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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      F/F, M/M, F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Isaac_Lahey/Scott_McCall, featured_couples, Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski,
      Danny_Mahealani/Jackson_Whittemore, Matt_Daehler/Isaac_Lahey, Chris
      Argent/Peter_Hale, Allison_Argent/Lydia_Martin, Alan_Deaton/Melissa
      McCall
  Character:
      Isaac_Lahey, Scott_McCall, Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Danny_Mahealani,
      Jackson_Whittemore, Matt_Daehler, Chris_Argent, Peter_Hale, Allison
      Argent, Lydia_Martin, Gerard_Argent, Vernon_Boyd, Erica_Reyes, Melissa
      McCall, Alan_Deaton, Sheriff_Stilinski, Victoria_Argent, Ms._Morrell_
      (Teen_Wolf), Adrian_Harris, Original_Male_Character, Greenberg_(Teen
      Wolf)
  Additional Tags:
      Past_Abuse, Past_Relationship(s), Rape, Past_Rape, Dom/sub, Alternate
      Universe_-_BDSM, Barebacking, Disciplinary_Spanking, Spanking_Kink,
      Flashbacks, Slow_Build, sub!Isaac, Dom!Scott, Underage_Sex, Alternate
      Universe_-_Canon, kinda_sorta, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, Rimming, Orgasm
      Delay/Denial, Multiple_Orgasms, Rough_Sex, Whips, Strappado, Triggers,
      Switching, (as_in_being_a_switch), Collars, Kidnapping
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-08 Completed: 2013-01-27 Chapters: 13/13 Words: 27350
****** Catch and Release ******
by torichavonne
Summary
     After an abusive past with his father and Matt, Isaac goes for his
     first long term contract in years. His Dom is the son of the high-
     powered sub, Melissa McCall.
     He wants to love Scott, but all he's ever gotten in return is pain
     and hurt.
     (I don't own Teen Wolf.)
Notes
     Alright, now I've done it again. I promised myself that I wouldn't
     start writing anymore stories until I got at least one of the others
     done. Oh, but I'm a creative and stubborn person. And I regret
     nothing!
     Anyway, this is in fact my first time writing anything involving BDSM
     and I'm doing my research. I want to be as accurate as I can. Enjoy!
***** Pardon Me *****
“Excuse me,” Isaac says. His mouth is wide open and his heart is beating fast.
  His ears are flushed red, his body in a shiver, and his stomach doing back
flips and somersaults. His head was a bit foggy from his last job and he wasn’t
  really sure that he heard everything right. “Can you please repeat that? I
  think I had something in my ears.” Erica rolled her eyes and he heard Peter
                                    snort.
“She said that you were going to be doing a long term gig,” Peter repeats. He
was holding Isaac’s advance check, but refused to give it to him until he
agreed. The kid was now a man. Peter had discovered him one night, bruised and
broken. He was hiding in an alley from his fuming, controlling father and he
was hoping that if his dad didn't kill him, let hypothermia get to his ass
first. Peter just happened to come from a long night of work and took him in.
It’s been over four years and Isaac was now working with him, Stiles Stilinski,
Erica Reyes, Jackson Whittemore, and Allison Argent.  Danny and Boyd were the
protector and the counselor to any subs at the agency that felt wrong or
insecure. You could talk to him about anything. They were the sole Dom at the
agency and he refused to use his status to control or manipulate them. They are
like family and he will protect them until his final breath.
He worked in the sub agency called Sweet Submission. It’s not as sleazy as the
name applies. It was actually classy and really professional. It was an escort-
like club Doms could come to and look at the subs they had to offer. Usually it
was old, gross men or experimenting teenagers. So, Isaac didn’t know what to
expect.
“Why can’t you get Stiles or Allison on this one? Why does it have to be me?”
“Well, because they both already have long term contracts that aren’t even
close to being done. Stiles has Derek and Allison is involved with Lydia. You
are the only one that doesn’t have a current contract. Besides, the guy asked
for you personally,” Erica smirks. That made Isaac swallow hard around the lump
in his throat.
“Who is this guy and what does he want with me?” Isaac asks taking in a deep
breath and letting it go hesitantly.
“He’s Melissa McCall’s boy, Scott. He just turned eighteen and he’s been
officially registered as a Dom. He needs a sub to try and experiment with,”
Peter answer. Ah, the McCalls. That family was high powered, even though the
head of the household was the sub Melissa. Her Dom, Scott’s father Jack, was
abusive and ran out on them when Scott was small. He did it out of spite,
yelling and screaming that Melissa wasn’t worth shit. He said without a Dom,
she would be treated like a bitch in heat and she would amount to nothing. But
by the words that Times magazine published last week, he was full of shit. She
made more than the average Dom and his words were just piss and vinegar. No
venom to back them up.
“I taught you myself and I know you are the more experienced of the others. If
you need to talk to anyone, see Boyd this tomorrow morning after breakfast or
lunch,” Peter added. “I have your advance check here. He says that you can only
get it if you agree. If you don’t feel comfortable, Scott says he understands.”
After a moment of contemplation, Isaac finally convinced himself that he could
do this. Besides, at the very most, he would be there for no more than six
months. And if was really just experimentation, maybe just four months.
“Alright, I’ll do it. You call him and tell him that I’m in. Tell him I also
have ground rules too,” Isaac tells Erica. He snatches the check from Peter’s
hand and looked dead at Erica, who was smirking.
“Damn, if you didn’t have the documentation, I would think you’d be a Dom,” she
chuckles, turning back to the phone when she hears a sweet, but firm voice
answer the phone. She was nodding and speaking firmly. Her voice showed no
submission and that was normal for this service. Doms understood that they had
a business to run and that there was no room for error.
“Alright, see you then. Thank you, Mrs. McCall,” Erica says sweetly before
hanging up. “They’ll pick you up in two days. You will be sleeping there and
not going back and forth. So, start packing your bags and remember to check in
with the others and talk to Boyd. You have one hell of a time ahead of you,
Babydoll.”
“Okay, night then. I’ll see you in the morning. And say goodnight to Chris for
me, Peter.” Isaac calls, jogging up the stairs to his room in the agency’s
dormitory.
“Nighty-night, baby boy. Can do.”
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Isaac woke up a little earlier than he is used to. It’s just nerves,he says.
His skin is clammy and his body is shivering with anticipation. He was always
involved in short term and one night-type subbing. He has never been collared
by a Dom and he needs to keep that way.  He’s seen it first hand: When they
collar their subs, Doms prefer to keep them to themselves. Adding another Dom
isn’t pretty. Now, multiply that by at least 13 clients (on one night
standards) on average and you have a hell of a problem. So, Isaac Lahey isn’t
collared. And as far as things go, he will be that way for a while.
He believed this even though he has been proven wrong. Jackson was collared by
Danny and he’s still working at the agency. He just had ground rules for them
too. Nothing that will leave marks, nothing long term, and no spanking. Despite
this, his work isn’t really slim. He gets a lot of Doms and pleases every one
of them, before he comes back home Danny and gets reminded in the best way
possible that he’s Danny’s.
But still, Isaac didn’t want to take this chance.
“Hey, pup. What’s the matter?” Boyd asks, looking up from his computer. It was
after lunch and everyone went back to work. Allison and Stiles visited and then
went back with Derek and Lydia. They chatted with Boyd and then made their way
home with their smiling, respective sub. He was typing up the profits of the
business and he was making sure that all the appointments and contracts were
documented properly. He was good with that stuff. Why he’s just working at a
sub agency, they will never know. He has more potential and when asked, he
would just smile and say, “I can never go out there. I belong here,” and they
leave it at that.
“It’s a new contract. I’m leaving tomorrow,” he says, scratching his blonde,
curly locks. He was shuffling from his left foot to his right.
“I heard. With Scott McCall, am I right?”
"Yeah, you are,” Isaac responds.
“Then what’s eating you, cub? Why are you fidgeting and jittery?” Boyd asks,
concern written on his face. Isaac was the baby of all of them, even though he
had been working there longer than them. He was more innocent (as close as you
can possibly get in their world) and he was the most liked of their clients.
Everyone was protective of him because of his background. You hurt him; you’ve
got a problem with them.
“I’ve just never had a long term contract since Matt,” he finishes. Matt was
good lover and he treated everyone right. Well, up until his accident. Matt was
at a party with Isaac when one of the stronger Doms pushed him and nearly let
him drown. When someone pulled him out, it was as if he was changed. When they
got back to his place, he refused to look Isaac in the eye.
Then their routine became violent. Matt started forcing himself on Isaac and
punishing him for the smallest things. Boyd noticed that when he came to visit,
Isaac didn’t sit with the others to eat. He’d just stand by the door, shoveling
his food into his mouth and hoping that Boyd and Matt would speed up their
little conversation.
When he came by one day to get the last of his stuff for when Matt wanted to
renew their contract, Boyd saw the scares that lined his lower back and his
butt. He told Peter and Erica before he went after the little bastard. The rest
Isaac isn’t really comfortable with saying so he lets it be. In short, he
hasn’t done a long term contract in over three years and this was only his
second time.
“Puppy, you will do fine. Melissa is a good woman and will keep Scott in check
if he gets out of line. She’s protective of subs, especially since she went
through what you did. You have nothing to worry about. Now, you better go take
a nap before dinner. Are you already packed?” Isaac nodded.
“Good. Go to sleep. I’ll tell Peter that you’re all packed up.”
“Thanks, Boyd. Thank you very much.”
“It’s alright, pup. Just get some rest.”
===============================================================================
 
“Scott, are you ready?” Melissa calls up from down the hallway. They were going
to pick up Isaac today and Scott has been upstairs all morning. Possibly
cooking in his own juices. Ugh, just the thought made Melissa want to cringe
and take another shower. “Come on, Scott! We’re going to be late!” she yells
again.              
“I’ll be out in a minute. Just give me some time to think,” Scott calls back,
pacing a trench in his bedroom floor. He was walking back and forth in the
front of his bed and he was jittery.
You can do this. You can be better than Jack,he internally tells himself. He’s
shaking everything out and ironing out his attitude. He wanted to be the
perfect Dom. Much better than his fath – Jack would ever be.
“Okay. I’m ready!” Scott shouts, hustling out of his room and grabbing his
jacket of the coat rack. He was out the door before Melissa could say anything.
In the car, Melissa told Scott everything that Erica relayed.
“Your sub is Isaac Lahey. He seems like a sweet boy but he’s had quite the
past. He was abused, so he has some issues with trust. Here’s what he says that
he draw the line. First, nothing that leaves a mark. You aren’t collaring him,
so don’t leave any marks to go with the others. Second, he’s fine with
spanking. If you need to punish him, don’t beat him. Just spank him or deny
release. Either way works for him and that’s really all that Mrs. Reyes told
me. He might tell you more when we get him,” Melissa tells her son.
“Now, here’s my advice. Let him choose the safe word. When he says it, you stop
and you stop right then. After that, if he needs to calm down, talk him through
it. After that, sit down and talk about what went wrong,” Melissa supplies.
“Another thing, there are two types of spanking. One for pleasure and one for
punishment. I don’t need to say more than that. You’ll know when you use one
and when to use the other. Got it?”
“I got it, Mom,”
“Oh, and son?”
“Yeah, mom?” Scott acknowledges his mom.
“Just make him feel loved. That’s all a sub could really ask for. They trust
you enough to tell you what’s wrong, then you trust them to always tell you.”
“Okay, mom. Thanks,” Scott says, as they pull up in front of the agency’s
building.
“No problem, baby. Here we are. Let’s go see your boy,” she says, before
getting out of the car.
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“Hello, Mrs. McCall,” Peter greeted the single mother once she stepped into the
lobby. He tilted his head towards Erica, signaling her to go get Isaac from
upstairs. He should have been out of the shower by then. He turned to Scott and
held out his hand. He lowered his head slightly, showing his submission towards
the teenager.  “Hello, Mr. McCall. It’s a pleasure.”
“The pleasure is mine Mr. Hale,” Scott replies, taking the hand into a firm
grasp and giving it a strong shake. He smiled fondly at Peter and then his eyes
were pulled away by a beautiful sight.
On the steps, Erica was leading Isaac with his two suitcases. Boyd was right
behind him, making sure that he’d like Scott. His head was lowered and he was
showing his submission to his new Dom.
Well, that’s not totally a lie. He was showing submission, but he just didn’t
want Scott to look him in the eye. Most of the Doms he had been involved with
could read their subs like a book. They could tell what their damage was and
what they secretly liked, even though they would lie to their faces about it.
Which was never a good thing to do, but it happened.
“Hi. I’m Isaac,” the curly-haired man muttered. He was mumbling and he wasn’t
sure that he wanted to look Scott in the eye just yet. The teen noticed that
and he stepped forward and framed Isaac’s face with his hands. When he had
gained his full attention, he smiled and introduced himself.
“Hello. I’m Scott,” he smiled, nearly chuckling at the blush that formed on his
subs face.
His sub.That felt good to say. He was now ready to take care of his and Isaac’s
needs. Like he said, he wanted to be a good Dom and he wanted Isaac to be a
good sub. They might not be perfect, but they can figure all that out later, at
home.
“Is there anything you need to know before we let you go?” Erica asks Mrs.
McCall. Melissa looked to her son, who was still captivated by Isaac. She just
smiled fondly and shook her head.
“Great, I just need you two to sign this contract and we’ll let you be on your
way,” Peter smiles and Melissa pulled her son away from his submissive for a
moment to sign the document. He whimpered slightly but let his mother drag him
to Peter’s office.
Once they were out of sight and ear shot, Isaac looks nervous.
“Alright, I’m losing my mind,” he screeches, burying his face into the front of
Boyd’s shirt. He was whimpering and his stance was faltering. He stood
perfectly for his new Dom and now he was chickening out. Boyd had him wrapped
up in his arms and he was rocking him back and forth.
“Don’t worry, pup. I talked with Melissa beforehand and she has promised to
keep you safe,” Erica coos.
“That’s just it. She’s not my Dom. She is not the one that’s supposed to keep
me safe and care for me. Scott is my Dom and if he needs his mom to help him
with his sub, I don’t see how I can trust him,” Isaac grits out when he breaks
away from Boyd’s embrace.
“He’s just been registered. You’re his first sub,” Boyd tells him. “Yes, he
needs to go with his instinct, but he also needs some guidance. Isaac, he’s
only eighteen. You’re twenty-six. You have experience and he doesn’t. You need
to teach each other, okay?”
“Alright,” Isaac mumbles.
“Alright, here they come,“ Erica warns them. Peter, Melissa, and Scott re-
entered the room and Scot grabbed one of Isaac’s suitcases and he smiled at
Erica and Boyd. Their faces were split with wide smiles. Scott nodded and Isaac
followed behind to go out to the care. He stopped and kissed both Erica and
Boyd on the cheek before he turned back to followed Scott. Peter then caught
the boy in a hug and held him close.
“You take care now. I loved you, cub,” he whispers into his curls, nearly on
the verge of tears.
“Love you too, Peter. You take care of yourself. And tell Chris I love him,”
Isaac whispers, tears building in his eyes.
“Can do, baby boy. Can do.” Peter finally let him go and sent him on his way.
Out in the car, Scott waited patiently for his sub to join him in the backseat.
When Isaac slid in beside him, Scott immediately had his fingers intertwined
with Isaac’s.
“I know you’re sad about leaving everyone. But I’ll bring you to see them every
twice a month, so you can catch up,” he wiped a tear from Isaac’s face and
kissed him softly on the lips. “I’ll take care of you, Isaac. You have nothing
to worry about,” he reassures, before kissing him on his temple. Isaac let him
and melted into the seat.
***** Wanna Live in a Fantasy? *****
Chapter Summary
     Scott experiments with Isaac and his frustrations are already
     starting.
Chapter Notes
     An update before I head off to school. First thing's first.
     There was a person that commented on the last chapter that said they
     could beta for me. Can you please e-mail me? (My e-mail is on my
     profile) I want to post once a week and I need a beta really bad.
     Also, I have a NJHS ceremony Monday, so I won't be able to write
     then. Okay, I need to stop talking so I can let you read this
     chapter.
     Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“I’ll just let you boys get settled in. I need to take care of something at
office and then I’ll be back. Scott, don’t do anything stupid!” Melissa yells
as the two boys got out of the car. Melissa blew them kisses and drove off.
“I’ll show you my room and the guest room just in case. I don’t want you to
feel like you have to sleep in my room,” Scott tells Isaac, opening the front
door with the key under the doormat. When they entered, Isaac’s jaw nearly
dropped.
Don’t get him wrong, his past clients have been rich and powerful. But their
houses hand nothing the McCall house. From the outside, it looked like a
typical mansion and it looked like it was traditional. It hinted at a very
traditional way of life. But the inside was filled with modern art and fashion
sketches.
Melissa used to be a nurse, but got fired when they found out she no longer was
with the Dom that collared her. Jack had friends in very high places and made
sure that Melissa would catch hell after he left. During her unemployment,
she’d do art sketches on the living room couch of the crappy, rented house that
her and Scott lived in.
