Harsh

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Troye was still cuddled against Jacob the next morning, but Jacob's alarm went off and the Dom eventually untangled himself from the smaller boy's limbs so he could roll out of bed. Troye sat up immediately, gathering blankets around himself to keep the chill of the room away. He pursed his lips out in a little pout, one that made Jacob arch a brow.

"You really should get up to get in the habit of waking up for school," the Dom informed him, and Troye's face fell a bit. He was not looking forward to school at all. "Yes sir," he sighed, but he snuggled further into the blankets. "Do you have anything specific you want me to wear today?" "Something warm, clearly, judging by how you're burrowing into those blankets," Jacob murmured idly as he turned and stepped into his own closet.

Troye tossed off the blankets and scurried, in just his boxers and t-shirt, to his closet as well. He decided that something warm would be a pair of tights and one of Jacob's large jumpers. When he shyly walked back out of the closet, Jacob was pulling a black turtleneck sweater over his head, one that made Troye's mouth water a bit. He was, however, disappointed that he couldn't see Jacob's neck. He very much liked the tendons there. Jacob smiled at Troye when he finally looked at him.

"Is this okay?" Troye squeaked hopefully. "It's very nice," Jacob approved. "I like you in my clothing. It was a good decision to put those jumpers in there." The sub blushed, and Jacob walked over to cup his face in one hand as his other arm wrapped possessively around Troye's waist. He brushed their lips together, and Troye shivered, but it wasn't from the cold.

Troye lowered his gaze down to Jacob's firm chest, and when he spoke his voice was soft, "What are we doing today?" "I have work again," Jacob told him. "A bit earlier than normal, so I won't be there for breakfast." Troye's eyes widened. If Jacob wasn't going to be at the table with him but Brandon was going to be, then Troye didn't feel like going to breakfast either.

Without thinking he shook his head quickly, "No, please! Come to breakfast, I-" "Pardon me?" Jacob began sternly. "What was that you just said? Did you say no?" Troye felt Jacob seize his chin firmly, forcing Troye to meet his gaze, and Troye finally choked, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, sir. I'm just scared because Brandon and-" Jacob's expression softened considerably then, "Before you tried to speak against what I was saying, I was going to ask if you would like to join me for breakfast in my office. Now I'm not so sure."

"I'll be good," Troye gasped automatically, gazing at Jacob sincerely. He knew how much Jacob preferred eye contact rather than being shied away from. "Very good for you sir, I'm sorry. I won't disobey or be loud." Jacob examined him for a few moments, but then he nodded, "Very well. You may join me." Troye kissed Jacob's jaw happily, hugging his Dom, "Thank you, sir. Thank you so much." Jacob gently hugged him back, but then he patted Troye's bum,

"Get something to preoccupy yourself, pet, because I can't have any distractions today." And that was how Troye found himself seated on the couch in Jacob's office, eating beans and toast and doing an essay about his Christmas break. He mainly jotted down possible opening paragraphs, making sure to include how he'd been matched. How he had been matched with Jacob.

The first time I opened up my letter that told me about my Dominate, I never imagined anyone like Jacob. Yes, I could see that he was a stunningly handsome man; wavy black hair, gorgeous hazel eyes, and incredibly fit. I was scared though. I was scared because he was thirty-two, I'm only eighteen, and because the letter said Jacob was incredibly high maintenance.

He is that, he expects a lot from me but it's things that are good for me, he expects what will make me a better person and I don't think he'll ever take me for granted. I've only known him for a few weeks now but I have come to love him so much. He takes care of me, and I wish with all of my being that I can be a better submissive for him, because I am terrified that I'm not good enough. I'm terrified that he will leave me.