Lunar's POV
I stared at my phone, my leg bouncing rapidly as I dialed Mr. Lincoln, his voice a husky purr, "Mr. Lunar, how may I be of assistance?"
"I-I-I know you're picking me up, b-but…," I trailed off, biting my tongue as I tried to figure out what exactly I wanted to say, "It-It's not that I don't want to come back over, o-or not see either of you–"
"You wish for answers to hidden questions, yes?" My heart raced at his understanding of my thoughts, leaning against my windowsill, "We were going to wait until our meetup, but if you need the answers now, ask them."
"That's kind of the thing, I-I don't know enough to have questions," I murmured, a blush fighting on my cheeks, "I-I-I have them, b-b-but I guess I used this as an excuse to hear you talk…"
"Oh, really, now?" His deep chuckle made my face dark roses, "How about this, Pet? You ask whatever you need or want and you'll have me on call to answer. If you have no questions you'll have to wait until you see me. Better start asking."
I could grow an acre of tomatoes as I chewed my lip, trying to think what to say.
"TickTock or you'll have to —"
"What's your favorite color?" I mentally cursed at my urgency, facepalming, my throat clearing, "Wh-Where are you from? How did you start working at the Company? Why me?"
"Esmeralda. I'm from the Outlands of the Marbles. Tyler sought me out and decided to work with me. Why you, what?"
"Wh-Why pick me to be with? Why be with me?" I swallowed, my leg hopping again, "I-I mean, I'm nothing special. Why me when you could have anyone you want? Why a ra–"
"All moons are stars," He cut me off, "I don't want anyone. I don't need anyone. I want you. I need you."
"Th-That doesn't answer my question…"
"How do I explain that I chose a diamond in the rough and kept it instead of turning it in? Why should I share that, hm? So somebody else can steal that gem from me?" His tone was a threat that sparked things in my lower regions, "Pardon me, but why the fuck should I give any chance at that, hm?"
I adjusted my pants, clearing my throat shyly again, "U-U-Um…a-alright, then."
"I don't care how long it's been, I want to be with you," His voice became solemn, "I've been looking for my other half for a long time, and I finally feel like I've found him. I don't want anyone else, and I haven't been with anyone else. You probably don't believe that, and that's fine, you're all I want and need. I'll prove it when you come over."
"Wh-What if…," I grew hesitant, my mind wandering to the darkness in the back, "Wh-What if…"
"Whoever the fuck hurt you better pray Tyler can hold me back from ripping out their bloody heart," He said it so confident and proud it made my spine shiver, "If I had it my way we'd be eating his heart for dinner."
"I-I still have one more question," I breathed, his silence allowed me to continue, "I-I'm not sure how to word it, though. I-I don't want it to come out like I need more or less. I-I don't want it to seem like one thing or another when it's not."
"Are you wondering about extra partners?"
"K-Kind of…?" My eyebrows became one as I scratched the back of my head, "Moreso, Mr. Hayes. I-I don't understand what's happening there. H-He lives with you, he works with us. Isn't it a little weird to be banging his employee? In the same place he sleeps?"
"Has one forgotten who played with him several weeks prior?" He humored, causing my face to be the juiciest of red apples, "On the topic of partners, I share with Tyler when he desires. You are mine, not his. He understands that. He respects that. However, if there ever comes a day you wish us to be Poly tell me. I'm not going to keep you all to myself when others may deserve you as well, but I won't share unless I trust them and vice versa. Your safety and your happiness are important to me."
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Lunar's POV
I barely had my shirt on from my shower when I saw the Cadillac pull up, Mr. Lincoln motioned to hurry up as I left the house. My cheeks flushed at having to sit in his lap again as Mr. Hayes drove us to the Mansion. My mind was curious, but I refused to ask too many questions, especially when I'd already asked so many.
My head spun as Mr. Lincoln tossed me over his shoulder, struggling to see where we were going, he was moving too fast. When he finally came to a stop it was because he was unlocking one of the rooms. My cheeks created a new shade of red as I glanced back to see the French Doors. I looked at Mr. Hayes, a smirk playing on his lips as he kissed mine, biting on my bottom lip as he winked.