Scott took Melissa out for dinner for her birthday and she brought her sketch
book in her bag. An internationally acclaimed designer saw her first fashion
sketch and offered her a job to get started in the fashion career. Now she’s
the first sub to get paid more than the average Dom.
“Yeah, it’s a lot to take in. Mom worked hard and I’m proud of her,” Scott
commented at Isaac’s awe. “Now, let me show you the bedrooms.”
He led Isaac through the house, showing him the bathroom first, his personal
room and library, and Scott’s room for last.
“I want you to kneel or sit by the bed on that pillow,” he pointed towards his
side of the bed. “I’m going downstairs and making us something to eat. It’s
been awhile since breakfast. You can go and pick a book from the library and
then come back and sit. But don’t move from this spot,” Scott tells him. Isaac
nods and the younger man kisses him on the neck, sending a shudder from the top
of his body to down south. Scott chuckled and left the room.
Isaac followed behind but broke away when he got closer to the library. He
browsed the fiction section and then moved onto the non-fiction side when he
didn’t find anything satisfactory. He continued to look around until he spotted
the book he’s wanted to read for over a year. Catching Lincoln’s Killerwas
across the front and it caught his attention automatically.
He was beginning to sit down and read when he remembered.
Right. Scott’s bedroom, sitting on the pillow. I should do that.
Isaac mazed his way through the library and walked back to Scott’s room. He
didn’t want to look like he was in a hurry, but he sped up a little just to be
sure. He passed through the threshold and got himself comfortable of the
ridiculously huge cushion. He leaned his head against the side of the bed,
trying his best to support his head and keep a good reading view. He was the
type of reader that if something was off or didn’t really feel right, he would
put the book down and try again in a minute.
He doesn’t really remember how much time passed, but he was on chapter 2 by the
time Scott comes back up with their one sandwich. He doesn’t look up or close
the book. He just continues reading and wait for Scott’s command for attention.
“Put the book away, Isaac. It’s time to eat,” Scott commands, sitting on the
bed and leaning back on the headboard. Isaac didn’t know what to do. It was
kind of an awkward angle to be fed from, especially with the nightstand in the
way. He only took the hint when Scott caught his eye and patted his thigh,
beckoning him to sit there.
Isaac was pretty damn tall when standing, almost towering over Scott. So when
he sat in his Dom’s lap, he was a fucking skyscraper.
“You’re a tall one, aren’t you?” Scott chuckled. He pulled off a piece of the
sandwich and held it up to Isaac’s lips. The sub took it into his mouth and
nearly moaned. Jesus H. Christ, that sandwich was good. He did exactly that,
Isaac occasionally sucking on his fingers a little bit longer to see his eyes
roll into the back of his head. He would have smirked if it wasn’t for the fact
that Scott would recover pretty quickly.
Once the sandwich was gone, Scott kissed up and down Isaac’s neck. The taller
male moaned and started to grind against him. Scott put a stop to that by
holding his hips in a firm grip.
He craned his neck to kiss Isaac. Isaac didn’t dare react to it, afraid that
he’ll be punished. The other Doms he’s been with had a ‘no kissing’ rule and he
really didn’t know how to. All he had was the occasional peck from Stiles,
Erica, Allison, Jackson, or Peter.
“What’s wrong?” Scott asks him after he doesn’t kiss back. Isaac snapped away
from his daydream and looked at the teenager.
“It’s nothing. I’ve just never been kissed before. Nothing passionate really,”
he confessed. Isaac though Scott would feel pity and ease him into it. But what
he really did was much better.
Scott framed Isaac’s face again and pressed their lips into a bruising kiss.
After he felt Isaac relax, he parted their lips with his tongue and licked the
inside of his mouth. He was exploring the new territory, while his hands roamed
the skin underneath his shirt. When Isaac moaned, Scott had no choice but to
chuckle.
Pulling away, he smiled. “Strip,” he commanded, moving over to the center of
the bed so that Isaac could get up. He laid back, watching as Isaac put on the
most perfect show. Once he was fully nude, it was the first time Isaac knew he
was painfully hard.
“I guess someone is excited,” Scott jokes. He moves over again and pats the
other side of the bed. Isaac walks around the bed and lies down on it, only to
be nearly attacked by Scott. The teasing bites were nothing that he’s ever
experienced. He never really liked anything that left marks but from how softly
Scott is nipping at his neck, they won’t even leave a scratch. Scott smirked at
him and whispered in his ear. “Sweetheart, what’s your safeword?”
“Camden,” Isaac whispered, nearly whimpering at the reminder of his deceased
brother. Scott nodded and put on a cock ring he must of retrieved when he was
downstairs.
“Don’t come alright. Any other time, I’d be fine with it. But this time, you
don’t get to come unless I say so. I'll take off the cock ring and that's when
you can. If you come too early, I won’t punish you. I will just be disappointed
in you,” Scott warns him. Isaac usually liked this part but he was nervous.
Could he really do that? It’s been a while.
“I know you don’t trust me. I wouldn’t either. But just give it time, Isaac.
I’ll make you feel so good,” Scott whispered again. He tapped Isaac’s inner
thigh and he automatically spread them. A faint whisper of ‘good puppy’ was all
he got for his obedience.
“What are you – oh.Christ,” Isaac gritted out. Scott was rimming him.
He had never been rimmed before but had always wanted to try it. He just never
said anything to his other Doms or Matt about. Rule number one was always the
same: No talking. You could moan and gasp, but forming words were out of the
equation.
Isaac knew that he’d possibly be punished for gripping Scott’s hair, so he
fisted the bed sheet and moaned. He was a writhing mess and he knew it. It just
felt so damn good, but it brought back so many bad memories.
The feeling was intensified by the fact that Scott was now pushing his tongue
in and out of him. He pushed past the ring of muscle and was licking the inside
of Isaac, who had stopped moaning. He was brushing his prostate every once in
awhile, teasing Isaac and testing him. He went to and two fingers when Isaac
was stretched enough with his tongue.
“Please,” Isaac whispered
“Please what, pup? You have to tell me,” Scott whispers against the ring of
muscle.
“Please,” Isaac whimpered, pausing. “Please. Camden,” he whispers, holding in
tears.
Scott was taken aback by not the request, but by the sob that followed it. He
immediately pulled away and settled himself next to the crying sub.
“Isaac, please look at me,” Scott commands. Worry was spread across his face at
the breakdown and he felt so wrong. He was mentally kicking himself for pushing
him to do something. He was already off to a bad start. His mother’s words rang
through his.
Make him feel loved. That’s all a sub could ever ask for.
When Isaac looked up, his eyes red from the tears, Scott placed his hand on his
cheek and kissed his forehead. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you, sweetheart?”
Scott asks, worry heating his body. His skin was clammy and he felt like hiding
or crying himself.
“I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry. I didn’t-“
“It’s alright, sweetheart. I’m here. I’m glad you told me when to stop,
alright? We don’t have to do anything else,” Scott declares.
“I’m sorry, Scott. I can do better,” Isaac cries harder.
“Stop being sorry, because you shouldn’t be. You did nothing wrong, Isaac.”
“Are you going to punish me, Master?” Isaac asks, his voice cracking from the
strain of tears.
“No, Isaac. You’ve done nothing to upset me or harm yourself. Please don’t call
me Master. I want to be referred to as ‘Scott’ or ‘sir’, alright?” he whispers
in his sub’s ear. He tilts his head up and lays a chaste, sweet kiss on Isaac’s
lips.
“I guess I owe you an explanation, huh?” Isaac asks.
“You owe me nothing, baby. Just go to sleep. You’ve tired yourself out. Do you
want to sleep in the guest room?” Scott said, taking off the cock ring.
“Yes, please,” Isaac answers him. Scott walks his sub down the hall to his
room.
“May I get dressed?” Isaac asked.
“Yes. Whenever you use your safe word, you may get dressed. Either that or when
you’re in the presence of my mom,” Scott answered. He stepped closer to kiss
Isaac’s temple, only for the man to flinch away. He didn’t want Isaac to see
the disappointment on his face. He didn’t want to make this worse.
He steps out of the room and walks back to his room. He’ll wait for his mom to
get home.
Back in his room, Isaac stood there and took in the situation. He spaced out
then came back to, before he fell on his knees and let out a sob. It wasn’t
even past a day yet and he already let the past get to him.
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 “Scott, I’m home!” Melissa yells from the front door. It was a beat or two
before Scott decides to come down the stairs and greet his mom. “So, how was
your first time with Isaac?” she asked with a smirk.
“He doesn’t trust me,” Scott informs her. Her smirk dialed down and was
extinguished into a look of fear. She knew this could possibly happen, but she
didn’t know it would be so soon. She wanted to have some time to think before
she helped him figure it out.
“What happened?” she responded with her own question. He sighed out of
frustration and ran his fingers through his hair. He pulled it a couple times,
thinking that the pain would heal some of the stress.
“He used his safe word,” Scott said.
“So? That’s normal, Scott. If they feel uncomfortable, then they have the right
to use it,” Melissa responds.
“I know, mom. It’s just that he used when I was rimming him. When I moved back
to acknowledge the safe word, he started sobbing.”
“Oh my God.”
“Exactly, that’s what went on in my head when he started to cry. What did that
guy do to him, mom?” Scott asked, his worry and frustration.
“I have no idea. Just let him some around. I’m starting dinner in a minute. You
should take it up to him instead of bringing him down here, alright?”
“Okay, mom,” Scott said before turning around to go back upstairs. Half way up,
he turns around  and speaks. “And mom,”
“Yeah, Scott?”
“Thanks for talking with me,” he smiles weakly. Her look softens and there’s a
hint of a smile on her face.
“You can always come to me, son. I’m always here. And you are very welcome,”
Melissa says before entering the kitchen.
I just hope I’m not wrong.Melissa sighed when she was out of sight and earshot
of Scott. She shook her head and started to put up the groceries.
Chapter End Notes
     Another chapter down. The next chapter will be really explicit and I
     will have to put a warning on it.
     Thanks for reading and I'll see you next time.
***** Quietly *****
Chapter Summary
     Scott gets an unwelcomed visit and Isaac has a horrifying dream.
Chapter Notes
     I promised I'd do this, so I will.
     Warning: There is a rape flashback in this scene. If you are
     squeamish, I recommend you not read it.
     I hope you enjoy this chapter
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Scott woke up to a warm body. He smiled and wrapped his arms around his waist.
He took in the bodies scent and it was off. It smelt like dangerand mistrust.
“Well, good morning there, Scott,” the voice said. Scott’s eyes rapidly opened
and bulged out of their sockets at the sight. Gerard was looking at him, with a
fake smile plastered on his lips. He was Scott’s godfather, appointed by Jack
and would have been his Dom if he was a sub. When Scott got the paper telling
him otherwise, he breathed a sigh of relief and could sleep a little easier
that night.
“What do you want, Gerard?” the teenager asked. He had a stone cold expression
on his face and he wasn’t backing down. He was mad that Gerard was in his bed
instead of Isaac. But most of all, Isaac was down the hall and Gerard could’ve
easily found him. Hell, Gerard could’ve known that there was another sub in the
house besides Melissa. The man’s smile dropped into a sarcastic smirk.
“I just came to claim what’s mine. I just wanted to already be there. I would
have prepped you with my fingers, but I’d bet that you’d like my tongue
better,” he chuckled. He tried to slide lower into the covers, but Scott
immediately pushed him away. The man looked upset and what Scott was about to
say next would make his blood boil.
“You aren’t claiming a damn thing. For your information, I’m a Dom. You’ve got
the wrong person,” Scott smirked. Gerard’s face was pale.
“You need to be re-evaluated then. I’ll call the government official that gave
you the test and get you retested,” Gerard said. He pulled out his phone and
tried to dial the number but Scott grabbed it and pressed the button to end the
dialing.
“I don’t need retesting,” he said.
“But Jack said-“
“Jack’s said a lot of things. He’s said a lot of bullshit. What makes you think
that he’s right this time?” Scott challenged. Gerard stepped forward and tried
to touch Scott, but he was interrupted by Melissa.
“Gerard, I suggest you leave,” she said politely.
“Well, why? Won’t you like me to stay for breakfast?” he taunts, trying to get
into Melissa’s personal space. Scott immediately pushed him back a couple
steps.
“I’d rather you not,” she answered back. Gerard snorts and sees himself out of
the room. He walked through the hallway and stumped down the steps. He passed
through the living room and slammed the door shut. Melissa sighed and slumped
against the door.
“Mom, you shouldn’t have done that,” Scott said.
“I did what I had to.”
“No you didn’t have to do a thing. You know he is a Dom and has been watching
over us. He wants to claim one of us and get your money. Jack wants the bastard
to screw with us!” Scott shouted.
“Would you quiet down? Isaac is down the hall and he needs to sleep,” Melissa
scolded. Scott groaned and buried his face into his hand. “What’s the matter?”
“It’s Isaac. If Gerard knew that he was with us, he’d tried to take him and
collar him. He’s been through enough, he doesn’t need that bastard to push home
over the edge,” Scott groaned again.
"You know goodness well that won't happen. You want to know why?" Melissa asks.
“Why?”
“Because you and I won’t let him. We have high friends in high places, even
though the high part isn’t always their position of power,” Melissa jokes.
Scott chuckles and wraps his arms around his mom. “Anyway, we’ll fight. Tooth
and nail, to prevent that superficial prick from laying a finger on your pup.”
“Thanks, mom,” Scott smiled.
“You’re very welcome. Now, go back to sleep. If you haven’t noticed, it’s ass
o’clock at night,” Melissa commented before closing the door to Scott’s room.
He took a look at the clock and arched an eyebrow. She wasn’t even remotely
kidding. It’s 3 o’clock at night.
 
That made him uneasy. If Gerard snuck into his house at that time and get into
his bed, what could he possibly do while Scott was asleep. He shook his head
and relented the poisonous thoughts. He’d sit up for another hour or two,
before he’d finally return to sleep
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Down the hall, Isaac was tossing and turning through the night. What happened
that day plagued his thoughts and he felt such guilt. It was his fault that he
couldn’t enjoy the act and it was his fault that his Dom didn’t get the
satisfaction that he wanted. He didn’t have to go to dinner that night because
Scott brought his dinner to him. He tried to kiss his temple again, but Isaac
flinched away like he had down before. He could sense the disappointment in
Scott’s face and he was racked with sobs when he shut that door.
When he was finally allowed to dream, however, he wanted to wake up
immediately. But he felt paralyzed in his own head.
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Matt had slammed the front door so hard, it shook the wall. Isaac was in tears
and he felt so helpless. He wasn’t crying for himself; his tears were for Matt.
He had nearly drowned that night and Isaac was shook to the core. He was held
back by other subs, whose faces were seemly permanently contorted with remorse.
His tears refused to stop and he felt like his body was ready to give out. So
it did.
“Get up! You don’t kneel until you are ordered to!” he heard Matt yell, before
he was being pulled up by the collar. He went willingly, thinking Matt was not
angry at him, but the fucking idiot Doms that almost let him drown in that
pool. It was already known that Matt was unable to swim and it was deliberate.
They tried to kill the poor guy.
“Come downstairs. Now,” Matt hissed. Isaac nearly flinched at the ice in his
tone of voice. They only went down to the basement for when Isaac was being
punished, which wasn’t frequent. In their whole six month contract, he only was
spanked our paddled three times. And it damn sure wasn’t this bad either.
The room was dark, the lighting only being red bulbs. It was like the red light
district, but legal. A Dom was allowed to have a punishment chamber. They
didn’t care how brutal the stuff in there was, as long as it kept the sub in
check. It was a stupid law to Isaac, but who would care what he thought? He was
a sub, not a switch and not a Dom. The room was filled with riding crops,
whips, chains, rope, paddles, the whole works. Matt would only come down here
to get something for them to play with. But they weren’t playing tonight.
 God only knew what they were doing tonight.
“Strip. Quickly now, I don’t want you to put on a show,” the Dom said, going
over to the shelf to get a whip. Isaac eyed him for a few seconds, before going
back to undressing. If he even had a sock on when Matt turned around, he was
sure he’d get ten more lashings than their usual ten. He was completely naked
and facing away from Matt when he heard the first crack. He was startled and he
heard a dark chuckle come from Matt.
The Dom put the whip under his armpit and grabbed Isaac roughly by the elbow.
He pushed him forward.
“Bend over at the waist or you get extra lashings,” he threatened, pushing
Isaac over impatiently. He lifted his arms and hooked him up to the most
dreadful to Isaac laid eyes on. It was a strappado, complete with handcuffs and
chains. Isaac didn’t really understand it and it was never used on him so, he
dreaded it. He was supposed to be open to trying something new, but being
abused prevented that somehow. He could deal with everything else, except for a
strappado.
Matt hooked him into the contraption and cracked his whip to grab his
attention. “You are going to count. If I think you are going to fast or slow,
that’s five more. If I even hear a sound besides you counting, I’m going to add
five more,” he barked. Isaac held in the desperate whimper.
The first one came without any warning. Isaac surprisingly didn’t jolt or yelp
or twitch. He took the threat to heart. He bit his tongue painfully and said
“One.”
