18

There's nothing holding me back- Shawn Mendes

~

Abuela loved Elise, for some reason. Perhaps it was the way his Mother stared at her, awed at how much she cooked. Or how the older woman treated Marcos. Whatever it was, they had bonded.

Which meant she eventually loved Paris as well.

They had all spent that Tuesday evening laughing at Marcos' baby pictures. His mother adding quite embarrassing things about him, before Maria Gomez came in.

It didn't take much for him to know the woman wasn't comfortable with Alex, even though she seemed to adore him, but unlike the Alex he knew, she didn't seem to mind, acting oblivious to it.

They spent their weeks that way. Paris driving Elise over to stay with Abuela, all three of them holed up in Marcos' room with Paris reading, and both of them listening quietly.

There were times of course, when Alex stayed with Marcos. This times, Paris noticed, were more than his, but he understood that the other male needed a lot of attention. Besides, whenever Alex gave her attention to him, he enjoyed it.

She tutored him on things he'd never have admitted to not knowing before. They both argued on subjects they knew no one would dare talk about with them. And she never failed to put him in his place when she knew he was acting like a brat.

But their sexual life was practically non existent.

Ever since that night, that he said he'd chosen her, she had not made one move on him. He didn't even need a soothsayer to tell him Marcos got fucked frequently. Bastard always liked to talk about it, but she didn't bring it up with him.

As if she wanted him to make the first move.

And it was clear, that Paris would rather die, than admit he wanted to be fucked in the ass.

The sound of his phone vibrating made him groan loud before he held it up, staring at the time.

"5 am?" He asked, voice gruff then let out a curse as he did so before he realized who was calling.

Marcos.

Marcos wanted to video call.

He ended it, shoving the phone under his pillow and laid back before it began ringing again. Jesus, how could he forget? The little demon had suddenly grown immune to Paris' anger.

It was like the more he tried to shoo him away, the closer he got.

Swiftly, he sat, pressing the answer button and snapping, "What?!"

On the screen was a Marcos in a pink shirt with rainbows all over while he held a cake with his left hand, screaming, "Happy birthday!"

Paris stared, now looking at the date as he sat up. Oh, right. It was his birthday. So? "Don't you think it's too early to try making my life miserable?"

Marcos smiled at him. "Abuela and Elise made it yesterday. And it tastes really nice—"

Paris' eyes slanted now. "You ate my cake?"

"Smudged it. A little," Marcos said with a small tilt of his head. "It's fine. You won't notice. Abuela would cover it up." Then he set the cake on the desk next to his bed and peered at Paris. "You look like a ruffled chicken when you wake up,"

"Okay, that's it." Paris snarled, "I'm hanging up. This is why you fucking have zero friends. Thinking because you look 'oh, so perfect' with your pretty eyes, and nose, and skin. You can just hate on us, uncute mortals."

"Did you just admit that I'm cute and you're ugly?"

"Die," Paris said with as much venom as he could muster before hanging up and laying back down on his bed, returning back to his dreamless sleep.

The next time he was awake, he saw messages from the male, which he read and ignored, but out of habit, some bad inane habit, he checked Alex's.

Nothing.

Of course, birthdays weren't really important. Only children celebrated them. He didn't need such things.

He changed into a white turtleneck sweater, black leather jacket and pants before heading down for breakfast. For the first time since his Father's talk with Alex, he was now on the table with him.

Sebastian's blond hair now had streaks of white, and it was clear whatever he was doing exhausted him. Paris wanted to ask, but the moment that thought came up, he pushed it down.

It was none of his business.

"I hear your grades are better,"

Paris said nothing. He knew what words were coming after. They were better, but not enough. That his so called arch nemesis had brought him back home half asleep once. That he was probably the weakest thing since slugs.

"Good."

He froze now, his fork stopping midway before turning to his Father. Sebastian didn't bother to look at him, and those were the last words till he was done eating and left the house.

"It's fucking weird," Paris said.

It was recess now, and since he didn't exactly have anywhere else to sit, the pretty Spanish boy was his only option.

