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 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 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

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

"Wow. She is a horrible gift giver,"Alex's driving abilities were topnotch, though it didn't surprise him too much, and she'd been right because they had gotten Marcos who also had his collar on.It was the opposite of his. White, with the word 'PUPPY' and a dog bone tab dangling from it that had the word 'Eros' on it.When he had noticed Paris', his eyes widened, "I like his!"Alex had ruffled his hair and said in a gentle tone, "Puppies don't share the same collars with Kittens, darling."He pouted, and Paris couldn't help it when he stuck out a tongue, at him which Marcos did in return and got a hit on his head by Alex for being 'mean'.That made Paris smile.Now, she drove them to Allure, and once again, they walked in, the receptionist there now a man who acted like Alex was an idol of his for some reason before sending them off to the elevator.This time anyway, they had headed down, instead of up, reaching a place that looked like an underground club, with the dark lights and