12

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 were two wine glasses. "I saw you around, and I must say —"

She flashed him a look. "I'm irresistible."

"Intriguing," He completed. "You have that look on your face. Like you know more than you let on. Like you know you're better than them."

"And what gave you that idea?"

"Because I am as well," He held out a glass. "Drink?"

"You don't really think I'd do so, do you?" She waved a hand towards it. "You could have done something to it."

He laughed. "I think you've mistaken where you are with someplace else. Only a commoner would harm such an important guest." Then he came closer, his voice in a light whisper. "I just think you need a little to drink. To relax. You seem like you need it."

Alex, on a normal day, would never have spoken to anyone like him. She could feel the arrogance flowing out of him in waves and she could tell that underneath the mask he had on, was another one that just wanted someone to fuck with for the night but at the same time, no one had ever outrightly told her she needed to relax.

Of course, Hezekiah had mentioned it, and so did Alex, but not in that terms. Not with alcohol.

So for once, in her life since the Great Depression of Alexandra Parker began, she decided to let go.

And it was fun.

They laughed, and spoke about everything and anything. Not that she could remember what they spoke about but she had bonded with him, whoever he was, and they had made love so many times than she could count that night.

But the next day after she woke, he was gone, and though it hurt, she soon forgot about him.

She had other things to worry about.

Now, after so long, the memory was haunting her. Of course, she should have known. It now made sense why she was so attached to him, why the need to make him hers and punish him was overwhelming.

Paris had hurt her once and her subconscious wanted revenge in some form, to make him pay. That it needed to be wary but keep him close at the same time.

Which just made everything more complicated than she wished.

It was a Friday, but also some sort of holiday as well, meaning Alex could stay home or go over to Marcos' place.

The latter made better sense anyway.

After she was done showering and dressing up, she walked out of the her room and cleaned up the house before heading to her Mother's room.

Normally, she avoided the area when it was a school day but since she was home, she decided there was nothing better than the present.

"Mother?" Alex asked, now pushing open the door. The place was a complete mess, the stink of alcohol and urine all over the place with her Mother sprawled out on the floor.

First, she worried something was wrong and rushed over to her, checking her pulse, but calmed down when she found it, brushing the woman's forehead.

It had been a while since she had physical contact with Adriana, that didn't involve pain. Remembering that there had been a time the woman was quite touchy with her when she was younger and Alex had resented it.

Now....

"Mum," She moved to her body. "We gotta get you clean. Don't move, okay?"

The woman who was out cold made no response as Alex raised her up, managing to carry her and set her body in the bathtub.

After that, she took off her clothes and held up the shower head and poured water over her body. At first, the woman winced at the contact then full blown tried to shield herself away.

"Hey," Alex pushed her hand down so she could spray over her body. "We have to get you clean. Just for today, I promise, after this, I won't do this till next week."

The woman still tried to get away but after a while, sat silently, staring at nothingness while her daughter cleaned her up then dried her before leaving her in the tub so she could clean up the room and change her sheets.

When she was done, she dressed her up and returned her back to the bed, her mother immediately curling away from her as she said, "I won't be home for a while so incase you're hungry— I left some cash for you as well, if you'd want to get out and get something for yourself, you know?"

Adriana didn't pay any attention to her.

Alex stared at her figure for a while then bent down and gave her a hurried kiss on the forehead before heading out.

This time, she decided not to call Marcos and surprise him instead, but when she got to his house and opened the door, hr was standing there as well, looking as if he was heading out.

His hair was now dyed platinum blonde with him wearing a white shirt with puffy sleeves, a waistcoat-looking corset and black pants with gloves in his hands and a coat over his shoulders.

Plus, his makeup was more different than she had ever seen on him. Darker. Alex would have even thought he was experimenting but it was so obvious he had somewhere he had to be.

And the clothes...

They were expensive. And not something he had given her.

"Alex," From the look on his face, she could tell he wasn't expecting her, as wl.

"Were you— Were you heading out?" She asked, folding her arms

Marcos suddenly entered a stuttering fit. "I— I —"

"Tesoro?"

The door widened more and Abuela stood beside her grandson, a giant smile on her face as she tried waving Alex in. "Come in, come in. I just made some paella and gazpacho soup that I'm sure you'd like."