"Once you enter this room, you're ours," Mr. Lincoln kicked the doors so harshly a crack echoed throughout the hallway, his hands setting me on the ground as he lifted my chin. He had a stern tone, threatened with seduction and hotness. His pupils danced around my face, looking for hidden answers as I remained silent, his voice continuing, "There will not be turning back. Do you understand, Pet? This is your out." Hesitancy filled a fraction of me, but the rest of me nodded, his hand resting on my chest and pushing me backward into the room. A knot formed in my throat eagerly as Mr. Hayes shut the door behind himself, flipping the lock, his tone fearsome, "Get on your knees."
The quick change in his tone sent shivers down my spine. I could hardly see either of them, the only light being the moon's tint. I was so used to his delicacy that this side of him threw me like a curveball, it made my heart stampede and flutter at the same time.
"Don't make either of us repeat, Little One," Mr. Hayes hissed, he sounded tempered yet calm, "Get on your fucking knees." I dropped within a blink, a dim red light flickering on as Mr. Hayes began removing his tie, "All-fours." A chuckle erupted from behind me as I did what I was told, my cheeks burning hotter and searing as I looked around the room with my eyes and without moving my head. Everything in me desired to obey and to be rewarded. I focused on the room we were in, it had black leather walls and soft red padding for flooring. A bunch of strange tables and tools surrounded the room, with shelves with other weird things.
"You have one final out," Mr. Lincoln kissed the back of my head, his nails trailing down my spine and making me quiver and stretch like a cat at the contact, "You will not be given another one in this room. Ever. Do you wish to use it?"
I shook my head, yelping at his palm striking my rear, "N-No, Sir. I-I don't wish to use it."
"Sit," Mr. Hayes ordered and I sat, earning another smirk to cross his lips as he rubbed his chin with his index finger, "Here's what you need to know and what goes on."
"You are mine," Mr. Lincoln pulled my hair back to make me look at him, "Not his. You are shared, that is it. He does not own you, you do not belong to him. You will belong to me unless you or I say otherwise."
He combed my hair, taking a moment to make sure he hadn't pulled it so hard and hurt me, kissing the spot as Mr. Hayes spoke, "Our relationship is private and hidden unless you deem otherwise. We will not step into anything you're involved in unless you give a say-so. In public, we are strictly friends unless you want otherwise at your will, but behind closed doors, we are more unless you - once again - say otherwise at your will. Your issues will not be ours unless you deem otherwise. We will not step over your boundaries in any way, shape, or form unless you want us to. However, our lives are yours. You wish to interject in any of our business and we will allow it without argument. Our only rule; is violence is the last resort in all situations."
I could feel the grimace in Mr. Lincoln as I nodded in understanding. It made me think about his threat on the phone hours prior. Would he kill for me? I don't understand why, but I'm going to try.
"Do you have any questions?"
"Wh-Why are you letting me have a say in anything?" Hearing the question out loud made me flinch, "Why do I get a say? Others have never given me a say, what's so different here?"
"Not all rats live in rags," Mr. Lincoln kissed my temple, "but none should be voiceless." I furrowed my eyebrows at the first part, "You deserve to have a voice, whether in dirt or riches. We are not ever going to treat you less than your name. You're a moon and we will worship you as such until you tell us otherwise."
"Anyone who wishes to take your voice shouldn't have theirs. No matter your upbringing you deserve a voice," Mr. Hayes agreed, "Besides, who are we to make decisions about your life? You've grown up making decisions and sacrifices, who has the right to control what you do and how you do it? Unless you tell or show us we need to step in, we back off."
"You may be mine, but your life is yours, Lunar," Mr. Lincoln cooed, "I own your heart, not your life. Any other concerns?"
"Then, lower your jeans," Mr. Hayes ordered once my head shook, Mr. Lincoln rolled a pole next to me, my hand trembling nervously as I lowered my jeans. Something small and leather hitting my ass made a yelp dash from my lips. Mr. Hayes lifted my chin with a smirk, tightening a collar around my throat and restraining me to the pipe.
My pants were tugged off all the way, a second smack echoing that had my breath hitching and my hands turning to fists. A third one happened but harsher, Mr. Lincoln chuckling from behind me, my face hotter than an oven, "I love watching those pretty little marks form. It'll never get old." He hit harder when I tried to sit down, causing me to hug the pike as I stood on my knees. This made them both chuckle deeply as Mr. Lincoln yanked my head back by my hair, "Would the Pet like to speak?"
