Harsh

♡ deux ♡

"I don't know what to wear," Troye grumbled, looking through his smallish closet. He didn't want to go meet his new Dom looking like a whore, so he crossed all shorts off of his list. "Go in regular clothes, some skinny jeans and a t-shirt. He's stuck with you regardless of what you show up looking like. Don't go to him looking scandalous quite yet. Then again, who knows, he could expect you to look like that often," Troye's father told him sitting down on his bed,

"Go to him wearing what you wouldn't mind wearing on the norm," He added, and Troye looked back at him then to the clothes hanging in his closet. His father was his mother's Dom, he would know what a Dominant would want. His father was also who Troye normally went to for advice anyway. So Troye listened to him."I'm going to change now. I'll see you downstairs," Troye told him and he left, the click of the door letting Troye know that it was safe to undress. There were classes that all high schoolers took that taught them the ways of the Dom and Sub life. One of the rules were to never let someone other than your Dom see your body, unless your Dom allows you to show it off.

Troye dressed himself in something simple but flattering. He put on some tight black skinny jeans, he had to lie back on his bed to get them past his thighs, then had to jump around to get them passed his ass. His shirt was loose and black and had a dipping neckline to show off his sharp collarbones. He sprayed his hair with some sea salt spray to keep his curls in place and then moisturized his skin, if his Dom wanted to touch him he wanted to give the man something nice to feel.

Troye glanced at the little red clock hanging on his wall and sighed in irritation. He had fifteen minutes to get to the shop and he really didn't want to be late, his Dom was probably already there. "Mom, I have to go!" Troye yelled and grabbed his phone off of the charger, shoving it into his left back pocket and grabbing his wallet, putting it into his right pocket."The car is already started, it's heated," she called up the stairs and Troye nodded to himself, checking his body in the mirror one last time to make sure he was perfect then ran down the stairs and out the front door with a quick 'goodbye'.

The snow was thick and heavy in the front yard and Troye sort of hated it. He loved sleeping in the cold weather but didn't like living in it. The small car was started and warm like promised and Troye mentally thanked his mum for it. The drive was slow but Troye got to the shoppe five minutes early. Parking the car and putting the keys into his front pocket, Troye got out of the car and walked into the slightly busy shop.

There were people milling about and bugging other people trying to work. The shop could have been categorized as being a coffee shop. Troye went to the front counter and ordered himself a hot caramel macchiato and a small glazed donut. He turned and scanned the shoppe while the order was being made. He couldn't spot the Dom he was supposed to meet, Troye was sure he would be able to recognize the man if he was there.

"Your order," The waiter said behind him and Troye turned, paying for his meal. After grabbing his drink and donut, Troye turned again and started to actively look for his Dom. He wasn't sitting anywhere in the front of the Shoppe but when Troye made his way to the much quieter part of the shop, he instantly recognized the man's wavy black hair.Troye stopped walking and stared at the man reading the newspaper. This was it. This was his Dom, the man sitting right there was the man that would take care of Troye forever. Troye inhaled a deep breath and looked around the shop once more, now taking in the dress and stature of the people.

Doms and Subs were everywhere, many subs wore collars while Doms were freshly dressed with a bracelet that matched their sub. Troye wondered if his Dom would make him wear a collar, it was the symbol of absolute trust between the two people.Troye turned back to his reading Dom and decided it was time. It was time to face him and introduce himself. I'm going to die, this man is going to kill me, Troye thought to himself then stepped right up to the table Jacob sat at, his head bent low to show submission.