Alex's gaze didn't waver from Marcos. "I think— I think I'd be returning home with Eros. Don't you agree, luna?"

"I —" He looked torn immediately. Staring at her then at his Abuela before nodding and looking at his feet. "Of course,"

"Oh," Abuela looked at him, her face creasing. "But you have somewhere to be —"

"It's fine," He quickly got in then replied something to her hurriedly in Spanish, which ticked Alex off for a few seconds before he faced her and said in English, "Should we?"

On their way back, Alex got a Uber for them, leaving her bike on his yard, and while they drove to her place, looked at his hands. "Where's the ring?"

His face flushed immediately before he quickly shoved his hand into it's pocket and showed to her like a child glad he had done something good, even though the other things he had done was bad. "It's— It's here."

"Why aren't you wearing it?"

Marcos didn't give her an answer. Instead, he just wore it on his index finger then played with it for a while but said nothing else.

As they got to her house, she entered first, going to her room while he followed silently, then sat on her bed, her eyes wandering to Marcos who was now entering with a cautious look in his eyes and eventually chose to stand at the door.

Why was he keeping distance between them?

Alex held out her hands. "Is something wrong, babe?"

Marcos seemed to think for a while before he reached out for her and took it, letting out a relaxed sigh immediately their hands met and settled himself on her laps while he buried his face in her neck. "No. Nothing."

Alex rubbed his back. "Are you sure?"

"It's just—" He seemed to want to suddenly burrow himself inside her skin. "I had somewhere to be. A special delivery of some sort, but it's fine. They don't want it early anyway."

"Special delivery?"

"Yeah. It's something we're trying out, to get more money." Marcos shrugged. "It's nothing big really."

"Is it safe? And if it's important, it's fine, I can let you go —"

"No." He reached out for her neck and placed a kiss under her chin. "I like being here. I feel safest with you."

Alex's hand now intertwined with his, her thumb brushing the ring on his finger as she said, "I knew Paris from before. It explains my attraction to him in a way."

He looked at her. An unsteady look in his brown eyes. "Before— Before me?"

"Yes, I suppose, in a way," She replied softly. "It was a one night stand, anyway."

His face furrowed. "You don't seem like the type,"

"I'm not." She let out a chuckle, brushing the hair from his face. "I suppose I wanted more, eventually."

"Mommy sounds sad," He leaned into her hand, staring at her with round, soft eyes. "Don't sound sad."

"It's fine, I'm glad I remember in a way. Makes me know what I can do with him now."

"Which is?"

"I want to keep him." Alex sighed. "I don't know for how long, but I do want to, Eros."

When Marcos spoke, his voice was little. "He hurt you before,"

"I won't let him do that anymore." She tried to search for an emotion on his face, but he was successfully keeping his cute, innocent, baby one on. "If that's okay with you, is it?"

"Y-Yeah." He let out a relaxed sigh. "Okay."

"Good, so would you be up for playing then?"

In minutes, Alex was left in her tank top and joggers with her hair in a bun while she left her glasses on as well. On his knees, was a blindfolded Marcos who had on his white puppy collar that had a leash attached to it with a white lace bra that had two nipple suction cups peeking out, thong underwear then suspenders connected to white fishnet stockings.

And of course, his white puppy pawcuffs.

One of her hands played with his lips, occasionally slipping a thumb or two into his mouth that he sucked on while the other video called Paris.

After two minutes, he picked.

Alex sighed. "You took your time,"

"I'm sorry. I— I was trying to get this one," She could see on the screen he was wearing the exact replica of what Eros had on, except it was black, he hadn't been collared,no handcuffs and no suction tube. "I can't see you."

"You're not supposed to," Alex replied smugly, standing and motioning for the male at her feet to move to the bed. "You're only supposed to listen and do as I ask. Is that clear?"

"Y-Yes, Mistress."

"Good," Alex set the phone down, her eyes still on him as she moved her fingers on Marcos' body. "Did you see the gifts I sent?"

"Yes, I did."

"What are there?"

His answer was less confident. "A dildo, and l-lube."

