Dominating Submissive

greeting

I clenched the chain in my hand before smirking and pulling it roughly, leaving the younger boy gasping. Then, a large smile covered his lips before I ran my fingers underneath his chin, lightly running my fingertips underneath. The boy under me fucking purred at my touch.

"How should your punishment go today, Iona?" I whispered lowly as he let out a course moan.

"Any way you want, sir. Just please punish me..."

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My bag slung over my shoulder, I walked down the dreary streets of Luckisten, my hometown for a long time. My fingers grazed my outer thigh multiple times, only to feel the burning of the Mark there as I sighed and dragged my feet across the ground. Lucien was not a name for a boy. But to think, my body was not for a boy either. My strength and power was a whole other story. Many kids liked swinging on my arms while I stood and let them do as they please.

Another dreary day at work with grumpy customers and other people like so. I honestly didn't care. A job is a job, it pays my bills. Being only twenty and working in a bank is super rare, but it pays well. Plus I'm great with numbers.

"Good evening, ma'am. Ooh! Who do we have here?" I looked down at the child below me as the woman sighed and laying cash on the desk. She was always my first customer of the day, and she wouldn't go to anyone else. "Mrs. Lucken, this a lot to deposit, are you sure?"

"I'm sure, Lucien, now get on with it." She bit back harshly as I sighed, handing her little girl a lollipop and continuing with my normal routine. As I typed numbers in the computer, I heard the faint bell ringing in the distance, then thudding as the receipt printed.

"Here you g- what the..." I whispered before looking around. Everyone was on their knees, making confused faces as they tried to look up, but seemed to fail miserably. Pheromones, that had to be it. An Upper Class is here, which made my heart beat faster than ever.

"Mmm, I see we have a lost chicken here." A voice clouded my head as I looked at the door, seeing the most elegant person I've ever seen. He was dressed in a coat that looked so soft to the touch, a button up shirt, a pair of slacks, and a fedora to top it all off. He looked so...nice. "May I ask why you're still standing?" He asked before a sweet scent filled my senses, making me hum. It smelled like flowers, or the pies my mom used to bake me as a kid. The boy's eyes widened as he looked around. He had beautiful eyes, almost as blue as the Hawaiian waters. His hair was hardly noticeable, but I did catch the colour, a deep brown.

"You're pretty." I spoke freely, leaning over the counter, crumbling the receipt under me. I heard Mrs. Lucken growl underneath us as I smiled. The boy was blushing, really hard. He seemed so dominant, but really he was submissive. The opposite of me. "My name is Lucien."

I stuck out my hand and as his had touched mine, I felt the outside of my thigh burn harshly. I felt the lines sinking deeper and deeper into my skin. The swirled patterns making a flower as burning me. The boy jerked back, clutching chest as I tilted my head. He had a Mark too, but who's?

"Sorry, my name is Iona. The youngest of the six Upper Class." He replied as one of his bodyguards came in. He eyed me then stood by the door in parade rest*. I smiled.

"Iona Huduski? You're only a year older than me, I know a lot about you guys." I said as he laid cash up on my counter. He trusts me...with his money? I laughed before typing things into the outdated computer and clicking send.

"How? Are you Marked?" He asked and I looked at him with a serious stare.

"Well, if you were a good boy and observe me, of course I am." My voice was deep and it made Iona stiffer than a doornail. I smiled once again smiled before grabbing the money and placing it into my cash register, trying to ignore the way Iona was breathing so heavily. "Anyway, here's you receipt and Iona?"

"Y-yes?"

I leaned over the counter, my torso flat on the marble as my lips touched the shell of Iona's ear, making the boy stiffen once again. "I suggest you to let the customers go unless you want me to do that to you."

"Please." Iona whimpered so softly I could barely hear him, but I pulled away and everyone was standing, glaring at the younger fellow.

"See you soon, Mr. Huduski!" I waved cheerfully as he walked out of the bank, stiffened and clenched fisted. I laughed before turning to Mrs. Lucken and handing her receipt. I apologized and moved on with the next customer. This was a not a normal routine, and I had a feeling it was soon going to be.

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I got home that evening, tired and worn out from carrying almost three-hundred pounds of money to the Lock Room. Sure, I had some help by some co-workers, but sadly, I'm the strongest of the men. I shrugged off my shirt and pants before laying in bed, staring at the ceiling in boredom. This was my life, friendless, depressing. I had no one, no one at all. My mother passed when I was three and my father when I was eleven. I've been caring for myself ever since I was young, and I didn't want to end up like them.

My mind drifted in and out before blue eyes filled my mind, making a small smile form on my face. He was small, smaller then Marie I work with, and she's only 5'2. He looked so intimidating at first, but if you break down his exterior, he's really just submissive. My thigh burned just thinking about him.

My thoughts were broke away when a pair of blue eyes became real. He was right in front of my face, making me yell in fear, the trying to sit up, only knocking our heads together. Iona groaned before rubbing his forehead as I sat up. He was sitting on my lap. He was sitting in my lap.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" I yelled as his hands covered my mouth, looking around before sighing in relief. He looked terrified, but also happy. Why? Did I make him happy? Warmth filled my lower stomach before I shook my head gently.

"I followed you home, then you were thinking about me, so I invited myself in." Iona said bluntly before looking down at me. Fuck, I was only in boxers and he was on top of me.

Not now, Lucien, not now.

"Creep. Why did you follow me home?" I asked before sitting up fully, dragging the boy with me as I did so. We were so close, so close I could feel his breath on my face before a deep smirk planted in my face. "Was it what I said at the bank, about me pinning you?"

"What?! No!" Iona burned a deep red as I laughed, leaning my head before and holding my chest. Iona only let out a few chuckles before I regained my posture. "I...I was physically attracted to you, my body kept telling me to go forward, so I did."

"Oh." Was all I could say in the end. He was attracted to me, not physically, but mentally. "Let me see your Mark." I demanded and Iona tensed before nodding, taking off his jacket and his shirt. The Mark was implanted right below his clavicle, in a deep red and gold colour. It was a flower, a purple flower with a golden stem. I nearly cried. This was my Mark. We shared the same Mark. I pulled up my thigh, showing the beautiful flower the same design, only and black and purple and ribbons wrapping around it. Iona's eyes widened as he looked at me.

"You- we- the same Mark." He whispered before running his fingers over mine, making the burning sensation return, only more duller than usual. It was...pleasurable.

"Well, that means you're mine, doesn't it?"

(someone burn me :D)