“Two.” It stung.
“Three.” That one was very painful.
“Four.” That lashing was unbearably terrible. Isaac screamed that time.
“What did I say!” Matt hissed. Isaac nearly cried but he knew it would just
make it worse on his end. It was no skin off Matt’s back. “That’s five more!
Start counting!”
The fifth lashing hit dead on the first one. The sixth was no different.
The following three lashings were torture. Isaac was getting anxious and he
felt like he was ready to pass out. It was exhausting and he nearly missed a
number. He caught himself quickly and took the last few lashings.
His ass was red and numb and it felt dead. He could feel the blood trickling
down his thighs and calves. He thought Matt anger was dissipated.
He was wrong.
He heard the clatter of a belt buckle and lube squirting. He tried to relax but
he was then impaled with two dry fingers. He hissed at the lack of lube and
cried out at the stabbing pain inside him. He was already crying and he wanted
it to stop.
“Please stop! Camden! God, Matt, please!” Isaac cried out, yelling his
safeword. He was racked with sobs and he sure that Matt had tore something and
he was bleeding. Matt slapped his ass and that made him scream louder. But no
one could hear him. The walls were sound proof.
After he put the last of the lube on his cock, he shoved into the shaking body
with stopping for an inch. Isaac cried out and shook horribly. He was praying
to any god that cared to make Matt stop. But like the other things that have
happened to him, no one heard or cared. He was sobbing and Matt was relentless.
“You are such a slut. You let those subs touch you. That fucking Dom looked
like he wanted to bang you and you looked willing. You were trying to get laid
while I was dying!” the Dom screamed, his thrusts accompanying every syllable
with a thrust.
“No! I wasn’t willing. I didn’t want anyone there. Matt, please, I’m sorry,”
Isaac cried, his wrists and ankles being brutalized by the restraints. He just
wanted them to cut off his circulation and kill him on the spot.
Matt grunted his warning of release and thrusted some more. “If you were
innocent,” he said, grunting and finally coming. “Then why are you
apologizing?” he whispered harshly. He smirked and bit Isaac’s ear.
He lowered his head to Isaac’s abused hole. He smiled at his handiwork and saw
that his come was slightly tinted red. He moaned slightly and then lapped at
the hole.
Isaac jumped forward and hissed. Matt struck him hard and he settle back down,
just letting his hole being abused by his Dom’s tongue. He was feeling so
violated and used. He felt unloved and like he was the worst sub there was.
No one would love me, he thought. I’m just a pretty face to fuck, he cried
internally.
Matt was done with him then and let him loose. He immediately hit the floor and
fell into a heap. He could no longer cry because his tears were dried up. He
was reduced to pathetic whimpers and he felt so wrong.
“You’re sleeping down here tonight. I want you upstairs by ten in the morning,
cooking,” Matt yelled. He then walked up the basement steps and closed the
door. Isaac crawled towards the bed that Matt installed just in case they were
too tired to make it up the stairs to sleep.
He wrapped himself in the blanket and let sleep claim him. He didn’t dream at
all.
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Isaac woke up panting and nearly screaming. He shoved a knuckle into his mouth
and pit down hard, nearly breaking the skin there. He was sobbing and crying,
smothering his desperate noises with his knuckles. He could hear Melissa and
Scott down the hall.
After he’d cried himself out, he laid there on his bed, not moving an inch. He
stare d at the ceiling. He didn’t know what he would do. He was now painfully
scared. He stayed like that for two hours before sleep consumed him like a
cloud. Like he did that dreadful night, he didn’t dream.
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for reading. I don't know how I wrote that and I'm not going
     to question it. I didn't know it was going to be as dark as it was. I
     hope I didn't do overkill.
     Again, thanks for writing and I'll see you next chapter.
***** Show You Everything You'll Ever Need *****
Chapter Summary
     Scott and Isaac experience a lot in a few hours.
Chapter Notes
     New chapter! Sorry for the two week delay. Projects and the other
     series has had me busy!
     Enjoy!
Melissa was the one to wake Isaac up that morning. Scott wasn’t ready to see
Isaac again, afraid that he’ll trigger another breakdown. The sub was somewhat
disappointed, but he understood his Dom’s reasons. Melissa ruffled his hair and
kissed his temple, like a mother would her child.
“Scott and I made breakfast. You might want to go down while it’s warm. I’m off
to work and I should be back here by 3 this afternoon,” she whispered. She was
pulling open drawers and helping Isaac out of the bed. He was thankful for
that. His limbs were sore and he had a headache from all the crying last night.
He had daggers behind his eyes and he was ready to sink back into the soft
sheets and sleep his life away. But that’s not what a good sub does. They
should get up and be downstairs, waiting for their Doms. Or at least, that’s
what Matt told him.
“You should grab a shower before you go down to breakfast. The bathroom is down
the hall and to the left. The closet next to it has towels and some shampoo,”
Melissa continued. Isaac nodded to her and she smiled at him. She checked her
watch and quickly kissed his hair before rushing out of the room. Her heels
clomped as she hurried down the steps and out the door.
Isaac stretched and felt the burn in his back and arms. He slowly started to
strip away his pajamas and boxer, to reveal a lean body. He grabbed some
clothes from the drawer and padded down the hall, completely nude, to the linen
closet to retrieve the necessities and he was crossing the threshold of the
bathroom.
He stopped at the door, though, when he heard water running. A blush crawled up
his body and he felt exposed. There were only three people that lived in the
ridiculously big home. There was him, Scott, and Melissa. Melissa had already
left the house and he was sure that he was the Isaac in this equation. So, that
leaves…
His eyes widen when the glass door to the shower opens. Isaac was face-to-face
with an utter god. Scott’s body was tan, a little darker than his mother’s. It
was wet with body wash and the warm shower water. His body was almost hairless,
except for the pubic hair that started with his happy trail at his belly
button, down to his crotch.  His abdominals were something that was
photoshopped. Isaac couldn’t stop staring.
“See anything you like?” Scott jokes, extending a hand out to his sub. Isaac
wanted to yell, Are you kidding,but he nearly bit off his tongue to try and
stop the snarky comeback. He saw Scott’s hand and was wary of taking it. It was
a little early for them to take a shower together, considering that they had
just met yesterday and that they already had a problem in their Dom/sub
relationship. But Isaac didn’t want to disappoint again, so he took the risk.
He dropped the towel and the shampoo that he held and let Scott pull him in. He
shivered at his dominance and bared his neck, showing full submission and
cooperation. Scott scratched his nails down his neck, loving the way Isaac
would shiver at the feeling. He licked along his neck, nipping here and there.
Isaac could have cried at his Dom’s affection. Foreplay wasn’t something that
Isaac was used to. It was rare with his other Doms, especially Matt. It was
believed to be unnecessary and it was a rare practice a together. Matt used to
do it, but eventually tired of it within the 3rd month of their contract.
“I’m not asking for sex today, Isaac. Let’s just take it slow,” Scott
whispered. Isaac was disappointed again but he understood Scott’s reason. Scott
tapped his shoulder gaining his sub’s attention. He nodded his head backwards
slightly, silently asking Isaac to wash him. He nodded and took the wash cloth
and the body wash that was on the shower caddy.  It was Old Spice, his
favorite. He lathered it on the wet cloth and Scott turned around. Isaac
started with his neck, scrubbing lightly. He worked his way down to the middle
of his back and he felt how tense Scott was.
He threw the cloth over his shoulder and rubbed the knots in his back. Isaac
smirked at the moan that he receives and he kept rubbing at the spot. The
groans were getting louder, more free and Isaac loved it. He will admit. He
rubbed a little more than what was necessary but it wasn’t like Scott was upset
with it. From the way his muscles flexed, it seemed like he enjoyed it.
Isaac cleaned his lower back and he kissed his Dom’s neck to say that he was
done. It was a daring move, but Isaac felt daring. Scott turned around and
returned the favor with great pleasure. After he was done, he pulled Isaac into
a passionate kiss. The sub immediately allowed his Dom’s tongue breach his
mouth. He had to look down to kiss Scott because he was as tall as an oak tree.
The kiss was so perfect. It was warm and wet, just perfection. There was a
feeling behind it, one that Isaac couldn’t place, but he didn’t want to waste
time figuring it out. Once they pulled away or air, both of them winced and
jumped away from the water. The water was now cold and it was raining over them
like frozen razor blades. They stepped out of the frozen shower. Scott reached
and turned it off, grabbing the towel that Isaac dropped. He dried their hair
first before he turned up the heat on the thermostat.
Scott wrapped a towel around the lean body in front of him. He kissed the wet
cheek and he pulled him close. “I want you to towel off and meet me downstairs
for breakfast. I want you kneeling on the pillow again,” he said, before
leaving him in warm bathroom.
Isaac felt a lot better than he did last night. He didn’t feel empty or used
like he did. He felt like this was his heaven and that Scott was his angel and
Melissa was his guardian. He felt…
Happy. That was something he couldn’t say he felt with other Doms.
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By the time Isaac was dry and comfortably dressed, Scott was downstairs at the
kitchen table. The plate in front of him was untouched and still steaming.
 There were two mugs beside the plate, both steaming like the food. There was
milk, creamer, sugar, and almond milk beside it. He noticed that the cushion
that was beside Scott’s feet had the book he was reading the other day. Scott
was reading some manuscript and wasn’t paying much attention until Isaac
kneeled at his feet.
“Would you like coffee?” Scott asked without looking up from the manuscript. He
placed a hand on the back of Isaac’s neck.  The sub nodded and he gained a
squeeze on the nape o his neck.  “What do you want in your coffee?”
“Almond milk and sugar, sir,” Isaac answers immediately. He is handed his
coffee and he takes a slow sip. It was heavenly, probably the best he’s ever
tasted. He moans, only to stop when he sees Scott’s eyes on him. He blushes and
Scott feeds a piece of bacon for all his trouble. He chewed slowly, rolling the
pork around in his mouth. It was hickory, by the way his tongue lit up at the
flavor. That was his favorite kind of bacon.
“You should get reading. I’ll feed you and then we’ll talk about yesterday,”
Scott said, looking down at his sub. He saw how he had stiffened and that his
eyes were kind of bugging out of his head.  He rubbed his hand up and down
Isaac’s back. “Don’t worry. We’re not going to talk about the past, just what
had had happened the other day. Isaac let the tension sink out of him.
Breakfast was quiet for the rest of the time. Both the boys weren’t sure
whether it was the impending conversation or the fact that they were so
entranced with the reading material that they had in their hands. Either way,
there was still that giant elephant in the room that was staring them down.
After breakfast was done, Scott left Isaac kneeling on the pillow so he could
scrape out the remaining food and put the plate in the dishwasher. Scott didn’t
notice that Isaac was trembling and that he was crying. The silence was too
much and it was like Scott was already disappointed in choosing Isaac as his
sub, even if it’s temporary.
“Pup, what’s wrong?” Scott worries. He cups his sub’s cheek and he tilts his
face back up so he can see. Isaac’s porcelain face was stained with tears and
his green eyes surrounded by red. His brow was crinkled and strained from
crying.
"I’m sorry,” he whimpered, nuzzling Scott’s hand. The Dom shook his head and
helping the taller male up.
“You have nothing to be sorry or afraid of. I just want to talk,” Scott coos,
leading him into the living room. The room was brown and burgundy, with a gold
trim. It was elegant and dark at the same time. Isaac would always chuckle that
he always thought his best when he was alone in the dark. His humor was
distorted now and slightly sick. But that was only in his head.
“You’re going to send me back to the agency, huh?” he asked, Scott once he was
sitting in his Dom’s lap, facing him but not making any eye contact. Scott’s
hands were on his hip and he was pressed close.
“No, I’m not sending you back,” Scott reassures.
“Why not?”
“Because you are my first sub and  I don’t want to fail,” the Dom says. He
tightens his grip on Isaac’s hips, sending a shiver up the sub’s spine. It was
a good kind of pressure, a possessive one that he’s always craved.
“Isaac, you are beautiful. You are special. Now, please tell me what happened,
yesterday?”
“You know exactly what happened,” the taller male hissed. Scott tilted his head
and gave Isaac a look.
“Want to try that again?” Scott dared. He didn’t know where this attitude came
from and he didn’t like it.
"I said, you already know what happened the other day, Scott?” Isaac barked,
not letting up on the attitude. He knew that he was pushing it, but he was
already tired of Scott’s questions.
“Isaac, I’ll give you till the count of three to either apologize or correct
that answer before I spank you,” Scott warned. He held up three fingers in a
silent countdown. It was too late for Isaac. When he got mad, he was mad AND
stubborn. He’s been spanked before and so far they weren’t terrible.  Scott was
a new Dom. His spankings wouldn’t amount to even small stings.
Isaac really underestimates the boy.
Once Scott hits three, Isaac is flat on his stomach and across Scott’s knees.
His pants his taken down to his ankles. Scott started to swat him on his
covered ass, bringing his hand down every five seconds. Isaac was squirming,
not liking the way that his underwear was rubbing against his sore ass. It was
painful and throbbing. He bit Scott’s leg hard in retaliation, only to escalate
his punishment further. Scott lifted him up slightly to take down his
underwear. His bare ass was already pink from the spanking and the irritating
fabric rubbing against him.
The first smack on his ass came down without warning, startling the sub. He was
struggling and trying to avoid the next swat. It came down hard, stinging and
moving made it worse. Scott brought his hand down on him again, his hand
tingling but not relenting. It was five more swats that Isaac started to cry
frustrated tears. He had stopped squirming, seeing that him moving will make
Scott continue. His anger was gone but he was still frustrated.
Scott stopped after that. His hand was sore and tingling. He had at least
spanked Isaac a good twenty times. He pulled the sub’s underwear and pants back
up before he let him stand. He was sobbing now and he was so disappointed in
himself.
“I’m sorry that I had to do that, Isaac. But hissing at me and biting me was a
step too far. This could have been a quiet and meaningful conversation,” Scott
scolded. “I want you to go upstairs and kneel by the bed on that cushion and
don’t move a muscle. I hate to say this, but I’m disappointed in you. I’m not
mad, but I expected better.”
Isaac wasn’t willing to look at his Dom. He hustled up the stairs and he ran
into Scott’s room.  He shut the door and kneeled by the bed. He cried, leaning
against the side for a good minute before he finally stopped.  He didn’t make
Scott mad but disappointed him. He made Scott spank him. He’s never seen that
side of him.
He started to whimper because he had no more tears left. He would kneel there
until Scott could face him again.
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Isaac wasn’t sure how long it was until Scott came back up.  It felt like an
eternity. He had a headache from crying and his face was crusted from dried
tears. He was still a little frustrated and he was remorseful and guilty.
When the door opened, Isaac didn’t look up. He didn’t want to meet Scott’s eye.
The Dom sighed and walked past the sub and settle into the middle of the bed.
He tapped his thigh, signaling Isaac to come up and sit in his lap. The sub
crawled up from where he was kneeling and settled himself in his Dom’s lap. He
held his head down, not ready for eye contact.
“If you can’t at least explain what happened the other day, at least explained
what happened downstairs,” Scott pleads.
“I don’t know. I really don’t have clue what went on,” Isaac answered
truthfully. Scott took that as an appropriate answer. He didn’t want to start
another argument.
“Were you mad when I asked you about everything?”
“Yes.”
 “Would you like to tell me why?”  Scott asked. He was rubbing his hand up and
down Isaac’s side. A silence fell over the room that was deafening, ironically.
It was almost unbearable and it was sad too.
“I was scared,” Isaac finally answered. It was an almost inaudible whisper.  He
looked up at Scott, seeing how sad the younger man was. It was like his pain
was hurting him. “I was nervous at first and it just turned into anger. I was
upset and I didn’t want to talk, but I had no choice but to. I couldn’t explain
what happened and it frustrated me and it was agitating.”
“Would you like it I we forgot the whole thing?” Scott asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Alright then. Now give me a kiss,” he teases. Isaac leaned forward and pressed
his lips against Scott’s. It felt so right and it was almost perfect. He part
his lips and snaked out his tongue. He licked along the line of his Dom’s
bottom lip. He nearly smirked at the breathy moan he got and the tongue that
shoved into his mouth.
It was sloppy now. Scott licked into the roof of his mouth and nibbled at his
bottom lip. They parted for air and Isaac worked his way down the tan column of
his neck. Scott groaned and Isaac took that as an invitation to grind down
against Scott’s hardening cock.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Scott taunts. Isaac moaned against his neck at the
feeling. He was moving like he was riding Scott’s cock. He was humping him like
a horny teenager and he didn’t care. It felt amazing and he was ready to burst.
He was so close but he didn’t want to stop.
Scott was the first to come. He shuddered and he locked lips with Isaac. The
sub tried to work his hand down his own pants, but Scott caught his own wrist.
“You don’t get to come. It’s a part of your punishment,” Scott smirked. Isaac
sighed and whimpered at the grip on his wrist. “But, I promise you this. I
doubt we’re going to make it out of this room tomorrow.” Isaac nearly came at
those words. Scott chuckled and he pulled back the covers.
