Yes Sir (Tronnor Fanfiction)

One Last Time (ch. 23)

Once I'm dropped off at the front door I walk into the empty house. Part of me was hoping that Connor would be waiting there for me, telling me he forgives me and that everything is going to be okay. But the truth is, I have no idea what's going to happen when I see him again. Is he going to tell me to get my things and kick me out? Is this relationship that we've been working on for the last year and a half going to be over because I made the biggest mistake of my life?

As I walk through the house my first instinct is to go straight to our room, because it's the only place other than his arms that I actually feel at home.

I lay down on the bed and hope that soon he'll come back and we can try to fix things. I start to feel anxious as the hours go by with no trace of him being here, wishing that he'd at least text me as I stare down at my phone in front of me, waiting for a message or call from him. However as the sun sets and it fades to night I can't help by tear up and fear for the worst, that this is his way of telling me he's done with me. That my ultimate punishment is losing him forever.

Somehow in the middle of worrying and crying I find myself drifting off to sleep. Maybe if I dream hard enough I can dream about an alternate reality where we didn't have the stupid argument, or at least I hadn't made that phone call.

It had to have only been a little past midnight when I hear a door opening and closing, and footsteps coming up the stairs. I immediately sit up waiting for him to come to bed to talk, but the footsteps that became louder started to fade again as he went right past our room. When I realized he's not coming to bed I get up and walk to the door, slowly opening it and peaking my head out to see him opening the door to the guest bedroom down the hallway.

"Sir?" I say quietly before he walks in. He freezes and doesn't look at me. He looks exhausted and somewhat broken.

"Go back to bed, pet." He tells me and goes into the room and shuts the door.

It didn't sit well with me, to say the least. He usually only says that word as a term of endearment, but for some reason when he said it just then it felt... strange. Distant. I couldn't understand, why wouldn't he talk to me after what happened today? Why isn't he coming in here to yell at me or to tell me to go into the playroom in order to receive my punishment? 

Instead of pressing farther, I listen to him, quietly shutting the door and heading back to bed. As I lay there I can't help but wonder what will happen tomorrow when we both get some rest and have a clear head to talk things out.

Needless to say for the rest of the night I couldn't go back to sleep.

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The next day he avoided me as well. I stayed in the room and waited for him to come in to talk but it never came. When I got up to go find him he was nowhere to be found, so I assumed he went into work early in order to avoid any discussion. 

That's how is was for weeks. He'd spend all his time at work, and when he wasn't there he was cooped up inside his office. Then to end the day he'd go to the guest room to sleep. That was his schedule. If I tried to go in to talk he'd just shoo me away, telling me that he's busy or just saying 'not now, pet' and every time he'd call me pet it just hurt more and more. Half into a year in our relationship he started to call me baby. If he ever used the term 'pet' it was during scenes or if he was in Dom mode. Now he's saying it as if he's trying to distance himself from me. Every time he would tell me to go I could feel heart break more and more as the days went on, and the distance between us became further and further.