Love Spell

Chapter 6

Kyle's pov (in the morning)

I felt something warm but cold at the same time resting peacefully in my arms. I pulled it slightly closer to me as it attempted to snuggle deeper into my chest. Suddenly it was gone and firy pain shot through my spine radiating out to the rest of my body from my heart. I groaned in discomfort. After what felt like forever relief flooded from my shoulder. I quickly clung to the hand holding it tightly for comfort. I finally opened my eyes to see Marco. Disgust being my initial reaction I jumped backwards. "NO!" I heard Marco yell, but it was too late. The pain came back instantly like it always did. Marco's hand shot forward and his index finger made contact with my head resulting in, of course, relief. "Sorry if I woke you. I was startled so I fell of the bed." Marco apologized. 'He deserves to be punched in the face for that! He had no idea!-' I stopped for a moment. He was apologizing and looked genuinely guilty. He is being so nice to me even though I was a dick to him and he could easily get back at me right now. I waved my hand dismissively while saying, "I'm fine." and grabbing Marco's soft hand from my head.

I don't know what I'm doing, but I know I have to kiss him, otherwise the pain will always come back. Besides, I'm a Tenor I am positive I can resist this stupid spell! "I'm ready" He didn't say a word. I could see the determination in his eyes as he leaned forward to kiss me. I guess he really wasn't lying about him being attracted to me. I felt so many things fly through my mind once he kissed me. Before I could process a single one of the thousands of new emotions one took over in a feeling. Pleasure. I wanted to make him feel just as much pleasure as me, so when he was about to pull away I pulled him back. I kissed him the way I had kissed girls before, but this felt so much better, plus I was only doing it to please him.

When he was able to pull away I snapped from my trance. I feel my face burn a million shades of pink and red. I remembered what he had told me yesterday and my heart just about shattered. After the kiss the pull breaks. That means that me trying to make out with him only would've made master upset... WHAT THE FUCK!? "S-Sorry..." Before I could figure out what the fuck that was, words that hadn't come out of Kyle Tenor's mouth since his dad had died slipped out simply. I also freaking stuttered! Did I, Kyle Tenor, just stutter!? He looked appalled but just shook his head and then smiled a heart melting smile. I swear my heart did until he said something that brought it back to life. "It's okay, you didn't mean too." I smiled at him, I have no idea why but knowing that I hadn't upset him rested my thoughts and I knew I could just live in the moment. I loved hearing him speak, especially positively towards me.

He looked at my neck and suddenly frowned, this resulted in me wanting to frown. I was just about to ask him what was wrong when he spoke himself. "Is it uncomfortable?" His voice seemed full of sympathy which warmed my heart until his words registered and I looked down at my neck. Suddenly it all made sense. Why I had referred to him as master in my head, was because he WAS my master. I was his property as the collar said. I wanted to be mad. I wanted to explode, but sadly I found great pride and pleasure in the knowledge that I was owned by Marco. I almost fell back off of the bed with this realization "N-no I didn't even notice." I respond stuttering and speaking quieter than intended. "I think you should head home. Your parents are probably worried sick." My heart dropped I didn't want to leave my master. I shook my head. I mean I didn't want to leave Marco. He made me happy and I felt accepted around him. My family (mom and servants) didn't make me feel this way. I realized there was only one way to make this work... Beg! I leaped forward hugging Marcos waste. "But, I don't wanna!" I cried towards my mas- I mean Marco. He just laughed a deep comforting laugh that I had to resist the urge to purr at. "You have too!" I sighed in pure defeat. I didn't want to disobey Mast- Marco. "What do I do about this?" Sudden terror hit me when I thought about anyone seeing the collar. "Wear a... scarf?" we laughed a little. "Okay, I'll wear a scarf." I responded. I wasn't sure where I'd find a scarf and wanted to ask Master- Marco not Master- for one of his."Um- do you have a scarf?" I asked

He laughed a little before nodding. He walked over to his closet pulling out a black scarf. I wanted to make a rude comment about his girly fashion sense but, yet again my mouth failed me. "Thank you very much," Was my reply instead. He nodded before replying. "No, problem it's the least I can do considering you are being forced to where that." He said pointing to the collar. It would actually be quite stylish if it didn't say that I was owned. I smiled a little. "I'll be off than, school is going to be awful tomorrow." I laughed it off like a joke, but in the pit of my stomach I could feel it really would be awful. I won't be able to go against Marco I can tell that much already. I can also be sure that my friends will want to beat him up again after school. Just the thought of that filled me with anger. I would protect him from now on and never bully him.

I needed to right my wrongs with Marco now that I was cursed to bend to his every will.

I waved shyly a small blush painted gently on my cheeks, before walking from his room and towards the door. Once I was out side of his house, I felt more like myself, and as I was walking home I realized only two things about me had changed on account of the spell. The first one was that I was still in love with Marco even when I wasn't around him he clouded my thoughts like a storm, the other thing different about me was I was absolutely terrified of children and the elderly. Promise I will never get on their bad sides again. Once I got home I didn't even bother sneaking in, I was positive they knew I was missing on the account that they threw a party, for me and I didn't show up. Once I stepped inside one of the maids raced towards me. "Kyle! Oh my goodness! You have no idea how worried your mother, was. Hey, where did you get that scarf." She reached for the scarf and I yanked back immediately, not only because I was hiding something underneath the scarf, but also because the scarf belonged to Marco and I wanted to keep it close to me.

"I'll keep this with me, shouldn't you be off to tell my mother i'm home." I tried to hide the hostility from my voice, but it clearly shined through. She hurried away instantly after that.

I walked towards my bedroom. When I walked through it took much effort not to slam the door. The overwhelming fear, anger, and sadness, hit me like a tidal wave, that would flood large cities. I pulled my shirt off over my head and flopped on my bed still wearing the black scarf. I traced the scars on my stomach, from my father, and placed my cold mask back on. Although my mask was starting to crack I would put it up until the very last second. And even with absolutely no emotion on my face a single tear rolled down my face. "I'm sorry father. I think I have fallen for the weakest person ever in the entirety of the universe, and for someone so weak he is the only person strong enough to make me feel like this again. Please don't be disappointed in me, for this" I sobbed the last part and suddenly I was curled up in a ball sobbing to myself.