“You’re going to sleep in here tonight. Let’s take a nap for now. Lunch won’t
be for another hour,” Scott told Isaac. The sub got under the cover and turn
around to face Scott. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed his neck. Even
if he didn’t get to come, that was the best sex he’s ever had.
Even if he isn't ready for sex.
***** I Hope You Take it *****
Chapter Summary
     A flashback from the time Peter and Isaac met and Scott realizes
     where he is going wrong.
Chapter Notes
     I'm posting this in the morning because I would forget after I come
     from school. Being a middle schooler sucks sometimes. Sorry for the
     delay and the is un-beta'd as always. All mistakes are my own!
     Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Peter wasn’t really sure what he was doing out after one in the morning. He had
gotten into a fight with Chris over his “friendship” with John Stilinski and
then he found himself driving around the dark side of Beacon Hills. He was
tired, angry, and guilty. He had yelled at Chris and told him he hated him and
that he wished they had never met. He told him that he should go and fuck John
and stop toying with his heart. His anger, however, refused to let his guilt
get the better of him. It wanted him to find a warm body to fuck and leave in
the morning and he was going to do exactly that.
 He had turned the corner and driven down the street that had streetlights
every two feet. It had been raining, so it looked like a cliché straight out of
a movie. This side of town wasn’t really nice, considering that it was perfect
and pretty during the day, but once those streetlights came on, you’d meet
prostitutes and ne’er-do-wells at every corner. Peter didn’t know what had
driven him to go through that shitty neighborhood, but in a second he wouldn’t
regret it.
There was a knock on his window. He had parked by a building and was thinking
everything out. He didn’t know whether he wanted to tell Chris how sorry he was
or go ahead and get his shit and get out of their apartment. He rolled down the
window and he peeked outside to see who was disturbing his thinking.
“I see you’re waiting out here, sugar. What’s the matter? Afraid to ask for
company?” the male voice teased. The man was dolled up. His blonde hair was in
curls that looked really soft and perfect. His smirk had white rows of teeth
that were just as perfect as the rest of him. His cheekbones were high and
pale, the light illuminating them and make them look like the rarest and finest
porcelain. His eyes were hard to look away from, like emeralds where they stood
out. And his lips. That was what Peter thought was most tempting. They were
glossed, but Peter could tell that it was cleat. They were a pale pink color
that he knew would turn red around his hard –
He couldn’t let himself be tempted. Not only was this stupid, it was illegal.
He wouldn’t risk being put in jail for solicitation just to get a quick fuck.
Yet, he felt reckless and he wanted to feel that rush. He opened the door and
let the man in. The guy climbed in and he leaned close to Peter. His lips were
millimeters away from Peter’s, but he knew that he could only look until he
paid up.
“How much?” Peter asked, reaching for his wallet in his jacket pocket. He swore
he that he had $300 in there. That was about good enough to cover it. He was
counting the money inside when the stranger whispered into his ear.
“Well, now that your wallets all lit up, you’re gonna wanna wear it out, huh?”
he smirked. It sent a shiver down Peter’s spine, earning a chuckle from the
blonde that was nearly in his lap. The man behind the wheel turned to look at
the prostitute and whisper something else back.
“I have half the mind to push you into the back seat and fuck you where you
land.”
“I’d like to see you try, big boy. The only problem is the next pig will be
circling the block  in a few minutes and I doubt neither of us will want to
explain to your boyfriend what happened when he tries to bail you out, now will
we?” Isaac teased. Peter shot him a wide eyed look. The prostitute tapped the
picture that was ever present in his wallet. It was a recent picture of him and
Chris after they went camping for their honeymoon. It was a success and the sex
was way better outdoors. Guilt washed over Peter again and he felt like he
should push the guy out of his car, go home, and apologize to Chris for being
an ass. If he’d take him back.
Peter killed that thought before it could become an action. He looked at the
man and looked at his lips. He pulled him close and catches his lips in a
passionate kiss. Fireworks flew and it felt like heaven had become human and
was kissing him back. His tongue forced into the other’s mouth and mapped out
the inside of his mouth. A moan was ripped from his throat and the prostitute
started to rub the palm of his hand on his erection. He was turning to kiss up
the stranger’s neck before he stopped dead.
“What’s that?” he asked, pointing to the bruise on his chin.
“None of your damn business, that’s what,” the stranger hissed, trying to get
out of the care. His shirt rode up, revealing more scars. They lined his back
and they had a zigzagged pattern.
“Wait!”
“What the fuck do you want?!” the man screeched into the night air.
“What’s your name?” Peter asked, obviously concerned for the other person. The
person scoffed and he snarled.
“It’s Camden.” It was Peter’s turn to scoff. He gave a little snort and looked
at the annoyed man.
“Okay, now tell me your real name?” he said softly. He noticed the kid shuffled
back into the seat and he looked down.
“It’s Isaac, sir. I’m a submissive,” he whispered.
“Well, then Isaac. I’m going to protect you. You don’t have to be afraid,”
Peter whispered, putting his hand on the boy’s shoulder. The kid broke down and
pressed himself into Peter’s body. He weeped there until he finally fell
asleep. Peter clipped the seatbelt in and called Chris. His boyfriend/Dom was
shocked to hear his story and said he’d make up the guest room. It was a new
beginning for the teen.
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Isaac sat up in the bed, breathing heavily. His chest was heaving and he felt
like his heart would jump right out of it if he let it. Another nightmare
averted,he sighed. He knew he was about to have on eabout his father and he
shut it out as quick as he could. He tried to keep quiet, not wanting to wake
his sleeping Dom. They had taken a nap, gotten up for lunch, read while Scott
finished some papers required for college, and then they had dinner with
Melissa. Isaac then wanted to sleep in Scott’s bed, but the Dom thought he
needed space.  After he weighed the pros and cons of the whole situation, Scott
finally budged and pushed back the duvet and letting his sub slip in. He kissed
his curls and nuzzled the nape of his neck, letting him fall asleep up before
McCall’s exhaustion got the better of his body. It was progress, but it wasn’t
enough. Isaac felt lost and confused once he had awoken.
The man slid out from under the boy’s arm that was slung over his waist and he
creeped away. He stubbed his toe on the end of them bed, biting his tongue so
he wouldn’t yelp or curse. He continued to walk until he hit a squeaky
floorboard. He stopped, taking his weight off the floorboard and looking at
Scott. The Dom stirred in his sleep and he sniffled. His grunts were small and,
once again, he was out like a light. Isaac would have let the breath that he
was holding out if he was so ready to be liberated from the room. It was like
the oxygen was being sucked out of the room. He was suffocating and he needed
to get out of that room. Now.
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Scott rolled over and onto Isaac’s original side of the bed. He didn’t sense
anything wrong. He was still dazed and he was wondering if it was just a dream
he wasn’t out of yet. But when he opened his eyes, he sat up in the bed quick.
Where did Isaac go? He was next to me last night,Scott worried. His side of the
bed was cold and the pillow had a faint indent of where his head had laid when
he entered the bed last night. He was confused but he shot up immediately.
What if Gerard had come to his house and taken Isaac as soon as he laid eyes on
him?Scott tensed and he nearly went tumbling out of the bed, in a hurry to go
find his lost sub. He was berating himself as soon as he hit the door, calling
himself a “thoughtless bastard” and a “shitty Dom.” He wanted to punch himself,
but right now, he had to find Isaac.
“Isaac!” Scott yelled as soon as he stepped over his bedroom’s threshold and
into the corridor. He was hurrying down the hall, running to check Isaac’s
room. He turned the knob and pushed in. He was nearly stricken with a heart
attack when he saw that the bed was perfectly made, no change to the room since
Isaac left it the other day.
He didn’t shut the door when he shot out of the room and further down the
hallway. He was panicking, trying to find the one person that almost mattered
more to him than his own mother. He turned the corner, knocking on the bathroom
door and pushing in. He let out a frustrated growl. Isaac wasn’t in there
either.
He was ready to scream when he saw a slumped figure in the corner of his eye.
His eyes widened and he nearly tripped over his feet trying to run towards it.
He slowed though, knowing that it’d be a stupid idea to ambush Isaac in the
state. He stopped walking when he was about half a foot from the sub. He stood
in front of him, not knowing what to say next.
“Isaac?” he croaked, testing the waters. He knew that some subs were nervous
and uncomfortable about urges and their submissiveness, but Isaac has been
doing this for years. It’s something deeper than nervousness. Scott could put
his finger on it like it was tangible.
It was fear, an emotion uncontrollable if you bottle it up and let it over take
you. Scott knew the feeling all too well.
Chapter End Notes
     The line from where Isaac said, "Well, now that you're wallets all
     lit up, you're gonna wanna wear it out, huh?" is from the song
     "Hustle Rose" by Metric. I was going to write a song fic for it and I
     just decided to use it as the origin of Isaac and Peter's friendship.
     Thanks for all the Kudos, hits, subscriptions, and comments! They are
     really appreciated! Thanks for reading and I'll see you next chapter!
***** I Know You're Faking Just a Little Bit *****
Chapter Summary
     Scott and Isaac agree upon a new arrangement and Peter has some new
     news for Isaac.
Chapter Notes
     Hi! Happy Turkey Day! To people that don't live in the United States,
     it's a normal day. I made Thanksgiving dinner this year and I felt so
     accomplished, I wrote a new chapter! I am so satisfied with this.
     So, while you are possibly in a turkey-induced coma, I shall leave
     you with this!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The sub immediately launched his body into Scott’s arms. He was weeping and
heaving large breaths. “I’m so sorry, Master! Please forgive me!” he wept. He
was a mess, face completely stained with tears and his nose was running.
“What do you mean forgive you? Isaac, you’ve done nothing wrong,” Scott said,
his voice sinking and his heart breaking at every sniffle. He sunk to floor and
settled on his knees, the broken man in his lap. He felt helpless and he wished
he could stop the tears from coming.
“Yes, I did! I nearly let you drown! I let those subs touch me!” he screamed.
Scott’s face drained of blood. What did that sick son of a bitch do to him?
“Isaac, it’s me, Scott. I am not him nor will I ever be. I will never hurt you
and I am sorry for spanking you, puppy! I am really sorry! I should be
apologizing,” Scott pleaded. He clung to his hurt sub and cried into his neck.
He was angry and ashamed and scared. He was angry at Isaac’s previous Dom for
hurting him. He had beaten and abused him and had broken him. Scott was ashamed
with himself for not noticing sooner. He felt like shit and he was berating
himself again for his carelessness. Most of all, Scott was scared. He was
scared of Gerard. He was scared of his competency as a Dominant and he was
terrified at messing up again. It’s been two strikes already. The third time he
messes up, there would be no turning back.
“I know you’re not him,” Isaac’s small voice creaked. He was shivering and he
was shocked at how Scott had let his emotions go. The Doms he had previously
been associated with thought crying was a weakness. It was like giving up all
control and being worthless. When he saw that Scott had broken down, he felt a
little safer. The Dom was still young and he had a lot to learn. It was better
for him to make mistakes now, rather than deal with them later in the
agreement.
“Pup, I want you to go get you a pair of comfortable clothes and take a shower.
After you’re done, I should have breakfast ready,” Scott whispered once he
gained composure. His sub nodded and he let go of Scott. He clasped the younger
man’s hand before heading down the hall and getting his clothes. When Isaac was
out of view, Scott got up and turned the corner. He rushed down that hall and
jogged down the steps. He wanted breakfast to be done like he said.
Scott had pulled out bacon from the fridge and went to grab some eggs. He was
beating the eggs when he stopped and listened. The shower was still running and
there was only the noise of Isaac humming something. He didn’t know what it
was, but it was somewhat sensual and he knew it was an intimate moment. He
stopped eavesdropping and went back to cooking.
He stopped again. Something wasn’t right. He knew that Isaac was safe upstairs
and he was taking a good shower that was well needed. But he wanted to slowly
fix and mend the situation that they found themselves in. He brainstormed,
frying bacon and making pancakes. He had finally put the French toast on when
he finally came to a conclusion. He stared at the pillow beside his chair at
the kitchen table. He knew exactly what to do.
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Isaac grabbed the towel off of the rack and start to towel off. He was rubbing
up and down his thighs, wondering what Scott was doing downstairs. He said he
was making breakfast and that he would be done by the time that the sub hopped
out of the shower. He was finished toweling off and it was eerily quiet from
what he could hear with his ear pressed up against the door. He grabbed his
clothes and pulled them on one-by-one, trying to stay quiet so he could still
hear any movement going on downstairs.
He pulled his boxers on. Actually, it was Scott’s and the other man was slim in
his waist and hips. The boxer’s fit snuggly against his cock, rubbing at its
sensitive tip. Isaac moaned as he moved around to pull on a pair of basketball
shorts. He stopped however, not wanting come in his pants and bring out Scott’s
natural possessiveness when he would see that his sub had come in hisboxer
shorts.
He had stopped humming after all his clothing was on. He had been humming a
song that some of his other friends at the agency would sing before they were
sent out with a Dom. It was a song that wasn't all that old and was really
erotic and perfect. It got them in a mood that was tempting to anyone that came
within a close radius, whether it was a Dom, sub, or switch. He was picking at
his brain trying to find the name of that certain song. Oh yeah.
Come on Closer by Jem. I always loved that song.Isaac thought to himself,
before stepping out of the humid bathroom into the slightly cooler hallway. He
walked down the hallway and stopped by his room and went over to the vanity
mirror. He sat down on the chair and combed through his damp curls. He stared
at the mirror and he thought to himself. What did Scott have up his sleeve?
Speaking of Scott, what in the hell was he doing downstairs? It was still quiet
as it was before he left the bathroom. The only sound that was made throughout
the manor was the sound of the brush going through his hair and the coffeemaker
dripping hot brew. It smelled like heaven down there.
“Well, better get down,” he said to himself before he left the mirror behind.
He closed the bedroom door behind him and roamed down the hall to find Scott in
the dining room, but not in his usual spot at the table. There he was, kneeling
on Isaac’s pillow in perfect posture and submission.
“Uh, Scott, what are you doing?” the sub asks his Dom before he squats down
next to him to meet eye-to-eye. The younger man looked at the blonde and
smiled.
“What do you mean, sir?” Scott smirked as he stared into his Dom’sperfect eyes.
He licked his lips, wanting to taste his mouth, but he restrained himself. He
was supposed to be submitting to him, not jumping him like a wild animal.
“I mean, why are you kneeling on my pillow?”
“Well, it’s like this, Isaac, and hear me out on this one. We obviously have
been having trouble with our relationship as Dom and sub. Everything hasn’t
been going as we both planned it and I know we really shouldn’t have expected
anything. It hasn’t been working and I want to make sure that both parties are
enjoying themselves, not feeling obligated to please the other. So, I figured
you’d like to be in control once in a while. I want to be submissive to someone
and you are the best match for me. Now, that doesn’t mean that we won’t switch
roles again after some time. It will probably be like that. I feel like I can
trust you with my needs. So, what do you think?”
“Wait a second. What makes you think that we could possibly pull it off? I’m
naturally submissive and you’re obviously very dominant,” Isaac asked, already
worried about the situation. He wanted to take Scott’s offer and get it going.
But he didn’t want to take a chance and draw any prying eyes or gossiping lips.
It would be social suicide, one that would be unbearable for all parties
involved. That meant if Scott and Isaac went down, so did Melissa McCall, her
fashion company, Sweet Submission, and every employee that ever graced it’s
presence.
“That’s what I also wanted to touch on. I heard mom talking to Erica before we
came to get you. She said that you were headstrong and very dominant even
though you were a submissive. There was even a joke between her, Peter, and me
about if you hadn’t been documented as a sub, I would kneel to you at a snap of
your fingers. I’m submissive to others and I was supposed to be classified as a
switch. I don’t know what happened, but it did,” Scott answered honestly. He
sat up on his knees and took Isaac’s face into his hands. The blonde switch
kissed him firmly on the lips, reassuring him that he understood.
“Okay, I accepted. But how are we going to tell your mom?” Isaac asked.
“I already mentioned to her that this was something that I wanted to try if you
agreed. It shouldn’t be that hard to explain to her if we come to that point.”
“Good. Now I want you to kneel on the pillow like a good boy,” Isaac chuckled
into his ear. Scott smirked and kneeled back onto his pillow while Isaac made
them a plate and some coffee. They sat there, eating in a peaceful silence and
reading a newspaper or a book. Once they finished, they played some video games
and watching any movie that was found on the bookcase. They laughed and smiled
and it felt right.
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Hello.The voice on the other side of the line answered. Peter smiled and he
spoke brightly.
“Hi, I’m looking for an adorable pup that has ran away from home. He’s pretty
tall with long, gangly limbs. I can’t seem to keep up with the poor thing,”
Peter chuckled, faking a southern belle accent. The person on the other line
laughed openly, but quieted down when he felt Scott stirring where he was
pressed against his hip. He shushed the younger man and ran his fingers through
his hair. He settled back down before he went back to talking.
“Hey, Peter. How’s everyone at the agency? Not causing trouble I hope,” Isaac
smiled as he talked on the phone.