"Wh-Wh-What are you hitting me w-with, Mr. Lincoln?" I asked nervously as he kissed my mouth for approval, "I-It stings."
"A whip," He spun it around in his hand, waving it over my face as he chortled, "Would you rather it be my hands because I can't promise to behave? I can control the force with a whip better than my palm, but it shouldn't sting as bad."
My cheeks burned all over again, another smack happening since I didn't reply to him, causing me to stammer breathlessly, "H-H-H-Hands, pl-please."
He nibbled against my neck, making me hold the whip as I hugged the pole, shivering from how cold it was against my skin. He smacked his hand hard on my butt as he nibbled my collarbone, a high yelp escaping my lips as Mr. Hayes came back in front of me.
"It is quite difficult not to Claim you right now," He pecked, smiling at my trembling from the pipe, "Can the Little One dance for us?"
"I-I-I don't know h-how to," His words sounded familiar to my confused ears. I'd have to remind myself to talk to Jax about it later. I perked up, looking at my jeans pocket at Mathis' ringtone, "I like to get my fuckin' fade on. I'm feeling sexy, I'm like (Ooh). Them haters tryin' to get their hate on but I'm too sexy, I'm like (Ooh). I'm like, I'm like, I'm like, like a war child!"
Mr. Hayes waved my phone in my face with a grin, my face a Christmas Tree as Mr. Lincoln kissed my throat, "Looks like Ms. Mathis would like to speak with you, Little One."
"I-I-I can c-call her back later," I croaked, my face burning with embarrassment as he answered my phone, putting it to my ear, "H-Hey, Praying Mantis! Wh-Why are you c-calling so late? Sh-Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
My body quivered and my back arched as Mr. Lincoln pecked and nibbled down my spine, Mr. Hayes biting into my neck as Matty squealed, "I got the job, Lune! I start next Tuesday! I'm so happy!! AAAAAHHHH! I'm so excited I could party, holy shit!!"
"Th-That's so gr-great, Matt!" My breathing hitched and my mouth gaped at Mr. Lincoln's tongue teasing my back entrance. My hand covered my mouth to keep down my shy whimpering, "Y-You'll have to t-tell me all about it!"
"Are you still there, Lunar Moon? You didn't pass out on me, did ya? I'll scream into your damn ear if you do, You Damn Nut!"
"Keep talking, Little One," Mr. Hayes purred, biting my ear as his nails trailed and twirled along my skin, "Don't be rude."
"Y-Y-Yes, am," I found my voice, my legs buckling from under me when Mr. Lincoln gently pushed a finger in, my hand clasping my mouth tight as my eyes went wide, "I-I'm still here, Mathis, I-I promise."
"Lune, are you alright?" I could hear the curiosity in her voice, picturing her with narrowed eyes and her arms crossed, "You are at home, aren't you?"
"I-I-I'm at a c-certain home," I fought the groan in the back of my throat, biting my wrist hard, my legs trembled from Mr. Lincoln moving his fingers rapidly, "I-I got to g-get going, Matty. I-I have things to do, and I-I don't want to bore you, y-ya know?"
"Awe, you don't want her to hear you get Claimed?" Mr. Hayes teased. The thought made my spine shiver, but there was that term again…where had I heard it?
"Ah, ah, ah!" She hissed and huffed, I could hear her foot-stomping, "Why aren't you at home? Where are you? Who are you with? Why are you with them? What are you doing? Do I know them? Are you cheating on me? You best not be or I'll track yo bitch ass and break you like two-by-four!"
"She's persistent," Mr. Lincoln chuckled, putting me on all fours and kissing my spine as I tensed, his tone becoming an immediate coo, "Breathe and keep talking, Pet. This will only hurt momentarily, I promise. If it's too much, double-tap the ground."
"I-I'm at a-a certain house," I repeated, trembling at the cold feeling rubbed at my rear, "Pl-Please, I-I need to g-get off…" Or you are going to hear some things--!
"You're with them, aren't you?! What are you guys doing?" It finally dawned on her, her voice shrilling with excitement, "Are you having fun? Can we hang out later?"
"Matty," I bit down on my tongue, Mr. Lincoln prepping himself, "Hang up the fucking phone."
