Yes Sir (Tronnor Fanfiction)

I'm Sorry. (ch. 15)

Connor's POV

 

I felt a little bad as I stepped out of the bedroom and left Troye to sleep alone. I wanted to turn around and hold onto him until he fell asleep, but I couldn't.

There were rules, and he broke them. He had a curfew and he knew I didn't want him to get wasted, but I guess what could you expect from a nineteen year old? Although I am not that angry at him, I need him to take me and my role as his master seriously.

Since I have never had a sub as my own, I have a bit more to prove as a master. Sure, I've gone to those sorts of clubs regularly and have had some fun nights with some subs, but I've never been interested in them enough to make it official... which means that I've never had as much responsibility and power over someone before Troye.

The beginning of a Dom/sub relationship is crucial, it teaches them what the master expects from them and how serious disobeying is.

Which is also the reason why he needs a bigger punishment than sleeping alone for a night.

I'm just not sure what.

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I woke up at around ten in the morning, realizing that I had fallen asleep on the couch. I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. My body felt like it got hit by a car, probably because couches are meant for sitting – not sleeping, even though I had only gotten three or four hours of sleep.

I contemplated on going back to sleep, but that would be voiding Troye's punishment and also it's ten in the morning. Instead I did go to our room, but to wake Troye up.

As I got into the room and made my way to the bed where he was sleeping and seeing that he must've taken off all his clothes in the middle of the night, since he was sleeping fully nude and his cute little butt wasn't even fully covered by the blanket draped over him. He was faced away from me so I made my way to the other side of the bed to see his face smushed into the pillow, with his mouth partially open as he let out tiny snores.

Aren't I a lucky man?

I sit down on the bed right next to him as I wake him up. "It's time to get up, pet. Breakfast will be ready in a minute." I say softly.

He didn't say anything, instead letting out whines as he shuffled around and began rubbing his eyes. "I'm so tired."

"That's what happens when you're hung-over." I said as I grab the pain medication I set on the table last night and the glass of water and handed it to him. "Take this."

He didn't question it, just taking them and chugging them down with water, and finishing the whole glass. "My head hurts!" He whined as he curled himself into a ball.

"Aww I'm sorry, baby. Those meds will kick in soon I promise, and eating helps it go faster as well. I told Lusa not to make anything that is heavy so I think she's making some eggs and toast for you." I say as I begin to rub his head.

Once we got downstairs and into the kitchen Troye starts to eat right away. As I guessed, there were eggs and toast, but also some fruit in a bowl for him. I wasn't hungry, so I just had my morning coffee as I watched him eat his food.

"You know you're going to have to be punished for last night?" I asked as he was in the middle of taking a bite of his toast. He froze for a moment, looking down at his food looking as if he just remembered that he got in trouble last night. "Do you remember what happened, pet?"

He nodded and didn't look at me, setting down his food with a look of guilt on his face. "For the most part, yes."

"I had two rules for you: don't get wasted and be back by midnight, and you broke both of them. I gave you a little bit of freedom and you proved to me that you couldn't handle it. I'm really disappointed in you, Troye."