“It’s all good. Boyd is handling everything perfectly. Chris is away on
business. Everyone is perfect but I have some awesome news to tell you. And
before you scold me about this, I got full permission to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“Well, because they have been going strong for over a year, Stiles and Derek
decided to go through a collaring ceremony,” Peter gasped, utterly happy that
one of his own was settling down. Collaring was like getting engaged. It was
big because if you were lucky, that was the person you would spend the rest of
your life with. It was a joyous and usually private occasion.  Isaac froze and
then broke out in a grin. He slowly picked up Scott’s head and placed it on a
pillow. He slipped out of the bed, avoiding the creaking floorboards and
stepping outside the rooms. He cracked open the door and he peeked inside to
see if Scott was still asleep. When he was perfectly content, he continued to
freak out and gossip.
“Oh my God, that’s amazing! Is it a private ceremony? Should I get them a gift?
What do you think they would like?” he shrieked and jumped up and down softly. 
He was persistent in not disturbing his sub. His sub –that was amazing to say.
It was easy rolling off the tongue.
“Slow down, sugar. Yes, it is private, but they want to come see us. We’re
having a reception for them next week. I think that Doctor Who Tardis bookcase
Stiles has been eyeing should be an awesome gift for you to give. We all have a
bunch of other stuff. Do you think Scott would mind if you came here next
Tuesday?”
“Oh, I know we’re coming,” Isaac says abruptly. Peter was taken aback by how
sure he was.
“Isaac, is there something you want to explain to me? You sounded really sure
that you were coming,” Peter asked suspiciously. Isaac gulped and he pulled at
his shirt collar. He wasn’t ready to tell his mentor about their reverse
arrangement. He would save that for another time when Scott was ready.
“I’ll explain next Tuesday. I was planning to visit anyway and Scott said I
could come over twice a month, so it shouldn’t be much of a problem.  I got to
go. Scott and I want to make lunch for us and his mom. She has this one day
off,” Isaac hesitated.
“Okay, I’ll let you go. Bye, Pup. I’ll see you next week,” Peter said, slightly
unconvinced. He wanted to press forward and asked more questions. It wasn’t his
place, though. He let it go and went about his time.
“Bye, Petey. See you then.” They hung up the phone and then went about their
days. It was going to be a long week preparing for the ceremony. They needed to
figure out how everything will go. It would be a long week until the reception.
It didn’t seem like enough time.
Chapter End Notes
     The song I mentioned ("Come on Closer" by Jem/ I love her other songs
     too) is really good! But it's funny. My parents let me sing that song
     when they were out of earshot when I was about 6 or 7 years old (not
     too long ago. I'm 13 now.)
     Listening to it while writing this chapter made me understand why!
     It's really suggestive! If you want to understand why, listen to the
     song for yourself.
     Okay, thanks for reading and for all the Kudos, subscriptions, hits,
     and comments and I will see you next time!
***** Come On and Taste it *****
Chapter Summary
     Deaton tells Melissa some distressing news.
Chapter Notes
     In advance, sorry that it's short! I got ZenWriter and copy and paste
     is not an option, plus if you delete something and want to retrieve
     it, it won't let you! So, I had to post one scene. Plus, I have a
     bunch of stuff I need to attend to.
     It sucks balls right now!
     Oh, and sorry for the vulgar language
See the end of the chapter for more notes
There was a knocking at the front door. It was a calm knocking, teh sound
resonating throughout the manor in perfectly timed intervals. It was a
satisfactory temperature outside, yet it was dropping by the hour. It was
arounf 65 degrees and 7 o'clock in the morning when Melissa finally answered
the door.
"Alan, it's a little early for visits," Melissa jokes. The dark skinned man
chuckled and offered a weak smile. Dr. Alan Deaton was a friend of the McCall
family. He looked out for the family of two and paid for an apartment to set
them up in when Jack left them with nothing. He was Dominant, but he treated
subs as equals. He didn't see himself as more than just a man
"It's urgent. I wasn't going to wake you until it was the appropriate time to
tell you this," Alan answered. "Is it all right if I come in?"
"Yeah, sure. Take a seat in the den. I'll just get us some coffee," the woman
permitted, stepping aside to let the veterinarian in. She shut the door once he
fully crossed over the threshold and hurried off to the kitchen. She wanted to
get back to him as fast as she could. The last time Deaton came by at an
ungodly hour, he tolder her that Jack had drained all of her accounts and left
her broke and to raise a 10 year old on her own. As she stared at the coffee
maker, she wondered what about what had happened all those years ago.
All she could remember was simple, yet complicated things that happened to her
and Scott that changed their way of life forever. Jack's mental and physical
abuse escalated took a turn for the worse. She would have a black eye that was
painful when she concealed it and a busted lip that even the reddest of
lipstick couldn't hide. Scott would have bruises on his arms, legs, and chest
that would only darken for an extended period of time before finally fading.
They were later replaced by new ones. He had left her for a creepy, kinky
painslut that most likely had an STD. She was, in fact, a low priced call girl
that Jack would go to if Melissa was too beat up to participate in his brutal
power play.
As the last drop of coffee dripped into the pot, she thought about how lucky
she was to have an amazing son and Alan as the perfect Dom that would attend to
her needs. She poured the hot coffee into the mugs before dropping in almond
milk and sugar and placing them on a tray. She walked the mugs into the den and
gave Deaton one of them. He nodded his thanks and took a sip.
"So, what's going on?" she asked as she sat down into an empty armchair across
from Alan. 
"Talia, my secretary, got some news from the DA this morning. She called me
about it and passed on the message," he started, sighing into his mug and
sitting farther back into his chair. "It was urgent news and she abandoned
sleep just to call me about it. "
"Well, then. Spit it out!" Melissa worried, nibbling at the corner of her
bottom lip.
"Jack's sentence is up. He's set to be released next week," the veterinarian
sighed. Melissa eyes widened and she dropped her mug onto the carpet. The hot
liquid splashes over the floor and leaked onto the hardwood. It would ruin it,
but Melissa didn't care about that right now. The world shattered around the
woman like mirrors. Her skin went pale and she felt like there wasn't enough
oxygen in the room.
She knew that he would be after her. Despite the fact that he was under maximum
security, Melissa knew Jack had people on the outside, tailing and watching her
like a hawk. 
"How much time do you think it will take to pack everything up and get the hell
out of Beacon Hills?" Melissa croaked after an agonizing silence. Deaton's eyes
widened and he stood up. He walked over to where the sub was sitting. He
kneeled by her and took her chin softly in his hand. Alan turned her head and
looked deep into her eyes. Her eyes were like the flood gates with the amount
of tears that threatened to fall.
"Melissa, don't tell me that you're gonna let that bastard win?"
"Who said anything by winning! Is my life a game to you?" Melissa hissed
between her teeth. Her face was sour with disgust and she could feel the bile
coming up her throat.  "I;m not going to lie down and let that sick son-of-a-
bitch take what I've worked for!"
"Think clearly, Mel. Is it really worth it?" Alan asked. The woman looked at
him with fire in her eyes and she stood up. The sub towered over the Dom, who
was still kneeling.
"Is it worth it?! You tell me if it's worth! I spent my whole life in love with
that man. I wanted to marry him and raise a giant family, filled with kids,
laughter, and love. Then he decided to collar me, and that 's when all shit hit
the fan!" Melissa barks. "He beat me and my child. Jack struck terror into my
heart and made me feel like screaming wasn't good enough. It was like I was
wasting my breath crying out for help. He made me feel like a prisoner with a
collar around my throat!" Deaton stared up at her with shock. He had never
heard her yell at anyone, especially not him.
"Then he finds this slut that likes it rough. He left me for a prostitute that
he would go to when he got tired of me! For all I know, they could have kids
and she could be living in luxury right now. They wouldn't know what it's like
to be under someone's fist most of your life!" Melissa was trembling and
shaking. The air was stuck in her throat and she didn't know what to do. Alan
tried to stand up and hug her. She caught him by his shoulders and forced him
back down. Once she had him pinned, she hissed at him.
"You don't know shit until you look into the eyes of someone you love and know
that those very eyes were staring back in disgust." Melissa stopped shaking,
anger dissapating from her body. She got up from where she had pinned the
doctor down. He got up and followed her out of the den and to the front door.
"I think you should leave," she whispered in a hoarse voice, opening the door.
Alan nodded and saw himself out, noticing that Melissa was falling apart bit-
by-bit. He just wish that he had the authority and power to help her through
it.
Chapter End Notes
     Again, it's short but powerful.
     Thanks for reading and I'll see you next time! I really need to go to
     bed!
     Bye!
***** Just Get Excited 'Cuz You're Giving it *****
Chapter Summary
     Melissa leaves a note, Victoria pays Chris a visit, and Isaac asserts
     his dominance.
Chapter Notes
     Hi everyone! Couple things to announce. I get out for Winter Break
     the 20th, so I might be able to update a couple times this holiday.
     Second, I might decide to crosspost this story somewhere else. Third,
     I'm pretty sick and I'm posting this.
     So, enjoy this!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Scott came trotting down the stairs. He had had a good night sleep and it was
the best in a good week. His worries over Isaac were finally realized and
extinguished. He felt better that he never had to worry about hurting him. He
could learn what his lover liked and then, when they would switch back into
their beginning roles, he can begin to perform them. He entered the kitchen
only to see that his mother had already made breakfast. It was still piping hot
which meant that she hadn’t left but only a few minutes ago. He was fixing his
Dom a plate when he noticed a letter stuck to the counter. He gave it a
peculiar look and looked back up the stairs. Isaac wouldn’t wake up for another
moment. He said that he could come down here and get their breakfast ready if
he wanted to, so he couldn’t get punished for taking his time. He snatched the
note up from where it was neatly folded and stuck on the island and began to
read it.
                           Dear Scott and/or Isaac,
Something came up at the office, and I’m sorry that I had to run. It was pretty
  urgent, for my secretary’s rushed and frantic speech told me so. As you can
 see, I already had breakfast prepared. What I’m actually writing this letter
 for is that Dr. Deaton came by last night and he had some… unsettling news to
deliver. I need you guys to meet me for lunch at the diner in town, not too far
 from the lacrosse field.  It’s something so serious that I couldn’t possibly
write it in a letter. Also, Scott, grab your admission papers to UCLA. We need
   to talk about those too. Please, whatever you do, do not answer the door
       without looking at the security cameras first. This is critical.
                             Love always, Melissa
Scott looked at the note like it had offended him. The handwriting was sloppy,
and the ink was smudged in places. This was a serious thing. He had to tell
Isaac. He needed to calm down. This was serious, yes, but it wasn’t worth
having a horrible panic or asthma attack over it. He would wait until Isaac
would come down for breakfast and then he will explain everything to him. He
just needed to brew some coffee and wait it out.
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A knock sounded at the condo that was owned by Peter and Chris. They had moved
in a while after Chris had left his wife, Victoria. It was pretty big with its
two bathrooms, three bedrooms, and a decent sized kitchen. It’s living room was
the perfect size for the constant get-togethers that they would host for other
friends and business partners. They were a real social pair, Peter and Chris.
Chris was the one to answer the door, taken aback by who was waiting for him.
“Hello, Chris,” the twisted woman said at the door. It was Victoria Argent. She
had on a slinky, cut-out dress, with a collar and a leash hanging from her
neck. Her hair was a red color and she was wearing makeup out the ass. It
wasn’t heavy. It was just… much.
“Victoria, come in,” Chris said calmly, his shock boiled down a couple notches.
He was still on shaky ground when it came to her. He still loved her but not
like he used to. He had met Peter after using their services when their
marriage was crumbling and he had an event, and he hasn’t turned back since. He
loved them both, but Peter was the one he was meant for. Allison was a little
sour, but she eventually realized that it was for the better. Chris stepped
aside, and he let the woman in. Her Mary Jane heels clicked and clanked on the
floor as she entered the room.
“So,” she begun, “still fucking the guy that ruined our marriage, I see?”
“I’m not fucking anyone,” Chris hissed through clenched teeth. Chris hated how
Victoria said that he and Peter were just fucking for the fun of it. He had
moved on from her and had found a better relationship.
“Oh!” Victoria cheered as her face lit up. “So, you came to your senses and
kicked that piece of ass out to the curve.”
Chris smirked at his former sub, “No, I’m bonded to him. He is my sub, now. His
beautiful ass is mine to spank and lick.” Victoria’s face soured at the
details, and her nose scrunched. She hated how every time that she would talk
to him, Chris would reveal another detail of their sex life to her. She didn’t
even know why she dealt with him. Oh yeah. She did it for Allison. The girl
wanted them on good terms, but no one told her that good terms were hard to
come by. Chris’ smirk was deeper this time around, and he felt like he had one
a battle in a war. Now, it was time to deliver the final blow to her ego.
“Well,” Victoria hissed, “I hope you like the STD you got from that skank. But
that’s actually beside the point, Chris. You see, I came to make an offer.”
“Oh,” Chris’ eyebrow arched, “and what is that?” Victoria smiled a devilish
smirk and stepped into her ex-husband’s personal space. She led him to a couch
in the living room and pushed him down into it. Victoria straddled his lap. She
grinded on him, trying to get the response that she had wanted for so long.
“You fuck me,” she tempted, “and I’ll leave you alone.” She started to do a
little dance in Chris’ lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned
down to kiss him only to catch the stubble on his cheek.
“No, thanks. I have a perfect sub, and you don’t seem to fit into that
description, Victoria,” Chris smiled, pushing her off his lap effectively. She
landed with a thud on the couch, and her shackles were up now.
“You can’t fucking deny me! You need me!” Victoria yelled and hissed. She was
up and off the couch in an instant, taking long strides to stand in front of
the Dom that rejected her only a moment ago. Her chest was up against his,
heaving while his was at a steady pace of his breathing. He was in her face and
he answered calmly.
“And what in the hell makes you think that?”
“I know what you don’t. You better watch that pup of yours and his Dom
carefully. You never know what could happen to them,” Victoria smirked. Chris
face was pale, and Victoria’s was covered with satisfaction. She leaned in and
whispered in his ears softly.
“Jack’s back.”
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Melissa was fidgeting as she waited for her son to make his way to the diner.
She was stressed out and irritated, her drawing hand visibly showing this fact.
She would try to draw something in her sketch pad, only for it to end up a
jumbled mess and in the garbage. Melissa spent all day trying to find the
appropriate way to tell her son the painful news. He was bringing Isaac too,
who had been in the same past as Scott did. An abusive family was a parallel
episode in both their stories. The difference is Scott’s father came back.
“Mom, what’s up?” Scott asked, snapping his mother effectively snapping his
mother out of her daydream. He had his hand entwined with Isaac’s who had an
equally worried look on his face.
“Scott, Isaac, I’m glad you could make it,” Melissa smiled loosely. “Come on,
take a seat. I hope you like Shepherd’s pie, Isaac.” The switch nodded and
smiled the best he could. He squeezed his sub’s hand and got a squeeze in
return. They slid into their seats and waited for the waiter to bring their
order. Isaac ordered two cups of tea for them with cream and sugar, then he
turned back to Melissa. She took a bite of the pie and chewed it slowly. Once
she swallowed, she began.
“I asked you to come here because this is a public place. This is a serious
matter, and I’m going to call everyone at Sweet Submissionto tell them about
it,” she began. “Yesterday, Alan came to the house at the crack of dawn with
something important.” Scott’s face fell. He knew Deaton was his mom’s Dom when
she needed it, but he would only come by during the early mornings to give bad
news.
She continued, saying, “We sat down for coffee, and we chatted for a bit. He
started with this big buildup of how his secretary had called him at a shitty
time of night and how she was frantic in her speech. He beats around the bush
for a good minute before he actually says what he needs to say.” Melissa laid
her hands on the table, beckoning them to take her hand. They both reached out,
grasping her hands tightly and squeezing them. Their lunch and tea lay
forgotten on the table and cooled as the grim mood settled.
“Scott,” Melissa broke off, a tear cascading its way down her tan cheek, “your
father is back. He’s getting out next week. I need you to take Isaac up with
you when you go to UCLA.” Scott face was shocked stone. Isaac was confused, and
he felt left out.
“What? How? Why?” Scott babbled, his grip on his mother’s hand tightening and
his other hand taking its place on Isaac’s bicep. It was like he was holding on
for dear life. He had avoided his father for almost a decade, and now it all
came crashing down around him. He felt the need to protect his mom and her new
happiness with Alan. He needed to protect Isaac.
“I have no idea. You need to pack your stuff up,” Melissa ordered. “I’m having
Finstock take you up to the university. You’re going to stay in the apartments
across from the university, you’re gaining early admission.”
“No, I’m not leaving you behind.”
“Scott, it’s the only way.”
“Then what about all of Isaac’s friends and family. What are they going to say
when they find out that he and his switch skip town without telling them?”
Scott argued back. “His best friend, Stiles and his Dom, Derek, are having a
collaring ceremony tomorrow. We can’t miss it.”