"I'm glad they got to you." Alex stated, now playing with the area that the cup sucked in, while Marcos writhed under her hand. "Holmes, you don't have to do this. I want you to understand that I would hold no grudge against you, Eros is more than enough. Infact, he's here. Dressed up as you are and ready to please me."

"Don't do that."

Alex looked at him now. Slapping a lost look on her face. "Do what?"

"Compare." Paris was frowning, but it wasn't his usual frown. It was more of a child that didn't like to be told his elder brother was better type of frown. "Don't compare."

"I'm not, I'm only saying—"

Paris cut her off. "And if he can, then I can as well."

Alex only smiled at him."Alright, Kitten. Would you like that? The name?"

She watched him visibly shudder then nod. "It's— It's fine."

"As I said, Eros is here, but you don't have to worry because he's blindfolded. All you're going to do is hear him as he'd hear you as well. Can you handle that?"

"Y-Yeah, I think so."

"Alright. We're all going to play a game today. I'm going to punish Eros for every crime you've committed and you are going to listen, not touch yourself and do whatever I ask you to do after. And the rule. The first person to cum gets another punishment and the last, gets a reward. Do you understand?"

"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, his heart wanted to jump out of his chest by the way she was touching him that talking seemed like a hard feat. "She's circling her tongue around my n-nipple. Mhm! A-And... Oh God —. Ah!"

"What?" Alex could already hear the blood pulsing in Paris' veins in anticipation. "What— What happened?"

Marcos heard another whimper leave his mouth. "S-She bit me. B-But now she's sucking it gently, playing with it."

"Tell him how it feels,"

"It feels —" He let out another moan when she nibbled on it again. "It feels good. It feels so good."

"Okay, enough talk."

Alex placed her lips on his, her baby's mouth readily letting her feast on him while she circled his cock through his lace underwear, louder muffled moans leaving his lips and she was so sure she wouldn't have moved away from the incubus male till she heard Paris plead out. "Can I touch myself now, Mistress?"

At those words, she shot her head up to the screen and snapped. "Don't you dare,"

"Please," His face was all red now and his cock stood out from the thong he was wearing, the tip glistening with how wet he was from hearing Eros. "I-It hurts,"

"So that's all you care about?" Alex now had her hand around Marcos' neck, squeezing as more moans left the boy's lips and Paris looked like he'd pass out from the sexual pheromones of it all. "Getting off while someone innocent goes through a punishment he doesn't deserve? How completely slutty of you."

Paris closed his eyes for a second then opened them. This time, some clarity had returned as well. "S-Sorry, M-Mistress."

"Good boy," Then she looked down at the male beneath her. "And you, grinding your hips into me shamelessly and letting out all those sounds while someone hears you even though I'm choking you. Bad boy."

Marcos let out a small whimper, like a sad puppy before saying, "I can be good. I promise."

"Turn on all fours, then."

He did as she asked while she took up a tennis looking pad and moved it to his ass. "Have you ever heard of a paddle before, Paris?"

"I-I have."

"Good." She said, "I'm going to hit one of his ass cheeks with every wrongdoing you've done and you're going to listen to him as he begs for forgiveness, and learn."

Paris seemed to want to jump out the phone to her. "You can punish me instead."

"And let you have all the fun?" Alex let out a dark chuckle. "I refuse."

Paris, on the other hand, had been punished by her once. It hurt, but he'd go for it all over again. "I'd behave."

"That's the difference between you too. Eros knows that begging wouldn't change my mind, and trying to even dare do that would piss me off, so he stays quiet. While don't you learn for once from him?"

Paris stayed silent now.

"And you," She stared at the boy who still had his ass out. "Paris is now your colleague so whatever mistakes he makes, would be reflected on you, do you understand?"

"Y-Yes, Mommy."

"This are the punishments. Paris' schoolwork has been dropping and we both know I don't tolerate such. The attitude he displayed in school, and the one he did today. Only three of that, because I feel nice, but I wouldn't be next time. Do you understand?"

Marcos nodded. "Yes."

"Good."

A loud thud rang through the air as Marcos gasped, the feeling emanating through his body while he said in one breath, "I'm sorry for letting my school grades drop."

Another one.