"That he complimented your school work?" Marcos asked. He had on a large turtle neck sweater as well with ragged jeans and converse sneakers, the butterfly clips still in place and the crescent ring on his index finger.

"Exactly," Paris noted, before looking at Marcos. "Where's Ace?"

He shrugged, putting a spoon of pudding into his mouth. "Called in sick."

Paris rose an eyebrow. "Then how'd you get here?"

"Bike," Marcos said with another shrug.

"Anyone who trusts you with anything is really stupid," Paris said, even though the first day he had seen the full extent of Marcos' hacking and gaming skills (which Paris lost five times) caused him to ignore him for three days.

Plus, Paris had asked him if he could pick him up from school. For two reasons, there was no reason for him to get on a motorcycle with a guy, who also, had an IQ of 190 (but was only smart with bikes. Jesus) and Alex could ride with them.

The asshole chose Danvers.

"Maybe it's a birthday thing," Marcos said. "Talking about birthdays, how are you holding up?"

Paris sent him a look. "Excuse me?"

"You know," Marcos did a small nudge with his head. "They usually hold a birthday for you, or they did last year. You— You don't miss that?'

"No." But it was clear with the way he replied quickly that it was a lie. Of course, he liked people staring at him. Adoring him. But that life was past now after he punched someone for bringing up Alex's name once.

He was practically a loner now.

"I know it doesn't really mean much, but we really baked a cake," Marcos said, voice small. "Elise, Abuela and I. It'd be— It'd be nice if you'd come after school and celebrate with us."

Paris wasn't a nice person. He knew that, but he couldn't help it when he asked, "And Alex?"

Genuine confusion showed on Marcos' face at the question. "She hasn't texted you yet?"

No. And it hurt. Paris knew she'd have done same for Marcos. Probably made a big deal about it, and he knew he was supposed to be understanding. Marcos was there first, he knew that, but no one could blame him if he wanted a little bit of her attention.

Or a lot of it.

"Doesn't matter," He answered. "And sure, I'd join you guys."

"I'm sure —"

"Don't give dumb excuses," Paris said, because he knew whatever the male said would be believed.

Alex had stopped joining them in class for a while, but he couldn't help it when he looked back or checking his phone, and then a few times, he'd take bathroom breaks and head to her hall area, standing at the door to her class, but never entering.

After school, he headed to Marcos' place, meeting his Mother, Elise, and Abuela singing a Spanish birthday song they both made for him. It was horrible. And watch Marcos dance for him in a red flowery skirt with Maria, both of them laughing and twirling around happily.

He didn't say it out loud, but he knew it was the first real birthday he was ever having. No alcohol. Loud music. Sitting at a dinner table and wishing he didn't exist.

Paris was with a family. His family. For the first time.

Still, he wanted her.

It made no sense.

Elise had been exhausted after everything and he had helped clean her up and returned to the bed, a new maid bringing her some tea before he returned to his room, picking the new book on his desk.

A Folk of the air serie.

Not his type of books but Alex kept saying Marcos wanted Paris to read it so he got it.

Fuck. He was craving her now. He was wishing he had something to use calm himself down. In the past, he'd take in the smell of her pink hoodie but it was gone now and he still had it folded and hidden somewhere in his closet.

He turned to the time on his watch.

9:00.

Three hours left before his birthday was over.

Sighing, he turned back to the book, ready to look through it before a message popped up. In a flash, he was holding his phone, reading the words on the screen over and over.

momitch

Come out.

And bring your collar with you.

Paris did as she asked and in a few seconds, was outside his house.

Alex stood, resting on the bonnet of his car. Her full hair stayed around her face wildly, giving the grin on her face a dangerous and yet sensual look. "Kitten,"

He fought the urge to submit at those words as he said, trying to act angry and not sad that she had not even given him her attention. "Where have you been?"

"How upset are you?" She asked. "Because it wouldn't be fun if you aren't,"

She was playing a game with him.

Of course, she was trying to piss him off. That wasn't new. They were always trying to push each other off their throne seats every second, but today was different.

He didn't need that today. "I'm mad. Very mad."