“They know already. I would never ship you out without telling them, and I’d be
damned if I’m letting him miss this important step in his friends’ lives. Now,
sit your ass down!” Melissa hissed back. Her and Scott were standing up and
giving each other the stink eye. Isaac was taken aback by Melissa’s forward
attitude. Sure, you needed that when you lived in a world where Doms were the
top shit and the bread runners, but a sub was usually passive and strong.
Melissa had fight in her, and she wasn’t backing down. Isaac gripped their arms
tight, catching their attention again. They saw the look on his face, a look
that asserted dominance.
“You both need to chill the hell out! Jack sees you like this, and he knows
that he’s won. Stop being at odds, stop fighting, and you both need to sit your
asses back in that seat!” Isaac ordered. Asses met seats and looks were
exchanged. Neither of them knew that the shy switch had that much bass in his
voice and never knew that he had dominance in his words. They all calmed down,
exchanging very few looks when they weren’t chewing cold pie and drinking
disgustingly, chilled tea.
“I’m sorry for that,” Isaac apologized.
“No,” Melissa said, stopping him, “we needed that. Thank you.”
“No thanks needed.” They fell into another silence and thought about their
situation together. Everything was shaky, and they all wanted to let the world
pass them by. Scott finally spoke up after finishing his second helping and
turned to the both of them.
“Are we going to UCLA then?” he asked his Dom. Isaac turned to him and gave him
a considerate look. He wanted to stay here and be with his family, but this
wasn’t a good time for that. They had to leave, and they needed to go now.
“That seems for the best.”
“Then it’s settle,” Melissa said. “We’ll talk with everyone this afternoon, and
then, I can call up Finstock.” She called for the check and paid. They all
gathered their stuff and headed their separate ways. Scott and Isaac went to
pack everything they had up, and Melissa went to make a few calls.
Chapter End Notes
     BAMF!Isaac and BAMF!Melissa are my favorites! Thanks for reading and
     I will see you next time.
***** Come and See *****
Chapter Summary
     A collaring ceremony is explained, Finstock bickers with Isaac and
     Scott, Isaac finally talks with Ms. Morrell, a flashback, and Melissa
     is not as timid as she lets on.
Chapter Notes
     That's a lot for a single chapter! Hey, everyone! I hope you like
     this chapter! I spent two hours on it and it was a lot of thinking
     that went into it.
     Oh, and it's 11PM and this isn't beta'd, so all mistakes are mine!
     So, without delay, here is the new chapter!
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“That was an amazing ceremony,” Scott smiled to Isaac. It was a lavish
occasion. Derek and Stiles were officially bonded now, and it was a beautiful
site. They were joined for eternity in front of everyone at the agency, some of
Derek’s other relatives and Stiles’ dad, John. They had rushed out a couple
minutes after the actual ceremony. In a bonding ritual, after all the vows were
exchanged and the sub or switch collared, they need to have intercourse in
order for it to be properly completed. Time was a factor, and they didn’t waste
any.
The ceremony traditionally took place in a Haven. A Haven was a place that
people would go to in order to get the proper documentation for their role
assignment. There a temporary collar that was given to a sub or switch would be
removed. The Dom had any choice of marking the column of the neck or leaving it
untouched. In this case, Derek left bruise free.
Then, the officiator will have a legal stamp pressed on the permanent collar
that the Dom chose beforehand and give it to the sub. The sub would then unlock
it with a key, and they would put the key on a necklace for the Dom. The Dom
would then take that key, place off to the side, and then would put the collar
snug on the sub’s neck. Once they’ve finished their role, the sub would then
take the key necklace, unclasp it, and then clasp it on their Dom or switch’s
neck.
The officiator will read them their vows, let whosoever protest shut the hell
up or say something, and then pronounce them bonded.
“Yeah, it was,” Isaac smiled. “Kind of reminds me of Chris and Peter’s
ceremony.” It was a small smile. He was leaving. The town he grew up in was now
going to be a distant memory. He had to go and find a safer place at UCLA.
Scott and Isaac were going to stay with Ms. Morrell. She was an old associate
of Dr. Deaton and would sometimes keep in touch. She had offered them a place
to stay if they needed to. She sounded like a stern Switch, but he knew that
was a façade for what was really going on. She had a sketchy past with the
Argents. She subbed for Gerard, Kate, and was supposed to for Chris. The law of
the land stated that if a sub was passed to someone that was reluctant to take
them in a family, they were free. That’s what happened.
Chris gave her the key to her temporary collar, and he set her free. She
forever owed him a debt which he would always decline.
"I didn’t want them to control anyone anymore,” he would tell her when she
would bring it up. “You had a future, and I was going to make damned sure that
you used it wisely.”
“I said goodbye to everyone,” Isaac admitted. “We should probably go.” Scott
nodded, and he let Isaac place his hand on the nape of his neck. A squeeze set
them on their way to the car. All of their stuff was packed and ready to be
taken. Finstock waited outside, smoking a cigarette and readjusting his one
testicle. When Scott cleared his throat in disgust, Finstock stopped fondling
himself and let his cigarette drop out his mouth. He stomped it out, and then
he gave his full attention.
“You ready?” he asked. “The road to UCLA is a bitch when it’s a Saturday.”
“Absolutely,” Scott answered back, sliding to the back. He beckoned Isaac to
come sit back there with him. Once the other man got into the seat, the window
that separated the front from the back slid down.
Finstock lit a cigarette and coughed, “You might want to sleep. It’s about a
good four hours until we get to a decent hotel and then another two before we
get to where Tesler is staying.”
“Ms. Morrell’s real name is Tesler?” Scott asked confused. “I thought it
Constance.”
“I don’t know,” Finstock whined. “Do you really think I keep track of that
shit?” He puffed his cigarette, annoyance evident in the way he exhaled.
Isaac spoke up, “You know that’s bad for you?”
“Oh, this. My grandfather lived to be 98 years old.”
“Smoking?”
“Minding his own damn business!” Finstock spat at Isaac, taking another drag.
Scott glared at him. He was a sub at the moment, yes, but he knew that he had
every right to be pissed. He wanted to shove his foot so far up Bobby’s ass,
Scott would be predict when Finstock would get a stomach ulcer.
 
Scott retorted, “Didn’t he also lose his left nut, too, Cupcake?” He saw how
the older man’s skin paled and snickered to himself. That’s when the window was
rolled up and when Isaac lost his shit.
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"Hello, this is Constance.”
“Hi, Ms. Morrell,” Isaac answered. “I’m Isaac Lahey.” He could hear the smile
on the other line.
“Hello, sweetheart. What gives me the pleasure?” she smiled. She had heard a
lot about this man, and she was willing to give them a room in her house.
Constance has only saw pictures of him, though. She just wanted to have a
decent conversation with him.
“I want to know more about you, Ms. Morrell,” Isaac blatantly orders. The smile
the person on the other side of the call had faltered. She didn’t take to
kindly to being ordered by someone she barely knew.
“That’s a tall order, sugar,” she bit back. “It’s going to take you a while,
and frankly, the tone of voice you’re holding isn’t going to make this any
easier, so knock it down.”
Isaac smiled. Jackpot. “Okay, I’ll pull back. I tell you about me, and you must
return the favor.” He ran his fingers through his sleeping sub’s hair and cooed
over him.
“Deal. Tell me about your relationship with Scott,” she agreed.
“It’s complicated,” Isaac answered with a sigh. “It was rocky, and I was afraid
the boat would tip over eventually. Then, he came up with a new term of our
contract, and I agreed. So far, it’s been better.” The woman on the other line
accepted the answer. She lowered herself in her bed. Constance was tired, but
this was more important.
“I subbed for the Argent family for most of my life. I was sold to them by my
mother after my dad was killed in combat,” she returned.
“Isn’t that illegal?”
“Now it is, but back then, you could sell your 1 day old infant for a large
sum,” she sighed. Isaac could feel the pain in her words. This was
uncomfortable, and he should stop, but this was interesting.
“I was abused by my father and my previous Dom,” Isaac supplies. “I’m a switch
even though I’m documented as a sub, and I previously worked at Sweet
Submissionin Beacon Hills with my foster parents, Peter Hale and Chris Argent.”
“Chris,” Constance smiled, “had saved me from being passed around any further
like a chew toy. He made me feel like human and helped me get into a university
for teaching. I know teach French, I’m a guidance counselor, and an instructor
of Basic Dom/sub/switch Relationships course at the uni.”
Isaac smiled, “Congrats, Ms. Morrell. I want to be a veterinarian, and Scott
wants to be writer.”
“Thank goodness. You will get along with Max, my Husky-German Shepherd mix. He
likes people that are friendly with other animals,” Constance sighs.
“Ironically,” the switch on the other end, chuckled, “my nickname is Puppy or
Pup.” That gained him a chuckled from the woman. They were off to a good start
so far.
“Have you ever dominated anyone before?” she asked abruptly. She could hear the
gulp on the other side of the line.
“No.”
“Good,” she smiled, “then I have something to teach you both.” The line went
dead, and that left Isaac staring at Scott’s iPhone like it was the weirdest
thing in existence.
Well, that escalated quickly.
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"Chris, it’s yours now. Use it well,” Gerard snickered. He held a leash that
was linked to the collar of one Constance Morrell. He gave his son the key to
her temporary collar and let him lead her up to his bedroom on hands and knees.
The French-Canadian had been in the grasps of the Argents for her whole 18 year
old life. Her mother had sold her, abandoned her to start a life without her.
She was alone and afraid.
Constance had dealt with the constant beatings from Gerard and his harsh pain
play. She had endured the rough, penetrative sex with Kate when she would use
the dildo. She even had to take a few turns with family friends and other
horrifying Doms and subs that kept the family company. She had been through
hell and she had only one moral to live by:
"If you’re going through hell,” he grandparents once told her, “keep going.”
Chris had taken her up to his room. He had stripped her naked and had her wait
there. She was kneeling on a pillow, nude and shivering, before he finally came
back to the room. In his arms were clean clothes that he had bought to stow
away for this very moment. He walked to her and kneeled in front of her. He sat
the clothes into her naked lap and set the key on top of everything. When she
looked up at him with bewilderment, he smiled at her.
"I didn’t want them controlling anyone anymore,” he smiled. “You have a good
future ahead of you, and  I’m going to be damned sure that you use it wisely."
She finally broke down and hugged him close. The tears kept coming, and he held
her through the whole time. Constance then dressed and left the next day. Sure,
Chris did get disowned and kicked out of the house, but he then met Peter. He
had divorced his wife when Allison turned 17 and collared the other man.
Constance went to UCLA, graduated top of her class, and then she became the
most successful switch in history.
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“What do you mean?!” Derek growled. He had Melissa and Stiles behind him,
protecting them from Victoria.
“I mean, asshole, that Jack’s out of prison,” she spat back. Her relationship
with Derek was nonexistent, and if it were, there would be hell to pay and
blood to deposit. She didn’t like the relationship he had carried on with her
ex-sister-in-law and absolutely hated that he was happy again.
“He better back off,” Stiles threatened.
“Or what?” Victoria challenged. “You’re going to talk his ear off? You’re
fucking weak and stupid, kid. I have no idea why Chris, Peter, or even Derek
would think twice about putting up with your shit.” Stiles saw red. He had
dealt with a lot of people calling him names. He had been called a ‘dumb
dipshit’ when everyone knew he had ADHD and called ‘toothpick’ because he
wasn’t as fit as the other subs that the high school.
“He would chew you out and spit you up,” Victoria cackled.
That’s when the final straw was drawn with Stiles, but before he could do
anything though, Melissa had pushed Derek out of the way, reared back, and
suckered punched Victoria. Once she hit the ground, she looked up and saw the
looks above. Derek had a proud smirk, the look of shock etched on Stiles’
freckled face, and Melissa had the world’s strongest death glare. If looks
could kill, her face right now would cause mass genocide.
“That’s where you’re wrong, bitch!” Melissa spat. “Jack is not getting anywhere
near my family. If I ever catch you trying to threaten them, harm them, or even
look at them a certain way beyond two seconds, I will knock your ass out
permanently.” Victoria looked at her with a glare that could almost match her
opponent’s. She got up brushed herself off, and cleared the blood from her
busted lip.
She spat at their feet, making Melissa nearly jump on her. She turned on her
heels and walked off. Melissa had stepped up and won her battle. She wasn’t
afraid of Jack anymore.
He could do anything he wanted because Melissa now knew she could give it back
tenfold. 
Chapter End Notes
     There you go! I slipped in a reference to the comedian Gabriel
     Iglesias, a headcanon back story for Ms. Morrell, and a quote that I
     use sometimes.
     I hope you like it and I will see you some time during winter break!
***** How the Wind in Your Hair Will Feel Differently *****
Chapter Summary
     Jack comes back to a less than happy Gerard and Constance talks to
     Isaac.
Chapter Notes
     Merry late Christmas, everyone! I wish I could have updated
     yesterday, but my older brother is sick and I had to take care of
     him. Plus, I went to my Grandma's for dinner. I was pretty busy.
     Now, unwrap your late Christmas gift!
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The afternoon came quick. Scott and Isaac had been living with Ms. Morrell for
almost four days. They stayed in one of her guestrooms. It was a black and
white room. The walls were painted white, contrasting strongly with the black
curtains that were pulled back. They had two separate desks for their work that
were black as well. Their bed was king sized, and under it were a briefcase of
sex toys.
“A little bit of a house warming gift,” Constance chuckled. A flush had
traveled up both Isaac and Scott’s necks at that and they stood there wondering
what to do next. After a few tense seconds, Scott pecked Isaac on the lips and
ran off to his morning classes, promising to make it back in time that they
could sneak in some alone time before Ms. Morrell got back home. He even
prepped himself before he left. He kissed Isaac again, thinking the blush that
spread across his Dom’s cheeks was cute.
Scott made good on his promise, immediately rushing into their room and
tackling Isaac onto the bed. He started kissing him roughly only for the kiss
to be overtaken by Isaac.
“Clothes off,” Isaac growled, arousal in his voice. It was a deep drawl, and
his pupils were blown and dark. Scott rushed to take off his clothing, working
at his long sleeve shirt and his pants. He had lost his shoes in the hallway on
his way upstairs.
“Get on the bed,” the taller man ordered, “on your back.” As Scott hurried to
get into position, Isaac rummaged under the bed for the suitcase.
Isaac found the key for the case under the alarm clock on the bedside table. He
unlocked the suitcase and picked out an item, a medium sized red vibrator. He
also pulled out a cock ring that was no more than half an inch thick. He picked
up all of the toys and made his way up on the bed.  He spread Scott’s legs and
settled himself in between his thighs. He leaned down to nip at his hipbone,
earning himself a startled gasp from the younger man. He smirked against Scott
hip, working his way down to his thighs and nipping there. He “accidently”
brushed Scott’s cock, earning a whimper.
“Please,” Scott keened and begged. Isaac smirked again and shook his head.
“I’m going to put this cock ring on you,” Isaac responded. “You will not touch
yourself or come.” He started to stroke Scott’s cock, feeling it harden in his
grip.  Isaac dipped his head down and licked at Scott’s balls. He took one into
his mouth and sucked on it. The breathy moans coming from the smaller man were
music to Isaac’s ears. He moved up and sucked on the tip of Scott’s cock. Scott
screamed, but he didn’t come.
Isaac let go of Scott’s shaft and pressed his fingers to his entrance. He felt
the younger man tense, and he immediately started to rub a hand up and down his
side. Once he relaxed again, Isaac slowly pushed his fingers into Scott. He was
perfectly prepped and still wet from this morning like he promised. He was up
to three fingers before he took them out and replaced it with the vibrator.
Scott arched his back, so he could push himself down further on it. Isaac
placed a firm hand on his abdomen, warning him to stay still. Scott immediately
followed the order, not moving.
Isaac sat back on his heels and took the remote into his hand. He decided to
start on the highest setting first. He wanted to push Scott to his limit
without over stepping it. He turned it on and pushed it in and out of Scott. He
moved the vibrator slowly, trying to find his prostate. Moans and groans spilt
from Scott’s lips. His back was arching and he was fighting not to come. He had
been worked up since this morning.
Isaac chuckled at his sub’s eagerness. He continued to move it at an impossibly
slow pace, torturing Scott with the speed. He saw that Scott was going out of
his mind, so he speed up his hand. He pushed the vibrator in and out, ripping
cries from Scott. He had a smug grin plastered on his face. He kept searching
until he bumped the bundled of nerves. Scott arched off the bed and groaned
deep in his chest.
“Oh God,” Scott moaned. “Please!”
“Please what, Scott?” Isaac teased. He continued to move the vibrator in and
out, flicking his wrist to brush against his prostate. Scott was clawing at the
bed sheets, nearly on the verge of ripping them.
“Please fuck me!” Scott whined. Isaac smirked and turned off the vibrator. He
tossed it aside and stood to undress. Scott’s eyes were rolled into the back of
his head. If that was mind blowing, he couldn’t wait for Isaac to be inside
him.
Isaac settled himself back in between Scott’s legs. He reached under the pillow
that was under the younger man’s head and pulled out the lube. He popped the
cap and squirted some into his hand. He slicked up his cock and held it, so he
could guide it into Scott. He pressed it at his entrance and pushed in slowly.
