Yes Sir (Tronnor Fanfiction)

Hey Stranger (ch.13)

It was Thursday night – well, technically Friday morning since it was 2 am and I couldn’t fall asleep. I laid in in bed with a million things going through my mind. I turned to my right and there was Connor peacefully sleeping, looking unbelievably sexy even when he’s not trying to be. Perhaps it was because he was naked and there was a thin blanket conveniently only draped over his lower region. In the heat of the moment I was tempted to get on top of him and beg him to fuck me relentlessly.  However he seemed to be content and we have had plenty of spontaneous sessions in the last week. In fact our spontaneity has caused us to go at each other 4 times within the last twenty-four hours. Before work, at work, in the limo on the way home, and before we went to sleep.

I sighed to myself and quietly got up, and put on a pair of clean underwear and sweatpants.

Since I was up I went to the kitchen and got myself a snack, before going back upstairs and went to Connor’s office that was next door to our room. Since I’ve been here I have yet to see him in this room, when he works he’s usually on his personal laptop on the bed, that is if I’m not trying to get him to get him to fuck me.

What can I say? I’m extremely attracted to him and the more I’m with him the more it gets harder for me to keep my hands off of him. Of course he doesn’t always give me what I want which leads to me pouting and then him telling me to stop or I’d get punished, and after the last punishment I think I want to wait a while for my next one.

Anyways so I walked over to the desktop computer that is on his… well… desk, and sit down and log into my some of my social media accounts. I go on facebook first to see how my family and friends are doing and how everything is back at home since I haven’t really talked to any of them in months and I’m never on here. As I look down the feed I start feeling sadder and sadder from how much I miss everyone. Everyone seems so happy and it feels as if they forgot about me. Of course I know that they haven’t but it’s been months since I’ve gotten a call from anyone.

I mean of course I’m happy here… now. But the months prior since I basically came to the states I’ve been miserable. Finally I feel like I’m doing something with my life and going somewhere but that doesn’t change the fact that the people that were there my whole life aren’t here now.

Instantly I log into skype, hoping that maybe someone would be on and I could see how things are back home. It’s about 2:30 am here but in Perth it should be around 6 pm.

Once the computer successfully logs into my skype I see that nobody is on besides one person – my dad. However I’m not surprised since he’s usually always online due to work and whatnot, and when he is he’s always logged into everything including skype.

Quickly I press on his contact and call him, waiting in anticipation hoping that he answers.

A few rings later someone finally accepts and my dad is right there on the screen.

“Troye!” He yells out with happiness in his voice. “Laurelle! Troye’s on skype!” He calls out and a minute later I see my mom’s face popping in right next to my dad’s with a huge smile on her face.

“Hey guys!” I say enthusiastically but quietly in fear of waking Connor up.

“Hey sweetie how are you?!” My mom asks as she leans forward into the microphone just to make sure I can hear her, and my dad getting annoyed because she keeps shoving him out of the way.

“I’m good how are you guys?” I ask as I laugh at my dad’s facial expression.

“Honey he can hear you perfectly fine when you’re leaned back. You do this every time!” He said as he’s trying to fit into the frame.