𝙕𝙄𝙂𝙂𝙔
Leaving home four years ago was the best thing I could have done. Selling myself on the streets for the past two years, the worst, but what else was I to do? All I truly wanted was someone I could love and someone to love me in return. Was it really too much to ask?
Meeting him though, the most handsome man ever, I thought all my prayers had been answered…..until they weren’t.
That man was almost the death of me.
𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘
An early call out changes my life forever. I can’t get him out of my head. I need to know his story, need to know what put him in the back of my ambulance, as close to death as he could be.
The more I know, the more I want him in my life, but is he too damaged? Too scarred at such an early age to let me love him as he deserves.
I’ve been burnt before but I won’t let that stop me this time. I need to make him see he can have it all, including me.
𝗦𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗭𝗶𝗴𝗴𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗠 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗺.
Fuck. This wasn’t good. He stalked towards me, bending to my ear as he spoke.
“What have we said about keeping things tidy, Ziggy? I came home and went to the kitchen for a drink. Imagine my surprise when I see dishes in the sink, food still needing to be put away and the table not even laid for tonight.”
As he spoke, he gripped my upper arm, his fingers digging in so much I knew he would leave a mark. I winced with the pain, and even though we’d talked about this before, I knew I’d done wrong. I should have cleaned up before I even stepped in the shower. He would have preferred me to be dirty than the house untidy.
“I, I, I’m sorry, Damian. I thought I’d have enough time before you came home.”
“Really, Ziggy? You know what happens to boys who don’t do as they’re told.”
I did and had a pretty good idea where he was going. He’d told me before naughty boys were spanked, but I hadn’t thought he was serious. Guess I’d been wrong.
“Boys who misbehave get punished…spanked. I’ve been very patient with you of late, and you have been so very good, but I can’t let this go unpunished. Don’t you agree?”
Did I agree? I’m not sure I did and him putting me over his knee was not my idea of fun at all. It was humiliating, and I backed away from him, clutching my towel close to me.
“I’m sorry, Damian. I won’t do it again. Please don’t do this.” My heart pounded, and my hands shook at the thought of what he was about to do. I did not want this.
Damian chuckled, a dark sound, not remotely light-hearted, and for a second, I wondered who he was. Where was the Damian I lived with day after day?
He sat on the bed and patted his lap, encouraging me to lie across it.
“Come now, Ziggy, you will obey me.” I shook my head, continuing to back up, hitting the wall. I had nowhere else to go. I couldn’t do this, but if I didn’t, he’d be displeased with me.
“I think at least ten will be sufficient for tonight, but then you’ll dress and go downstairs to clean up the mess you made. Agreed?”
I was torn. I felt humiliated, degraded and all because I hadn’t tidied the kitchen. But the urge to move towards him and take my punishment was overriding my usual good sense. I wanted to please him. I didn’t want to disappoint him.
“You deserve it. Now come here and take it like the good boy you are.”
