Paris woke to the sound of his phone ringing.At first, he was pissed. Of course he had every right to. Sleeping was something he cherished more than anything, but when he saw who it was, the emotions drove away to something more of surprise, causing him to sit up quickly.Parker 😡.Why was she calling him? She never called him. Barely ever replied his texts even. Did he do something? Had he? Subconsciously? He was such a dick that he wouldn't put it past himself.Or was she... Was she calling to end things?No, no, he wouldn't even take that shit. She had literally put him in a spot. He couldn't back out now.But what if he didn't pick and got himself in trouble?Fuck, dude, it's just a call! Stop being a sissy!Before it could go off, he pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear, coughing a little to make himself sound a bit tougher though it eventually came out in a small voice, "Hello?"Paris' eyes widened. What the fuck was that?! That wasn't his voice!He waited fo
Marcos walked in first, before Paris followed. Every single thing there looked expensive, which wasn't a big deal for him, but they weren't in a normal clothes section.It was a lingerie section. Not just with underwear and corsets and revealing clothes. He could clearly see the whip, gags, ropes, handcuffs, dildos hanging in different places.It was a BDSM lingerie section.He turned to Marcos now, who was still scrolling through his phone, like it didn't matter where they were, which in that moment made Paris lose his patience and swipe it from his hand."Hey!" The look on his face was furious, which was almost comical for Paris considering he looked too cute to be taken serious. Like an angry puppy that could just yip at your heels. "Give me back my phone.""This is obviously the reason you're acting like there's a stick in your ass," He said, putting it in his pocket. "So I'd be holding unto it for a while."Marcos stared at him like he couldn't believe he'd do that. "You can't do
Marcos couldn't breathe.Julian's meaty hand was on his mouth, and nose, making it impossible for him to while his huge body pressed him down as he kept shoving himself inside him.And he hadn't even used lube!More tears poured out of his eyes as pain racked through his whole body. He was sure he would bleed, and he couldn't talk anymore since he had spend most of his time screaming."You like it, don't you?" Julian's voice slithered in his ear, making more disgust climb through his whole being. "Fuck, you feel so good."You'd get your revenge, Marcos. Just try to stay still.More sobs escaped his lips as he heard the bastard's moans increase before he fastened his pace, and cummed, inside him.Marcos thought he'd pass out when he felt the wetness pooling before Julian rolled off his body, letting out a relieved sigh and the next second, was out like a lightbulb.He tried sitting up, his body seeming to crack like glass the more he moved then looked down at his body. There was bruis
Marcos sat on his bed now, pulling his legs together as he stared at the door. Alex made him feel better. Always made him feel better. So she didn't deserve him being sad.No, he wasn't going to ruin it for her. He was going to stay happy and play with her. Just like they always did.Once though, she did come out and ask, "Bubbles, baby?"His eyes lit up and he nodded hurriedly.She chuckled and went back in. As she returned, she held him by the hand and took him to his bathroom, folding her hands and staring at him. "Take off your clothes and get in,"Marcos obliged, or was about to when he realized there was a mark on his stomach he wasn't supposed to have and pulled the shirt down his thighs, shaking his head.Alex raised an eyebrow. "What?""Shy."An incredulous look appeared on her face but she sighed, facepalming. "Aiit. There you go,""Nu. Tuwn,""Jeez," She turned around. "Done? Happy? Not like I haven't seen you a million times but okay."His cheeks began to heat up but he ig
Paris didn't sleep that night.Perhaps, he half expected she'd want to call him and ask for an explanation but he knew by now that she'd not even bother to hear his side.Besides, Hermes?Hermes was the god of trickery. It sounded like she already knew he didn't exactly have the best intentions in the beginning but he didn't think she'd just let him go so easily.Sunday passed and he didn't get a call or text.Monday for him was practically busy, considering how his teammates suddenly became friendly all over again, sending him thumbs up whenever they could and pats on his back that both irritated and frustrated him at the same time.Eventually, when the competition with the other school began, he fucked up the first half. Wrong passes, horrible shots, half assed dribbles.They were already behind fifty points."Holmes," His Coach looked liked he was ready to explode with how red his face was. "Is there something wrong? Mommy and Daddy problems perhaps?"Paris felt like punching him.
Paris tried to ignore the fact his cheeks were hitting up as he stared at her now. She had on thigh high black stockings, a big blue and black checkered shirt with her hair in her signature bun, except the braids were gone and it was her natural hair looking like a rabbit tail on her head while she let some strands dance around her face.And some makeup.She looked completely the same, and yet she managed to take his breath every single time. "Have you seen my phone? I can't find it,""Oh," He walked to her and placed it in her hand. "Here."He waited for her to ask what he was doing with it but she said nothing, pocketing the device before looking at him. "Would you like to go to a party, Hermes?""A party?"She nodded."I—" There was only one party she could be talking about, and with the way she was acting so calm, he wasn't sure he should go anywhere with her. "Well, you see, my Father doesn't like me going out much —""Its alright, he won't say no."He stared at her. "You do not
Alex woke first.The first thing she felt were the arms around her, keeping her pressed to a chest. Her head hurting until she remembered where she was.What happened last night.Sighing, she took his hands off her body carefully before sitting up and looking at him. Her eyes counting the freckles on his face and chuckling when she realized how stupid it was.Alex let her hand move to his hair. It was soft, and not as wavy as Marcos', but it tickled her fingers. Made her... Relax.Last night, after she brought him back home, she had wanted to leave. She still couldn't leave Adriana alone. It was one rule she wouldn't ever break, and even if she tried, Marcos wouldn't let her.Yet, she knew Paris had no idea about her Mother and had promised him that she'd talk to his Father, so she did.When she was sure he was asleep, she slipped out the room and walked to Sebastian's study. It had been late, but she knew he'd still be seated, waiting for her.She had sent a maid to him before she me
An hour later, Alex pushed an Elise in her wheelchair, both laughing loudly at something before they spotted Paris who looked unhinged as he walked around the grounds.Elise saw him first, waving. "Paris!"He turned first, the panic in his eyes giving way to relief as he jogged to them. "What the actual fuck? Two of you going fucking missing at the same time. I thought Dad had—" Then he paused. "Where have you been?""Garden," Elise giggled. She had on a blue sun dress with her hair braided. There was also some hint of make-up on her face. Paris could swear she looked livelier than he had ever seen her. "Alex is allergic to flowers!""Mrs Holmes," Alex said, laughing now. "It's supposed to be our secret.""But I told you he's allergic to cats even though you call him Kitten,""That too, was a secret."Elise giggled this time, a hand over her mouth. "Sorry."She did not look sorry.Paris' face had morphed to that of confusion as he stared at his Mother before he got closer, sniffing th