"I'm sorry— I'm sorry for behaving like a naughty boy, Mommy."

Then the last.

Marcos sounded like he was about to choke on his words. Whether from pain or pleasure, Paris didn't know. "I'm sorry for behaving like a bitch today as well." Then he added with a groan. "It hurts, Mommy. You only hit one of it."

"Do you want me to soothe it for you?"

Paris could hear the velvety tone of her voice and imagined himself in Marcos' position. He nearly screamed from the agony of it all.

"Not that one, the other one. That one doesn't hurt."

"I know," he heard her say, "I'd keep touching the one that doesn't while the one that hurts just stays and swells all on its own."

"God," Marcos on the other hand felt like if she didn't touch his hurting ass, he'd faint from the pain, which was just him overreacting but it didn't stop the tears from coming. "Mommy, please."

And Paris heard that voice. The half sobbing, half moaning voice. Not that he was gay, he wasn't, but that sound was doing something to his whole being. "M-Mistress?"

"If you want to beg for him, don't. I want it all hot while I'm fucking and slamming my thighs on it."

Just kill me.

"Jesus."

"And you've been good." Paris' ears pricked. She was talking to him! She was finally looking at him! "Not touching yourself and doing as I've asked, so I can permit you to do that, but you have to follow my directions, do you understand?"

He nodded eagerly. "Yes."

"Take the lube now, and put a good amount on your hand and fingers,"

Paris did as she spoke, and stared back at the screen. "I've done that."

"Sit on the toilet seat and spread open your legs then take two fingers to your hole but don't put it in."

As Alex told that to Paris, she was repeating the same action with Marcos who let out a small moan as she rubbed her fingers around his hole though he didn't make a move to push her in.

"M-Mistress," The voice speaking didn't sound like Paris anymore. It sounded like a small boy. "I'm— I'm scared."

"It's fine, we'd do it together." He heard her say, "We do it with ease, okay? No force. Slowly..."

Paris did as she asked, his whole body tensing as he tried pushing it in but his hole seemed to not want that. "M-Mistress, it's not going —"

"Shh, baby," She called out her softly, and surprisingly it calmed him down. "It's okay, you're doing so good, minx, it's already half way in."

Like magic, he pushed in more, letting out a loud gasp when he was fully in and when Alex spoke, he could hear the smile in her voice. "Good job, Kitten. Now, you have to move. We're going at your pace, okay?"

"No," Marcos said, now wanting to move his hips more. "Faster."

Paris wished he could break the male's head. Making demand after he got his punishment, and was also the one getting fucked. The audacity of it. "Shut up."

"Don't talk to him like that," She scolded but in a gentle tone before brushing Marcos' hair. "Let's be gentle for now. Okay?"

As always, he was the perfect example of obedience. "Okay,"

"I'd move with you." Alex said to him. "In, out. Like that. Don't hide your pretty moans from me beautiful, let it out."

Paris went with her rhythm. There were slight tingles, but it didn't feel like the way it did with her. "It feels different."

"How different?"

He wouldn't dare say it. "Than last time."

"Last time was an eight inch big black cock in your ass and now it's just a finger," She chuckled. "The feelings would clearly vary."

Eight? It was an eight? In his ass? "I want that feeling."

"Getting greed, aren't we?"

Paris shook his head immediately. "N-No! I didn't mean to— I'm sorry."

"You ask, you don't demand, Kitten. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Try again."

"Please, can I —" He swallowed as he said the words. "Can I fuck myself with the gift you brought for me?"

"Me too, Mommy." Marcos was nodding along. "I want you to fuck me too."

"Well, if my boys beg in such polite voices, who am I to say no?" Alex said with a sigh. "Take your fingers out and place the cock at your entrance."

He did as she said while she, on the other side, aligned her dildo to Marcos' ass and said to him. "We go at my count. When I count to 1. Shove it in."

His eyes widened. "Shove —"

"Don't get cold feet, little prince." She said with a small laugh. "It's fine. Even though the little Princess is once again shamelessly humping me."

Marcos only let out a whine but didn't move anymore.

"I— I can't. It's too big."