Isaac groaned at the wet heat inside of Scott. He leaned up to kiss Scott
deeply. He shoved his tongue into the other man’s mouth, mapping out the whole
wet cavern. He pushed in, inch by tantalizing inch. Once he was fully seated,
he started to bite at Scott’s neck.
“Don’t come until I do,” Isaac whispered into his neck. He reached down and
took the cock ring off of Scott’s shaft. He stroked once more before he started
to move.
His pace was brutal. It start off slow and gained speed as the seconds went by.
He slammed into Scott with abandon. Scott cried and moaned as Isaac thrusted
into him. He brought his Dom’s face down to his and kisses him deeply. He
wanted that touch and the roughness he knew only Isaac could give him. It was
almost too much. He was so close, but he held back.
Isaac wasn’t far behind him. The pace was catching up to him. He didn’t want to
stop, but he had been just as worked up as Scott was. The heat of Scott and the
noises that he made was too much. He started to thrust harder. Scott groaned
loudly at the faster pace and held on for dear life.
Intense heat pooled into his stomach, and with a shout, Isaac came inside
Scott. He bit down onto the sub’s shoulder. He thrusted through the aftershocks
and came down from his high. He started to stroke Scott’s cock, kissing and
licking at the mark that he had made on his shoulder.
“Come,” he whispered raggedly into Scott’s ear. The younger man arched off the
bed and came hard. His come landed on both their chests and stomachs. He shook,
and Isaac continued to stroke him through his orgasm. Scott came down from the
high with ragged breathing. He smiled at Isaac, who was now lying on his back.
Isaac reached over to get some tissues and started to wipe off the spunk from
their bodies before it cooled. He threw the soiled tissue into the waste bin
next to his side of the bed and laid back. Scott turned onto his side and
nestled into the blonde’s side.
“Did I hurt you?” Isaac asked, petting Scott’s sweat soaked hair. The younger
man smiled and kissed Isaac’s chest.
“No,” he began, “you did the exact opposite.”
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Gerard paced outside of his house, waiting for his friend to arrive. It had
been over a week since it was announced that he was being release from prison,
and Gerard wanted to talk to him. This was not the plan. Scott was supposed to
be his sub and not a Dom. Jack guaranteed that he would prep him for when he
was ready to be collared. This was less than satisfactory, and he wanted
answers. A black car pulled up in front of his house. It parked in his
driveway. The driver side door opened, and a man stepped out from behind the
wheel. He was tall and slightly muscular. His hair was dark brown except for
the graying at the edges. He had wrinkles at the corners of his green eyes. He
had a permanent smirk placed upon his lips.
“Did you miss me, Gerry?” Jack smirked. Gerard’s jaw clenched and gritted his
teeth. That cocky smile was not what he wanted to see at the moment. It was the
last thing he would ever want to see.
“What did you promise me, Jack?” Gerard hissed between his teeth. Jack’s facial
expression dropped dead. His eyes were depleted, and his mouth was tight
lipped.  His skin was pale, and he feared the older man. Jack had to fight not
to bear his neck. He could never tell him what he’s become since he’s been in
prison.
Jack answered, “I promised my son, Scott. He is to be your sub.” The elder man
nodded and stepped off the front steps. He walked down the walkway, making his
way closer to Jack. The younger man stepped back and tried to make space
between him and Gerard. He hit the front of the car once Gerard had fully
crowded against him. The grill of the car bit into his back, but he couldn’t
care less. He just wanted to get out of here.
“You promised me Scott!” Gerard shouted. He grabbed Jack by the neck and spun
him around. He pressed the younger man’s body into the car hood and forced him
down. “I promised to keep your company together while you were in jail! You owe
me your son!”
Jack sputtered, “I gave him to you! He’s yours!”
“Not as long as he’s a Dom,” the other man spat back. Jack stopped struggling
and held his breath. That could not be possible. That was not the plan. Scott
was not supposed to be classified as a Dom. The judge promised to push for a
sub verdict in the assignment stages. Someone was to pay.
Gerard hissed, “Our deal was for me to have Scott, and I’d watch your damned
business!” He pulled the man back up and held him by the throat. Jack struggled
to release his longtime “friend’s” grip, but it was too strong. He was making
him submit.
The worst thing that could ever happen to a Dom is be put into submission. They
were supposed to be strong and able to care for their sub’s needs. If he was
weak, his peers would look down on them. They could have control over them. It
was a rule taught in all the classes that dealt with Dom/sub relationships:
Never attempt to make a Dom submit or submit to another Dom. What they didn’t
realize was that Gerard was never one for rules.
“Either help Victoria and I track down your son,” the older man hissed, “or
submit and be miserable.” He let go of Jack and let his choke and sputter. He
gave the man one more look before he dismissed him, walking back into his
house. Jack laid there wondering if he had a choice. He hated Gerard, but he
hated his son more. Plus, Gerard took care of his company.
He knew where his loyalty was at.
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Constance walked in from work. She had a free planning day today, but that was
still stressful. All she wanted to do was sit in her room with a glass of wine
and trash TV. That wouldn’t happen though. She had betterideas for what to do
with her day. She walked into her living room to find Isaac on the couch
working on something.
“Scott at school?” she asked, flopping into a recliner. The man nodded and went
back to what he was doing. “What’s that?”
“Information,” Isaac answered dully. Constance’s eyebrow went up to her
hairline. Okay then.
“I see,” she replied. “What I’m asking is about what the information is.” Isaac
looked at her through the corner of his eye. He liked Constance, but she seemed
really involved in what he and Scott were doing. It was almost irritable, but
he knew she meant well. She knew about what had happened to them both with
their fathers and Matt. She was only being cautious.
Isaac sighed, “It’s about some… things Scott and I can do in the bedroom.” A
flush started up the nape of his neck to his cheeks. Constance had an amused
grin gracing her face, and she couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped. Isaac
looked like a blushing virgin. He seemed so inexperienced.
“How long has this arrangement been going on?” she asked, a small smile
perfectly settled onto her face. Isaac blushed further.
“Two weeks since we decided to do this whole switch thing. It’s been nearly a
month since we started,” he answered. Constance nodded.
“Have you slept together since you switched it up?”
“About ten minutes before you came back,” Isaac blushed. Constance raised her
eyebrows.
“No wonder Mrs. O’Reilly from next door called me during my lunch break and
complained that someone was fucking like rabbits in here,” she deadpanned. That
furthered Isaac’s blush. It was up to a deep red now. He didn’t know they were
that loud. After he calmed down, they sat in a tense silence. Isaac was looking
down, and he could feel Ms. Morrell’s deep stare like it was actually pressed
into his skin. She was virtually staring holes into him.
“May I give some advice?” she asked. Isaac looked up and narrowed his eyes.
What was she thinking? He wouldn’t know if he didn’t ask. He sat down all the
papers he had in his hands and gave her his full attention. He sat back in the
chair and waved for her to begin.
“My only suggestion is to push,” she began. “Just see how far he can hold it
until he loses it. It’s to know his limit.” Isaac gave her a weird look.
“Come again?” the other switch asked.
“It’s merely a suggestion,” she defended quickly. “One thing I don’t like about
what they allow me to teach in my classes is tips. I’m a switch. I know what
they like and dislike. Doms aren’t always able to tell what their subs will go
weak in the knees for when they first start.” Isaac nodded and gave it some
thought. He really couldn’t tell what Scott liked. This was his first time
subbing for someone, so Isaac was sure he didn’t know what he liked himself.
Constance continued, “Over the years that I’ve been freely allowed to dominate
people and submit to them, I picked up some things. The number one thing sub
like is to be tested. Now, that does not mean they will be pushed over the
limit. It’s just that they like that test that their Dom gives them.” She
looked at Isaac and saw that he was intrigued.
“It’s all instinct. You trust that you are capable of being a good Dom,” she
says. “If you trust yourself, they can trust you and –“
“What are you getting at, Constance?” Isaac interrupted. “Are you saying Scott
shouldn’t trust me?”
“No,” she responded. “You need to trust yourself. You need to know that you are
capable enough to take on this role.” She got up and went into the kitchen.
Isaac sat there his head leaning back onto the chair. She was right. He did
lack self trust, but he knew that he wouldn’t have made it this far if Scott
hadn’t put his trust in him. It was time for Isaac to think on the bright side.
It was time that he thought he was capable enough to do all of this.
It was time for Isaac to trust again.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Catch and Release *****
Chapter Summary
     Scott meets a less than desirable character, and everyone is in
     trouble.
Chapter Notes
     Hey, guys! The first chapter of Catch and Release of the New Year! I
     have been looking over my notes for this story, and it looks like a
     have a few more chapters to write before it finally ends. It should
     be done by the end of February :(
     Anyway, we're near to the climax! Enjoy the chapter!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Scott’s only had four classes a semester. He wanted to major in American
Literature. He used to be an assistant of Dr. Deaton’s while in high school.
Deaton ran the town’s sole veterinary office and was an amazing doctor. He
loved pets, but a career surrounded by them really his thing. He had a couple
puppies that he took care of to make sure they were ready to go home with
possible families. He was great with them. Scott just wanted something a little
more daring.
Today, Scott had afternoon classes. He decided to sit in the very back, away
from anyone. Scott was a sociable person, but he just wanted to learn. He had
other things that he needed to worry about. Scott was in his Chemistry class,
sitting next to some pervert. The guy had curly hair and an obnoxious grin, and
he was trying to pit the moves on a poor girl. He was persistent even though
she didn’t want a thing to do with him. He obviously hasn’t heard the phrase,
“Coercion is never consent.”  Scott would love to make friends with someone,
but this guy was not who he wanted to put up with throughout his Freshmen year.
“Hey, dude!” the guy he was sitting next to him yelled. Scott pinched the
bridge of his nose. Oh yeah, this was going to be a pain. He sat there
silently, not giving the other dude the time of day. He didn’t know his name,
and he really didn’t want to. He just wanted to get one with the day and get
back home to Isaac and Constance.
“You’re Scott McCall, aren’t you?” he asked. The other man nodded. Everyone
knew him and his mother’s billion dollar empire. They were in the news every
other day. It wasn’t until they had to bail on Beacon Hills when the celebrity
news shows and websites stopped talking about them. In order to hide where he
and Isaac were, nobodycould say a word about them.
“No,” Scott deadpans, not looking at the bastard before him. He stared straight
forward at the board. He continued to ignore his classmate. The other guy
snorted and kept talking.
"Whatever,” he drawled. “I need your help getting this girl to go out with me.”
“Look,” Scott groaned, “I don’t know you nor do I want to. Besides, that girl
is not interested in you. Why would I even think about helping?” The guy
smirked at him. Scott’s stomach turned over three times. He didn’t like this
kid.
“It’s because I’m hot. Just look at me,” he smirked, gesturing at his body.
Scott nearly threw up in his mouth. He looked away. He wanted to run away.
Before he could leap out of his skin, his professor yelled.
“Greenberg!” the man yelled from behind his desk. “Quit harassing him and sit
the down!” Greenberg dropped down quickly and looked down at his books. He
looked ashamed. Good,Scott thought, he should know better.He turned his
attention back to the front. His professor was writing down his name and the
class. Advanced Chemistryit read as his teacher turned back around.
“Good morning, class. I am Professor Harris,” the older man announces. He wrote
his name on the board and turns to his class. Thirty students sat in front of
him. Most of them looked like a beam of hope for society. They were getting out
their notebooks, textbooks, and other supplies and visibly ready for class. The
others, however, would probably end up in the unemployment line because they
did something stupid while on the job. Adrian pinched the bridge of his nose.
Here goes nothing.
“I teach Advanced Chemistry, and I earned my degree at Berkeley,” he continues.
“I hope for your sake and my own that you don’t make me regret becoming a
teacher.” The class stayed silent, and the professor was thankful for that. He
might’ve had a hangover, and his ass was sore. Who knew that Bobby was such a
wildcat in bed? Cupcake was something special.
“Okay then. Let us begin,” he says before writing the element Galliumup on the
board. “Can anyone tell me what temperature this metal melts at?”
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“Melissa!” Dr. Deaton yelled as he banged on the front door. He was frantic.
His usually cool demeanor was now overshadowed with sudden worry. He had been
at his office, looking over some paper work when he had turned on the news.
What he saw had him flying out of his office and out to the parking law. He had
jumped into his car and must have broken dozens of speeding laws just to get to
the McCall Manor. The woman of the house answered the door with the look of
murder on her face.
“What the hell, Alan?” she hissed as she pushed him out of the door and onto
the porch. “You’re banging on my front door like the fucking FBI!” The fashion
designer sat on the swing on the front porch. She had been on edge since Isaac
and Scott left. It had only been about a week since they left, and Melissa had
worries out the ass. First, her only child and his sub were staying with a
woman she has never met before. Second, she didn’t know if they were under
close watch. Lastly, she missed her “baby” boy.
Alan breathed, “I’m sorry. This is really important, however!” Melissa nodded,
agitation still firm on her face. She stood up from the swing and waved him
inside. They both crossed the threshold, and as soon as they were inside,
Deaton got down to business. He walked into the den and began to speak.
“Jack’s on the way to UCLA,” he panted. Melissa’s face went blank and her eyes
bugged out of her head. No, she said to herself. This cannot be happening. How
could Jack find out so quickly?She waved for him to continue. She wanted to
learn more before she called Constance and warned her. All facts had to be
straight.
“It’s all over the news,” Alan starts. “He says it’s some business trip, and
that he was just get his finances in order before he could return to being the
CEO.”
Melissa’s eyebrow quirked, “I don’t understand. When he went to prison, he
signed the company over to his new wife and Gerard. What’s make him think that
he can return?” Deaton snapped his fingers and point at the woman.
“That’s my point,” he responds. “He’s covering because he knows that the boys
are up North. There is a mole somewhere at UCLA or in that town. The thing is
who?” They stood there. They paced the floor and thought about who else it
could be. Victoria doesn’t know and neither does Gerard. Apparently, Jack just
found out, and the heads of his company don’t even know that he’s on his way
there. There was only a few people that could know.
“What?” Melissa says. Her eyes are wide, and she pushed her hair out of her
face. “Who’s the Vice President that resigned after Jack was convicted? He
could be the one!” Deaton shrugged and shook his head.
He replied, “I don’t know. Harding? Hansen?” Melissa shook her head at all of
them. None of them were right. She was getting more frustrated by the second.
She wanted to know who the rat was. This was getting more and more confusing.
They had everyone else checked off the list except for that one company head.
What made it worse was the fact that their name was on the tip of his tongue.
If only she had Jack’s old record books? Wait…
“Deaton,” Melissa begins, “grab me that book off of the top shelf! Maybe
they’re in there.” The doctor nodded and walked to the bookcase. He scanned all
the books. Some of them were first editions while others were old sketch books.
He got to the second row when he spotted the right book. Etched in a gold
print, the book read McCall Inc. Record Books.Deaton yanked it away from the
other books and started to flip through the pages. He started at the roster and
looked through. He had gotten through most of the company’s staff when he found
what he was looking for.
“Harris!” he shouted. “Adrian Dominic Harris, Vice-President in 1995 through
2002. He resigned after the federal imprisonment of Jack Edward McCall. He was
set to become the CEO during his sentence.” Melissa nodded. She grabbed her
laptop off of her work desk. She ran his name through her background check
system. She waited for the page to load before she scrolled through the page.
What she saw made her gasp and slam the laptop shut.
Deaton worried, “What is it?” Melissa turned slowly, pale face etched with
worry lines. She wanted to scream, but she needed to stay cool. This just
became more serious.
“After resigning from McCall Inc. in 2002, Adrian Harris attended Berkeley and
got his degree as a professor for Advanced Chemistry. He is currently teaching
at UCLA, having transferred from Berkeley last year,”Melissa recited as she
held her hand over her heart. She felt a panic attack coming on, but she
breathed in deep breaths. The world was crashing down on her and burying her in
its rubble. She needed to get to the university.
“Deaton, he transferred around the time Scott applied,” she whimpered. “He
planned this. He’s the rat!” Deaton’s eyes went wide as he grabbed his keys. He
grabbed the record book and rushed out the door. Melissa ran to the porch and
yelled to him.
“Get Danny, Boyd, and Chris! They need to get to UCLA before tomorrow morning!”
Deaton nodded and sped out of the driveway. Melissa rushed back into her house,
locked the door behind her, close the blinds, and grabbed her cell phone. She
dialed Constance’s number. Please pick up,she whimpered in her head. God,
answer the damn phone!
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Constance Morrell was working on her final grading plans before she started
giving morning classes. She had the house to herself for the moment. Isaac went
out to get something for dinner, and Scott was in his first class of the day.
She was enjoying her free time when the bell rang on her door. Constance stared
at the doorway that leads from the living room to the hallway where the front
door was. She was not expecting any company. All her friends knew she had work
to finish. The mailman had already come by with her packages, and even if that
was him, he would sit it on her doorstep.
The young woman got up from her seat and sat her papers on the coffee table.
