Possession

Chapter Seven

Lunar's POV

My cheeks flushed as Mr. Lincoln threw me over his shoulders, skipping some steps as he carried me into their home. They hadn't even given me time to properly put my shirt on from my shower. They were in a rush, and I didn't have enough to ponder on what.

I struggled 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. Looking behind me, my cheeks burned. He was unlocking the locked room with the French doors. I looked at Mr. Hayes, a smirk playing on his lips as he kissed my own, biting on my bottom lip as he winked.

"Once you enter this room, you're ours," Mr. Lincoln finished unlocking the doors, kicking them open so harshly a crack echoed throughout the hallway. Dropping me onto my feet, he grabbed my jaw and looked me in the eyes. 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?"

Swallowing, I did a very hesitant nod, looking up at him entirely as he placed his hand on my chest, pushing me backward and into the room. A knot formed in my throat eagerly as Mr. Hayes shut the door behind himself, flipping the lock his tone threatening, "Get on your knees."

His voice was stern and dark, his head to the side as he side-eyed me. I could barely see either of them, only the tint of the moon peeking through the window was allowing me to see. I was so used to his delicacy that this side of him through me like a curveball, it made my heart stampede and flutter at the same time.

"Don't make either of us repeat, Little One," He hissed, he sounded tempered yet calm, "Get on your fucking knees."

I dropped onto my knees 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. I don't know why but everything in me just desired to do as told, 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 along with shelves with other weird things on them.

"Lower your jeans," Mr. Hayes ordered as Mr. Lincoln rolled something next to me, my hand trembling as I lowered my jeans.

A yelp escaped my lips as something small and leather smacked my rear area, Mr. Hayes lifted my chin towards him, a smirk forming as he tightened a collar around my throat, a leash restraining me to the pipe that had been wheeled and locked next to me.

My pants were yanked off the rest of the way, another yelp escaping my lips as a second smack echoed through the room. A third one happened but harsher, Mr. Lincoln chuckling from behind me, "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 pipe as I stood on my knees. This made them both do deep chuckles as Mr. Lincoln yanked my head back by my hair, "Would the Pet like to speak?"

I nodded nervously, a smirk tugging at his lips as he teased a kiss on my mouth, "Speak."

"Wh-Wh-What are you hitting me w-with, Mr. Lincoln."

He spun it around in his hand, waving it over my face as he chuckled, "A whip. 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."

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."

He nibbled against my neck, making me hold the whip as I hugged the pipe, shivering from how cold it was against my skin. Biting down on my collarbone, he smacked his hand hard on my rear, a high yelp escaping my lips as Mr. Hayes came back in front of me.