"Good,"

"It's not funny," He started. His heart was pulsing now as he got closer. "I kept hoping you'd appear at my side like some idiot."

"But you are," Alex said, grin still on her face. "An idiot that is."

Her name came out of his lips like a broken plea. "Alexandra,"

"Kitten," She reached out for him now, pulling him closer. Her hands made him want to melt into her skin. "I was kidding. People in a relationship do that. Here," In her right hand was a white rose.

He stared at it before looking up at her. "Why the fuck are you holding that? You know you're allergic."

"I know," She said, a smile still on her face. "There's a reason why we haven't sex in a while. My body wasn't— The prettiest sight."

"What—"

"Take it. My hand itches,"

Paris snatched it from her hand. "Why the fuck do you have it?"

"Because your Mom said you always liked white roses," She said, giving some slight rubs to her arm. "And I thought it'd be useless if I got it from a shop, so Elise and I have been taking care of a rosebush. It's fucking hard work. Gardening. Do you have any idea?"

"Alex—"

"Oh, and I have something else."

She stuck her hands into her palazzo pants pocket and brought out something that made his whole world pause. "This doesn't exactly have any value either, but I'd like to also make you realize I suck at origami."

In her hands was a kitten shaped origami piece.

"Whenever you want, you can take a walk in the garden and have roses," Then she rose the piece to his face. "Or you can look at this cute thing that you can never have in real life and play with it."

"And your allergies?" His voice was small as he spoke. Emotions were swelling around his chest as he did so, and the moment he looked at her hands, he nearly choked. "Paper cuts?"

"It itches but not as badly. Plus, as I said, I sucked at it. Had to keep redoing it all day. One reason I couldn't send a message," She said, eyes studying his face. "You don't like it, do you? I told Elise but she said the little things always ma—"

He kissed her.

His body pressed her to the car, his hand raising her leg to his waist while his lips tried to convey the words he couldn't tell her.

Every move of her lips on his seemed to set fireworks on his body, burning him as he felt her hands wrap around his neck and pull him closer.

Paris pulled away first. Small breaths left his lips as he rested his forehead on hers. It felt like electricity still sizzled between both of them from being this close. "Thank you,"

"For what?"

"This," He said, moving away now. "Even though it's clear you're a horrible gift giver."

"Oh?" She said, another grin appearing on her lips, his car keys now in her hands as she wiggled it. "You know this isn't all, right?"

"There's more?"

"Of course," Her grin widened. "But not to worry, Hermes. Eros would be there as well."

~

"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 sexual energy radiating all around.

And Paris had been right, except it wasn't any club.

It was a BDSM club.

"It's not that bad," Marcos said even though he was holding unto Paris' hand like he was ready to bolt if someone as much as looked at him the wrong way.

In every corner, there was someone being fucked, fucking, or grovelling over someone. Some completely naked and others wearing collars connected to leashes with dog masks and ball gags in their mouth.

It was all of his fantasies and nightmares in one.

Alex walked ahead, brushing through the crowd like she had done it many times before. With a confidence that he wasn't too surprised she had, and he'd be lying if he said he couldn't feel the eyes on her. Following every single move.

"Just stay behind me," She had said earlier. "No one would touch you with your collars on."

Fine, but someone could touch her.

"Alex!"

Paris' eyebrows rose at the voice as the person walked to her now.

Alexander Parker stood in front of them now, blonde hair dancing all over his face wearing a white translucent shirt tucked into black trousers, black hand gloves and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "He lasted. How odd, and Bunny!"

All of a sudden, the white haired male was pulled into his chest, an action that made Paris want to rip him back to his side but didn't when he found out the idiot was laughing. "Xander,"

"He's not a toy, Alex." Her voice, once again was dull. "Don't squeeze him that way, and why are you here? You're married now. You have kids now,"

Xander let go of Marcos, though he kept an arm around the males shoulder as he pouted at Alex. "I know, but sometimes, I feel like being wild. You know? Kiah can take care of them."

"You're thirty three. You had your time,"

"Exactly. Just thirty three. I still have more."

Paris stared at them both now. At the beginning, he had believed they had a strained relationship because of she always brushed him off, but now that he looked at it, there was nothing strained about it.

