Eventually, Paris' anger gave way to just complete depression, again. He needed to see her and he knew staying any longer in that detention class with his Father up his ass would just make shit worse so he returned to his usually charming self during it, the love of his teacher's for him now returning as she made him promise to keep being the good boy he was and let him go an hour before he was supposed to be.As he walked out, the whole school was empty, meaning he was already quite late and she was probably gone, meaning he had to carry his tired, grumpy and low spirited ass to his Father.His head hurt.Though the pain, and the world, both seemed to stop when he spotted her in the parking lot.Alex backed him some feet away, crouched to the floor beside her bicycle while her braids acted like a curtain around her face, hiding it.Though he couldn't see her, he could tell she was obviously upset but whoever she was speaking to her phone because she was being really loud. "So you rea

Alex, in time, had grown to listen to her gut. It was a rare instinctual feeling, but it didn't mean that it wasn't always there.For example, one of this feelings, were to ignore Paris. No matter how many times he begged her to talk to him. No matter how many times he strived for her attention, even if she wanted to rip him apart and fuck him till he hated her.She had played this game before with others, and she would play it again.Currently, another thing that she knew she should have done, was stay the night with Marcos. He was her peace, her safe place. But Alex also knew she'd hate herself for leaving her Mother all alone in their house, without her being there.So she returned home.And regretted it the morning she woke up.She had slept well, something that rarely ever happened, and in the good mood she was in, decided to wear a knit off shoulder large sweater with a skirt and thigh high white socks that had a ribbon on the top.She even packed her hair in two, adding some m

Paris did a double take. "What?""He was just pissing her off because he could!" Ace continued, now excited. "And he was also literally the most homophobic person ever. You hold nothing on him. Truthfully.""Why did anyone believe that? It could have been dumped there on purpose." Paris said."There were also receipts. His name. Plus, he wasn't a good actor. At least, for that day." Ace said with a shrug. "Then the bullying started. He'd see notes like Liar, Hypocrite and shit in his locker. Get beaten up by his mates. Not like they are anti LGBT here, just the whole drama, you know? So Julian killed himself.""What?""Yeah, no one saw it coming. Think it kinda put everyone off for a while, but that's when the popular kids got mad at us for it. Like we didn't do anything! And we weren't exactly sorry about it, but the hell!" Ace said, pulling Marcos took his side. "I mean, he took more hits than imaginable. You'd never be seated here with us if you knew how many people stripped him na

The next day after Marcos had slept and woken, he had felt everything had been a dream, probably all made in his jumbled head, but when he got to school and heard what Ace said, he got to that same class. And there she was. "Did you— Did you do that?" "Do what?" "Make them stop— Hurting me," She stared at him like he was extremely retarded. "I promised no one would hurt you. Even if you refused to be mine, and I meant it. I'm not a liar, Eros. Lying is the one thing I can't do." That name again... Of course, he agreed eventually, and he met Alexander 'Xander' Gomez, who was ecstatic to see him. Their trainings were... Both a mixture of pain and pleasure and though she promised never to hurt him, there were times during it that she had to, for his own good, but she always asked for his consent regardless. And there were other times that she hurt him, without meaning to. For example, when he couldn't be with her when she wanted, or demanded for him. When he refused to take her g

"Yes, Mistress.""But first," Alex looked down at the male who was staring at her with a starry look in his eyes. "I'd like to play with my baby first before I punish him. By the way, did I tell you what were on his nipples?"Paris seemed to take in small breaths before he replied in the negative."Nipple suction cups," Alex replied slowly, popping them off. As she did so, Marcos let out small hisses. "Which has made the little pup's nipples all swollen and erect that when I touch it —"She did so and his reaction was immediate, his body arching to get her to touch him more. "Ah!"Alex smiled. "He's super sensitive there.""Fuck,"She frowned. "No cursing.""S-Sorry. M-Mistress."She hummed in response now, bending down to Marcos' chest and circling her tongue around his areola.Immediately, he gasped.Paris seemed to latch until the sound. "M-Mistress? W-What's going on?"Alex bent to his ear and whispered only for him to hear. "Tell him baby,""She— " Marcos swallowed. Currently, hi