a woman who is already claimed is not only not going to work, that it’s going to cause a fight. It’s something we should be careful about going forward.”

As they kept walking, Grant mulled over what Mary had said. The fact that she had spotted a change in his behavior patterns didn’t surprise him at all. It was, after all, something that would be easily spotted by a psychology student. It was, after all, literally her field of study. As he was thinking that, Grant tilted his head. There was something else they had learned that Mary didn’t mention, and the fact that Mary hadn’t mentioned it was strange in and of itself.

“We also learned that, regardless of how terrible a woman is being treated by the man who claims her, she’ll defend him. That lady in there didn’t even try to get away, she started trying to fight us, even though she was clearly unhappy with how he had been treating her.”

The four women around you look at each other, then back at you, a look of confusion on their faces, from subtle with Jessica to outright bafflement on Mary’s face. “Uh, we already knew that, didn’t we? I mean, there is nothing I wouldn’t do to protect you Master. From anyone!” Mary said, and there was nothing but agreement from the others. The sound of the other women agreeing raised the hairs on Grant’s neck. There was no way that the others, who he hadn’t even known for a day, should be as absolutely committed to his safety the way that they were. He was grateful, he wasn’t looking or wanting to be hurt, but the fact that they were just as determined to place themselves between him and any perceived danger already was a little strange. Even with the whole claiming thing, and them all calling him master.

“If you didn’t know how important you are to me…to all of us, I just want to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry we didn’t show you enough that you matter to us, and that you’re the center of our lives. I’m sorry we haven’t been the good girls you deserve, Master!” Mary said, her face stricken as she tried to keep from crying.

“Whoa, Mary, everyone, it’s okay. There isn’t any need to worry about that. I just didn’t know I meant so much to you already. I promise, there is nothing that you need to be sorry for!”

With a sigh, Mary leaned in and kissed him. It was soft and tender, as much a reassurance as it was a promise of more pleasurable things to come later on. One by one, right in front of the police station, Grant kissed and made out with his girls. Thankfully, they had the presence of mind not to grope him in public, but from the sighs and whimpers as each of them stopped kissing him, it was likely a near thing.

Once inside, Grant couldn’t help but smile when he saw the officer at the front desk. Not only were there no additional officers nearby, but the rather busty woman at the desk wore Sergeant stripes, and she looked good. Damn good. There was a no nonsense look at her face, which was going to be absolutely essential in the coming days, but her blond hair and green eyes seemed bewitching. The arousal he was feeling from the kisses and whimpers from the girls outside ratcheted up a notch as he took in her face, and the fact that her vest and uniform shirt did nothing to hide the fact that she could have been a porn star with the amount of blessings she’d been gifted.