They acted like a typical Father and Daughter would.

Alex suddenly pulled him to her side, voice now holding some sort of emotion. "It's Paris' birthday,"

"Oh," Xander's eyes lingered on him now. "And he's collared. Well, that was fast too. What are we popping? His cherry? Bet that's gone. Are we doing the same thing we did for little bunny last year?"

Marcos' face, even through the low lighting of the room, looked red as he tried to look away. "We promised not to talk about it anymore,"

"It's fine. No shame here,"

Paris took that as an opportunity to speak. "What happened?"

"We did a little of exhibitionism," Alex replied.

"A little?" Xander laughed, pinching at Marcos' cheeks. "Bunny handpicked five people he wanted to fuck him, while everyone watched. Everyone,"

Paris turned to the male then back to Alex. He wasn't exactly... Disgusted, but the fact Marcos liked something like that... Even with all his rainbows and shit, he was a little crazy. "And you let that happen?"

"It was his birthday," She answered with a small shrug before turning to Marcos, smirking at him. "Plus, I was the fifth person, and I proved I was the only one who could fuck him best. Didn't I, princess?"

Marcos' cheeks looked like he would explode anytime soon but he nodded and said in a voice Paris could swear he made cute on purpose. "Y-Yes, Mommy,"

"I'm not into that," Paris said, shaking his head. "I'm not being— Being watched."

"I know that, Hermes," She didn't sound upset. Instead, she sounded like she had never imagined the thought of sharing at him. "I have things to do. Alex, would you take them to the room?"

Xander did a mock bow. "Whatever my Queen decides,"

Before Paris could ask where she was going, she had merged into the crowds, leaving him with a man who looked like he wanted to swallow him up and a boy he thought was all pure and sweet but was possibly insane. "Come on. Let's not make Dominatrix Alex wait,"

As they walked, Paris noticed that Alexander had a tattoo on his back. A solar system in a linear form. It looked completely odd. The shapes and circles all around it, but he didn't bother asking because Xander, unlike everyone he had met, was excited to talk about his version of Alex.

He said as consent was a big deal in BDSM, no one lower than the age of 21 there but Alex was different because she got in there at 15.

"She was always so mature but so young," He said, voice excited, but it was obvious that he cared about Alex somewhat as he spoke. "But of course, I had no choice. It was either me taking her, or her falling in the hands of someone worse and Alex at the time was a chaotic devil. I swear. Trained her myself so she wouldn't be out of my sight Most people have to be Submissive first, then Dominants after, but Alex was definitely not a Switch. A born Dominatrix. A rarity, Holmes."

"Anyway, we needed people so what'd I do? I got her people she could train with. All she wanted at the time were girls. Bunny's the first boy she ever took, and the last for a long time, before you."

He said the last part like it irritated him to.

"She's practically Allure royalty," Xander said. There were standing in front of a door with see through glass walls. "Being my descendant and of course, being so naturally good at it. I've gotten so many requests for her, but she's been dedicated to only Bunny, again, until you."

Paris could swear Xander was completed disappointed she chose him.

"Here we are."

As he opened it, Marcos walked in first before Paris did. The lighting in the room was a deep shade of red, giving it a dark yet satisfying feel to it. There were two chairs with a double king size bed that had red ropes, two tail vibrators, blindfolds, kitten and dog ear headband and a urethral sound.

"You can't see pass the glass but there are others who are currently watching you from other rooms through it. Need not to fear though, they know better than bringing this up again," Xander stated, as if he had seen the look of panic on Paris' face.  "Alex wants you both naked and ready to play a game with her in five minutes."

Marcos stared at the male, grabbing the edge of his sweater. "What game?"

"I have no idea. That's what makes her so fun. Oh, and by the way, I wish you lose. I'd like to see how she'd break you," Alexander said, except he was talking to Paris this time with a dark smile on his face.

~

This chapter was supposed to be ONE but sex scenes are ridiculously long so I had to cut it short.

I'm sorry for my updates being slower, I got this other writing job and I won't bore you with the details, but I apologize.