The day Maria Gomez had a child, she had been glad, but she hadn't expected it to be a boy, considering how the doctor did an ultrasound and told her it was a girl.Nevertheless, Luciano, her husband, had been happy about it. He had lost a brother once so having a boy felt like he could make up for all the time that he didn't have with him.Still, they had prepared for a girl so all the clothes and belongings were marked for one but Maria didn't mind.So Mariposa Gomez became Marcos Gomez.As a baby, he was lovely. Always so happy, and excited. Plus, he was the prettiest baby anyone ever laid their eyes on, but as time grew, it became more and more evident to the couple that their son... Wasn't exact what they thought he'd be.Luciano tried to get him interested in the art of soccer, or football, or any sort of ball but the only thing Marcos seemed interested in that seemed boyish enough, were games.Video games, which Luciano could never beat him at, no matter what.Still, they loved
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
Everywhere on her hurt. Her feet from how she had walked through the whole floor, her arms from how many people had tried getting ahold of her, her fingers from how many times someone had a request and her brain from trying to keep up with their senseless conversations.But Alex knew she had to do it. For the sake of her sanity, and her conscience as well.Now, she stood outside, away from the blaring lights, while she stared at the sky from the balcony. There was something about the moon that night. Something about it that made her want to keep it to herself."Et lux in tenebris lucet.""What?""It means, 'and light shines in darkness'." The male who had spoken was now in front of her. As custom for the night, he was wearing a mask just like they all were, and yet, through the light she could see the fire in his eyes.It made a rumble start in her stomach."Is that a new pick up line?"He grinned as he reached her. "I just thought you'd appreciate the arts like I do." In his hands we
"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
Alex stared at the sleeping figure of the male beside her. His habit in curling around her was nearly amusing but she couldn't help the way she felt as she looked at him.Marcos was intoxicating. She doubted she told him enough, and she always feared that she didn't. The idea that he'd one day think she never did love him destroyed her.There was already one person that she had disappointed, and she didn't want to do that to him.At that thought, her head throbbed. Flashes of the past circling around her and thoughts that she managed to bury when she read appearing again."Read! You know it's important! If you don't, you know we'd lose everything!""You don't need anyone but your family, Alexandra. So stop looking outside your window. If you're not done with that work, you're not going anywhere.""One more book, Alex? One more, just to be sure?""Read! Stop dawdling. READ!""You know we need this money. Your Father's a failure and all you have going for you is your brain, so this scho
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