"More lube, you can use all of it if it'd make you feel better. I'd recompensate for another one but if you can't, don't pressure yourself. Okay, Kitten?"

"O-Okay."

He poured more lube into his hole and then the dildo before saying, "Ready,"

"Three,"

At that instant, his brain restarted, making him realize that he had basketball practice and if he had too much fun, he'd definitely regret it.

"Two,"

And then it went radio silent again.

"One."

Paris shoved it in, his whole body screaming at the burn from it while he heard Marcos let out cries as well, but Alex's voice went out to calm them. "It's okay, beautiful. You're doing so well having all of Mommy's cock inside you and still looking so eatable while doing it. Just relax"

He let out a moan and did as she asked. His walls now stretching to accommodate it more as she said, "Now, move. At my speed. In. Out. In out. Like that, till you find the spot."

Paris remembered what the spot was and began to push in deeper, his legs nearly giving out when he did find it and press down, causing a rush of pleasure to flow through his whole being.

"Remember the rule of the game, little one. Last person to cum would get rewarded by me and the first would be punished," He froze.

"Keep moving it as you were," Alex said, "I didn't tell you to stop."

Paris was so close to crying. "If I keep going at this rate, I'm g-going to cum, Mommy."

Alex laughed and looked down at the male under her. "Well, I guess I have to speed up with the one here too."

She thrusted deeper into Eros who cried out again, his body setting on fire at the constant way she kept hitting him before he felt her pull him up by his leash, arching his back so she could get a better angle.

He could barely think anymore. He already felt so full and she—

She kept hitting him directly on his prostate!

On purpose!

"M-Mommy, oh— Oh, God. J-Jesus, I can't— Stop, I'd c-cum —" Tears were forming in his eyes and they rolled down as his cock let out more precum. "Too... g-good. Too good."

"Shh," Alex said as she picked up a remote. "He'd be joining you soon."

As soon as she pressed it, Paris who had been fucking himself as fast as he could nearly cummed when it began to vibrate inside him.

A vibrator?!

She gave him a vibrator?!

Alex didn't slow down. "Don't stop, Kitten. I'm watching you, keep going."

It wasn't like he could stop. His hands were now his master, trying to keep up with the sounds of her skin slapping on Eros who was making the loudest cries and moans while the fact he was hitting his place and sending vibrations all through his body nearly made him run mad.

Together, both males tried to hold their sanity. Their toes curled and their holes were being plundered in a way that would only stop if one cum.

But none wanted to lose.

That was until Alex reached out to Marcos' cock and began pumping it. "No! M-Mommy, S-Stop! I can't. I can't —Nggh!"

Like an animal responding to it's owner, his cock responded to it's master, letting Marcos cum after a few strokes while Paris followed suit immediately after.

As soon as he was done from his high, he took out the dildo, though his body still felt like he was still being electrocuted with more waves of orgasm and stared at his cum stained chest before he looked back up and realized Alex had turned the camera on for him to see her.

"You look breathtaking when you cum to me, Kitten."

Paris didn't understand why his heart did what it did as she said those words but he managed to give a reply out from his parched throat. "M-Mistress, thank you."

"You're welcome. Clean yourself up and eeat, you'd be getting your reward by tomorrow. I have someone to punish at the moment."

"Okay," For a second, he felt sad that he wouldn't be the one she was punishing, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Right? "B-bye."

Alex hung up and turned to the other male on her bed. "And for you —"

Cold lips jammed on hers now. The smell of sweat and yet, the usual cookies sizzling her senses as Marcos kept his arms around her neck and kissed her like his life depended on it.

When he pulled away, there was a pout on his face. "You cheated,"

"I wasn't going to let you win, baby boy." She said, "Paris deserves to be rewarded, and you deserve to be punished for a change. Think of it as sacrificing for a dear friend.

"Well then," Marcos only laid back down and said in his usual small, soft voice. "You have all the time in the world to make my sacrifice worth it."

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A/N: This chapter had no business being this long and it hurt to write so you guys better enjoy it or I'd come to your dreams and shove lollipops down your throat. Not. Maybe. Don't tempt me, though.

By the way, the Watty's submission has begun and I'm going to submit two of my works. Not that I think I'd win, but crossed fingers, guys!