She started out of the doorway walking slowly and heading down the hall. She
had learned to be cautious about unexpected things, especially people. Her life
had been full of unnecessary surprises that nearly ended her life, but she had
learned better.  Constance learned that she needed to look at all possible
prospects. A friend of hers had told her that every dangerous scenario had
hundreds of different escapes and outcomes. You had to either stall or give in.
Fight or flight. Constance was going to choose fighting every single time.
She was now standing at the front door. She was thinking of all the possible
things that could be happening if she turned the knob. The bell rang again.
Constance was ready to turn the knob when the phone rang. The woman turned the
corner back into the living room and walked over to the coffee table where the
phone sat. She snatched it from its cradle and answered it.
“Hello?” she whispered. The voice on the other line was frantic.
“Constance, thank God!” the female voice exclaimed. “Where’s Scott and Isaac?”
The young woman’s eyebrow arched to her hairline when she heard Melissa’s tone.
What was going on?
Constance replied, “Scott’s in class, and Isaac went and ran errands. Why?
What’s happening?” Melissa’s voice cracked on the other line.
No!” she shouted into Constance’s ear. She was mumbling nonsense screaming to
herself. This can’t be happening. Not to her Scott and not to her Isaac. She
had cried for a minute before she returned to the phone.
"You listen to me good, and I will only say this once!” she growled. “Don’t you
dear let anyone into your house? Don’t trust Adrian Harris, and so help me God,
if you disobey me, I will shove my foot up your ass so far, you’ll be coughing
up toenails!” Constance’s breath hitched. This is real. Something was going on,
and she was helpless. The professor jumped when she heard a loud bang and a
crash. When she whipped around to see what it was, her mouth was muffled, and
she was being manhandled. She kicked and was screaming the best she could.
Someone grabbed the phone from her hand and hit the end button.
“Either you stop struggling,” Adrian hissed as he dragged her into the
hallway,” or the sub gets it.” Constance’s eyes widened when she saw Isaac. He
was down on his knees, his hands tied behind his back with a gun pointed to his
temple. Victoria chuckled and took the safety off of the gun. Isaac cried a
little harder, his body racked with sobs. Gerard walked into Constance’s view
and back handed him. The woman saw the pain in his face and stopped moving. She
cried a little and repeated her Grandparents’ mantra
If you’re going through hell,she cried to herself, keep going.Adrian tied her
hands behind her and put a blindfold over her eyes and gagged her mouth. The
man turned her around and smirked. The woman let out a small cry. The male
professor chuckled before he sucker punched her and knocked the switch out.
“Was that really necessary?” Gerard smirked. Adrian returned it and slung the
unconscious woman over his shoulder. He carried out the door as Victoria
gathered the disgruntled male switch and threw him in the back seat of Adrian’s
car. The professor set his victim down next to the blonde and got into the
driver’s seat. He turned around before starting the car. He smirked and taunted
the young man.
“Get comfy,” he cackled. “When I’m done with you, it’d be pretty hard to sit.”
The young, blonde man whimpered, and the noise made Adrian smile. The man
turned back around and put the key into the ignition. He pulled off the curb,
following Gerard’s car. Isaac silently cried, pressing his head on the
unconscious Constance’s shoulder. He needed Scott and his family right now. He
hoped that whoever was listening knew that he was in trouble, and they were
going to help.
He needed it more than ever.
Chapter End Notes
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***** The Lure Above *****
Chapter Summary
     Everyone fights to stay alive and to rescue each other.
Chapter Notes
     Hi, guys. It's Tori.
     I've changed my psued. I'm now LittleMissDarkside. This was going to
     be two chapters together, but my friend talked me into making it one
     chapter, and then a epilogue.
     So, here we go.
Constance was the first one to wake up. She had been out for a long time, but
she didn’t know the amount. Adrian had a strong right hook for a professor.
When her eyes became focused in the dark, she started to panic a little. Where
was she? She remembered very little about what happened the day before. All
Constance knew was that she had a massive headache and a bad feeling deep in
her gut. She try to move, but her hands and body were bound to the chair she
was placed in.
“Well,” a deep voice sounded through the dark room, “our little guest is awake.
Did you have a nice sleep?” The lights in the building flickered on one by one.
The woman growled at the person that stood before her. She knew Jack McCall was
in on this. He had to be. Gerard wouldn’t come to get her if he didn’t have the
man with him. They knew that Isaac and Scott were living with her, and they
must have decided to kill two birds with one stone. Now that Constance thinks
about her situation that is not the appropriate idiom to use right now.
“Apparently, she doesn’t know how to speak,” Victoria smirks as she walks up
behind Constance. She roughly grabs the other woman’s jaw and pushes her face
close to Constance’s. Her lips were flush against the other soft pair. “I can
surely fix that.” Gerard raised his hand to silence her.
“Not now Victoria, but you will have time for that later,” he responds.
Victoria pouts, but she lets Constance’s face go. The young woman sputtered and
spit. She did not like the taste of the older woman’s lips on her tongue. When
Victoria was raising her hand to strike Constance across the face, Gerard
grabbed her hand and reprimanded her. The woman hissed at her former father-in-
law but stopped immediately. She just sneered at the college professor and went
back to walking circles around her.
Gerard stepped in front of Constance. He smirked and spoke to her as if she was
a dog.
“Do you see that glass?” he asks, pointing to a wall. Across the expanse a
majority of the wall, a glass shone in the light. It was slightly dirty,
smudges of fingerprints and dirt covering it. In the dim light, Constance could
see her own reflection. Her eye was black and swollen from Harris’s blow, and
she had a film of sweat breaking out across her skin. She was no longer
panicking or in sheer terror; she was nervous. Victoria and Gerard had done
some serious things to her in the past. When she had gotten away, they vowed to
find her again. Now that they had her, what was their game plan?
“Oh, pet.” Victoria whispered into the young woman’s ear. “We’re not here for
you. We just want you to answer some questions, and nothing bad will happen.”
Constance jerked away and got a slap across the face for her resistance.
“Now, where is Scott McCall?” Gerard hissed. Constance lifted her head with a
scowl etched onto her face.
“Go fuck yourselves,” she bit out. Her two captors scoffed and chuckled. The
woman’s eyes went back and forth between the amused pair. Her eyes widened when
she saw something in Victoria’s hand. It was a large remote with two red
buttons. It was hanging from the ceiling by a power cord that ran across the
wall and into the room that was separated by the glass. The woman smirked at
her captive and pressed the top button on the remote. Constance’s heartbeat
kicked up when she heard the electricity start up and a pained scream sound
through the room. She knew that voice too well.
“Isaac!” she shouted. “Isaac, can you hear me?!” Gerard cackled at her futile
effort to yell for her friend. He grabbed her by the face and got into her
face. The old man saw the fear in her face and was satisfied by it. He smirked
and let her face go.
Gerard informed her, “Whenever you don’t answer a question right, we hurt your
little friend. I suggest you start getting optimistic and answering
‘truthfully’, sweetheart.”
Victoria smirked, “Don’t worry though. Jack is taking good care of him back
there.” Constance let a whimper slip and Victoria groaned. The woman was always
turned on by her sub’s helplessness.
“Tell me, Morrell,” Victoria whispered into her ear, “how it felt like to be at
my mercy? Didn’t it feel so good?” Constance knew what she was doing. She was
baiting her. It’s like a cop in the middle of an interrogation. They run
circles around their suspect to get what they want, and then gouge out their
insecurities. Although she was not easily broken anymore, this part of the game
scared her.
“Answer her, Constance,” Gerard baited. “You don’t want to anger her.”
Constance sneered and spat at his feet. The old man’s cocky grin fell from his
lips and looked at his accomplice. She nodded at him and turned up the dial on
the back of the remote. Victoria pressed the button on the remote again. Isaac
screamed again in agony, the voltage up to the second highest level on the
dial. The previous shock was the lowest. Constance whimpered and screamed
again.
“One more time, kitten,” Victoria whispered. “You either give up Scott’s
location, or your little bitch friend across the glass is dead. I got one more
voltage that is enough to kill him from the inside out.” Constance looked up at
her former tormentor. A tear ran down her face. On one hand, she was stubborn
and refused to put anyone else in danger. On the other, she didn’t want Isaac
to die, and she wasn’t going to give their lives for anything. She has come too
far to back down now, but this was someone’s life being taken. She knew she had
to make her decision.
“Scott’s in his English Lit class,” Constance answered. “It’s in the second
building next to the main dormitory.” Gerard and Victoria smirked at each
other, and the older woman hit the second red button. Across the room, a light
came on behind the glass. Behind it was a fully conscious Isaac. He looked like
he hadn’t been electrocuted at all. Next to him she saw a sound system. It was
playing Isaac’s screams. That made Constance sick to her stomach. They had just
played her like a fiddle. Now, Scott is in danger, and she and Isaac were close
to death.
“Wait here,” Gerard spoke, breaking the silence. “We’re going to get McCall.
When we get back, we have big plans for you.”
“I hope you have strong knees,” Victoria cackled. “You’re going to be on them
for a while.” The older woman grabbed Constance by the face and kissed her
hard. She shoved her tongue past her lips and ran it around the inside of her
mouth. She let her mouth go with a wet pop and then went after Gerard.
Constance jumped when the double doors shut with a bang. The woman whimpered
and breathed hard. She stared at the glass and cried a little. Isaac looked so
scared. His eyes were drooped, and his face was pale. The whites of his eyes
were red and puffy. He looked sickly.
“I wish I could help you,” she whispered to herself. She looked down and took a
deep breath. She couldn’t deal with all this pain. The guilt was killing her.
She wanted it to end.
Constance was in near tears before she heard a loud banging on the glass.
Constance’s gaze met Isaac’s when she looked up. She saw him being untied by
Scott. The college student was yanking and stabbing at the rope that was
binding the switch. In the corner was Jack, slumped over and visibly dead. Her
eyes perked up and she started make noises behind the tape. They were going to
get her out of here.
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“Harris,” Gerard yelled as he and Victoria left the building, “start the car
up!” They were loading up guns and ammunition. They had a good few minutes
before Scott would get back home. They weren’t too far from UCLA, so they could
get in, get out, and get away from the area. All they needed was the get-away
car.
When they didn’t hear the engine start up, they turned to yell at Adrian again.
Who they saw instead was someone they wanted to dodge.
“Going somewhere, Gerard?” Chris asked. He cocked his shotgun and whistled.
Boyd and Danny stepped out of the cars. Danny pulled out a limp body from the
back of the car. Victoria twitched when she saw Adrian, pale and bloody.
“What did you do to Adrian?” Gerard asked, squaring up his stance.
“So, it’s Adrian, huh? The man that replaced my mother has a name,” Chris
hissed. “We made him submit.” He was bitter about Gerard immediately dating a
company head when his mother died. You’d think that he would have a soul.
Gerard’s stance faltered. No, that was not possible. It took a lot for a Dom to
submit. What in the hell did they do to him in such a short time? Gerard looked
and Adrian. The man was getting up. He was dusting off his clothes, and Boyd
had given him a cloth to wipe the fake blood off. He was perfectly fine.
The professor sent a smirk Gerard’s way and got his shotgun from Danny. Gerard
growled at his and tried to step forward. Chris raised his gun again and
pointed it at his father.
“Uh uh,” Chris smirked, “I’d stay right there if I was you.” Gerard stopped and
snarled at his son. Victoria stepped forward and pulled him back. She glared at
him and lifted her gun.
“You bitch!” Victoria snarled. “After all we did for you, you betray us like
this!” Adrian snickered and shook his head.
“No,” he responds, “Chris and Peter helped me. Before we got here, I got my
phone out and called them. It was only coincidence that they were on their
way.” The professor aimed his shotgun at the woman and shot at her to make a
statement. The woman hit the ground, grasping her shoulder as blood oozed from
the wound. She tried to get up only to be met by a gun to her temple. She
turned around and saw Melissa, clicking off the safety to the gun.
“I told you once,” the mother hissed. “Stay away from my kid and his sub.” A
loud bang sounded from around the building. Scott, Isaac, and Constance came
running out. The first thing they saw was a slumped over Victoria. She had a
wound to her shoulder and a gunshot wound to her temple. Melissa stared at the
body in horror. She had never killed someone before. She threw the gun away and
ran to Scott. She hugged him tight around the waist, and he returned it. She
grabbed Constance and Isaac and hugged them with the same amount of force.
“Your time is up, Gerard,” Adrian warned. He lifted his shotgun as everyone
else did. Chris walked over to the huddle group near the entrance to the
building.
“Look away,” Chris said. They didn’t think twice and turned around. The last
thing they heard before they could turn back was 12 total shotgun blasts. They
felt blood splatter on their backs, but that was about it.
When they turned back, they didn’t look at the bodies. Chris and the others
were already getting ready to put them back into the building. Danny was
walking around the building, jugs of gasoline in hand and pouring it around the
perimeter. The bodies were all piled in and ready to burn. Adrian came up to
Isaac and handed him a pack of cigarettes.
“You do he honors,” the professor said. The sub looked at him, and he took
them. Everyone stepped back as Isaac lit a cigarette. He took a long drag from
it. All the pent up fear, frustration, and anger were taken away as the smoke
curled around him. He looked at that building again, happy to get rid of it. It
was another bad memory, ready to be forgotten. He took another drag from the
cigarette before dropping it on the line of gasoline.
It immediately ignited, the fire traveling quickly around the building. It
engulfed it, sending it up in flames. No one would be able to see it; it was
too remote. The others looked on as Isaac did. Chris held up his phone. On the
screen was Peter and Derek, watching at the building burned and another burden
was taken off of them.
“I’m sorry we had to end it this way,” Chris whispered as he turned the phone
back around. Derek and Peter shook their heads.
“Don’t be,” Derek responds. “Kate’s dead. She can’t hurt my family like this
again.” Chris nodded. He looked at the building and captured the moment. When
he turned the phone back towards the fire, the building came tumbling down. The
foundation was shaken, and the war was over. They could have peace now.
***** Epilogue *****
Chapter Summary
     How everyone is after the threat was destroyed.
Chapter Notes
     This is the last chapter! Read the end note for my thanks.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The lives all of them live now are different from before. No one lives in fear,
and they are happier. Scott and Isaac are now together. The contract ended, but
they decided to stay together. Isaac and Scott accepted each other as permanent
lovers and had a collaring ceremony. They still live in Beacon Hills. Scott is
now a successful writer, having told his story. He intentionally left out the
deaths at the very end. He knew that the police force had abandoned the case,
but he sitll didn't want to take a chance. He wanted to move one and be happy.
Isaac was now a grief and trauma counselor. He talked with people that had been
abused, abandoned, and had lost a loved one. He told his story from when he was
younger. He talked about the happy times and the bad. He is also an activist
for sub and switch rights. Their cause was getting more popular because of the
release of Scott’s book. They are close to getting an amendment passed. He
feels accomplished. His night terrors have decreased and almost have stopped.
He is in a private practice with Constance.
Constance still works at UCLA. She opened her own private practice as a
counselor with Isaac. Her story was a major one. She would tell all her clients
about it, hoping it will give them faith to keep going. She has a plaque on her
wall that says her favorite motto. She hasn’t been collared, but that doesn’t
mean she doesn’t want to be. She was waiting for the right person. She is
cautious about who she wants in her life. She visits Beacon Hills frequently to
check in on everyone. She is stronger now, and she is never afraid since they
killed Gerard, Victoria, and Jack.
Adrian Harris is still a professor at UCLA as well as the head of his own
company.  Jack’s wife signed over the rights to the company. It was now called
Harris & Argent Inc.Chris and Allison were the Argent part of the name. They
run their division of the company together. Since then, Adrian was collared by
Chris. They had come to an understanding of their relationship. Adrian was an
informant for Chris when he was given a job by Jack. The professor/CEO had
never taken the place of Chris’s mother.
“You can never take a mother’s place,” Adrian said one night. That night, they
had sealed the bond that had been years in the making with Peter.
Melissa was collared by Deaton. They had been talking about it for some time,
but they couldn’t find the right moment. Everything had happened at once, and
the idea of collaring was swept under the rug. Of course, Deaton needed Scott’s
blessing. They were good to each other and good for each other.
Everyone at Sweet Submissionmoved on. The agency was closed, and they all
worked at Harris & Argent Inc.All of the crooked businessmen and women were
fired, and the subs and Doms took their place. The building was still home to
all of the former employees though. It held too many memories for it to be
forgotten and torn down. This was a family home.
The bodies of Victoria, Gerard, and Jack were never found. The company wanted
to look into it, but there was no evidence. The police decided to abandon the
case, and the government sealed away the evidence. When Scott’s book was
released, they decided against it. Their names were mentioned as abusers and
killers. They didn’t deserve justice.
And the book that detailed the trials of all these people? Catch and Releasehit
the bookstore shelves in the summer of 2014. It was a New York Timesbestseller,
and it is one of the most influential books in American history. It has
motivated people to stand up and speak out. Scott sometimes reads the book to
look at how far he’s come. The things he has been through would make a grown
man go insane.
Everyone has their demons. They struggle with them, and it is hard. It all
depends on how you fight them. Everyone is someone special. We’re never alike,
in motive or personality. We are strong individuals, and we are powerful.
Chapter End Notes
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