"Oh, my Elysium! You're getting fucked, aren't you?!" She was squealing so loud I had to move the phone away from my ear. Mr. Lincoln's gentle push made a groan slip out and the phone slipped from my hands, Mr. Hayes smiled as he lifted it to his ear, "We can happily send some proof if the sounds aren't enough, Darling."
My cheeks grew begonias as his fingers combed my hair, my eyes wide at his words as Mr. Lincoln's grip tightened around my hips, holding me up. My groans shapeshifted into the weakest moans as his hips bucked and rutted against me, his hand holding my throat as he threatened with a purr, "I want her to see you cum, is that alright with you and her, Tyler?"
"Would that be alright, Ms. Mathis?" Mr. Hayes chuckled into my phone, "It's quite alright if you--"
"I-I-I guess it wouldn't h-hurt this one t-time," My face felt like a volcano, my voice gone, and my body acting on its own. I was more humiliated than a person being pantsed on stage, but my mind and body found this…embarrassingly hot.
Mr. Hayes put her onto video chat, setting the camera in the perfect view to see everything before forcing my mouth open, shoving his cock aggressively down my throat. My legs trembled frailly as Mr. Lincoln held my wrists tightly at my sides, ramming harder and rougher. Why does this hurt so much b-but feel so good?
I couldn't tell what hurt more, my ass getting fucked or that my front parts were being ignored and it made tears swell. My body shuddered as my base throbbed and ached for attention. This all felt so…good. Why did it feel even better when being watched? This felt humiliating. Why were they so focused on the holes that weren't so demanding? My fingernails scraped to touch the needy place, Mr. Lincoln smirked against my skin as he let my arms go and watched me feed the betraying part. Goddess Elysium, I'm doing this in front of my best friend. This is so dirty.
Mr. Hayes held the back of my head and pushed down my throat, making me swallow the cum that seeped in and made me gag. I involuntarily whined as Mr. Lincoln pulled away from me, watching him clean himself with a pout on my lip. A gasp left them when he pushed me onto my back and pinned one of my wrists above my head, placing my free one on his shaft. My cheeks cherried, my heart starting to race, but he gave me a stern look. A look that told me he wasn't going anywhere unless I wanted him to.
"I-I-I'm alright, I-I promise," Swallowing, I gave him a gentle nod, delicately gripping his base and helping him enter the most sensitive part of me. My body began to tremble almost violently, my breathing rapid, but when he tried to give me space my legs locked him in place. He had a look of worry, not daring to move an inch. A whine left my lips, my hips rocking into him as his breath hitched, "Pl-Pl-Please?"
He let out a quiet scoff, shaking his head at me with a roll of his eyes before giving in to my pleas, delicately rutting his hips and watching my face. His voice was forceful yet seductive, threatening me in a delicately fucked way, "Are you claimed?" A weak little nod coming from me had him growling, giving a hard thrust that made my head back and start to empty, "Say it!"
"I-I am cl-claimed," I moaned weakly, his grip tightening on my wrists, almost breaking the cast I'd forgotten about.
"By whom?" It was like he couldn't do something without the words being said and it made my body needy and desperate, aggressively trying to match his pace. His breath a violent purr into my throat as he repeated, "By who?"
Letting out a loud, whined groan from his tempered ramming, I managed out weakly, "I-I am cl-claimed by Ryker L-L-Lincoln and T-Tyler Hayes."
"You're about to be," Mr. Hayes smiled at me adoringly, exposing the opposite side of my neck. The veins around and in his eyes became bloodshot, his throat growling as fangs formed in his mouth. Hissing, he bit down hard on one part of my exposed neck, a cry escaping my lips as Mr. Lincoln did the same.
My nails tore skin from Mr. Lincoln's shoulder, blood seeping but the wounds healed as quickly as they came. The little pain I felt turned to ecstasy, my body relaxing as small whimpers left my throat. They bit down harder simultaneously, another sharp cry leaving my mouth as I leaned my head back, my face lava as my body began to shake and my legs tightened. I felt the warmth of dripping as he smirked and hovered above me, his member no longer in my privates. A pant left his lips as he grabbed my jaw and looked at me, teasingly tapping his fingers on my nose and pecking it, "Now, you're Claimed."