Fifty Shades of Tronler

The Next Day

Connor's P.O.V;
I wake up and slowly open my eyes to see the unfamiliar room before me and a hand around my waist. Anxiety wells up in my chest until I remember the events of last night. I turn to look at Tyler, who is still sleeping peacefully. In an attempt to get up without disturbing him, I try to slowly wriggle out from under his arm. It proves to be unsuccessful, however, when Tyler's eyes open and he pulls me back to him. "Morning baby." He grumbles softly.

"Good morning Tyler." I speak.

"Is that what you're supposed to call me baby?" The blond haired man questions me with slightly raised brows.

"No no. I'm sorry Daddy. Please don't be mad." I've convinced myself I fucked it all up and put a hand over my eyes.

Tyler slowly reaches up and pulls my finders away from my face. "Sweetheart. I'm not mad. I understand this is all very new. It was just a little reminder. No need to get yourself so worked up." He assures and uses one hand to gently stroke my cheek.

I nod before quickly correcting myself with a verbal reply of "Yes Daddy."

I close my eyes again and allow myself to relax after receiving an approving smile from Tyler. He reaches to my behind and gently presses on the plug that he inserted last night. I had completely forgotten about it until now, when Tyler's actions cause me to writhe on the bed. "Stoopp." I whined and reached my hand toward his, grabbing his wrist.

"Alright Con." He chuckles and slowly pulls away from me. "I'm going to go take a shower. Would you like to come?"

"No thanks. Is that okay? I just want a little alone time." I say while looking down at the white sheets.

"Of course dear." He assures and kisses my forehead before walking off.

I begin to go through the events of last night in my mind when I hear the shower turn on.. The whole situation causes knots in my stomach. It's not a bad feeling, just a bit overwhelming. I really like Tyler, and he's been so sweet, but he's also my first in almost every aspect: first kiss, sexual partner, daddy.

I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I don't hear the shower turn off or notice when daddy comes out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He comes up to me and pulls nails I don't even realize I was chewing out of my mouth. "What are you thinking about baby?" He asks and strokes my hair gently.

"Dunno." I mumble and offer a little shrug.

Tyler sits on the bed and grabs my chin, forcing me to look in his eyes. "Love, for this to work I really need you to talk to me."

"Mhm." I say before taking a moment to process what I'm trying to say. "It's just a lot. Not bad a lot, just a lot. I just moved here and got the job and got with you. And I'm just really scared I'm gonna mess up, especially with having to use my words because I don't even realize how much I shrug or nod or shake my head." I speak and begin to feel a bit overwhelmed at it all.

When Tyler's face falls I know that my oversensitivity has ruined everything. Tears begin to form and I wipe them away with the back of my hands. The older man probably sees me as a big annoying baby as my breathing becomes hiccupy. "S-sorry." I stutter out.

Tyler's P. O.V:

My poor boy is sniveling in front of me and it absolutely breaks my heart. I already care about Connor so much it scares me a little, but I'm certain I've made the right decision bringing Connor in so fast.

I hush him softly and stroke his cheek. Most people assume BDSM is all spankings and handcuffs, but that simply is not true. As a dom, it is also my job to make sure Connor is being taken care of in all ways. It is is my job to make him feel better right now. I am more than happy to reassure Connor right now, to be the Daddy he needs.

"Aww love. It's okay. We're working on it together. You're going to make some mistakes and have a few bad times, but I'll make sure we get through it." I assure and kiss his forehead.

I'm not certain what it is about Connor, but he beings out a protective side in me. I had always stuck to the basic minimums when it came to aftercare or conversation, but more and more I find myself filling the Daddy role. A position of gentle yet firm guidance.

When Connor nods at me in response, I let it slide. I can tell he's having a rough tume and chastizing him over it right now is simply unnecessary. I sit with Connor held tight to me for a little while longer before speaking up. "You should start getting ready love." I speak and pull away, wiping a few stray tears away.

"Okay." He says and gets up, looking down at his toes, blushing.

"Okay bathroom is right through that door." I say and motion towards it. Connor stands and walks off before popping his head past the door. He is an even darker shade of red now. "What's up sweetheart?" I ask.

Connor speaks, but it comes out as a barely a mumble. "I'm going to need you to speak up baby." I chuckle softly.

He stares back down at his feet. "I need to use the bathroom, can you please take the plug out for me?"

I smile, proud Connor was able to speak up and use his words this time. "Of course love. Come over here. Come lay over my lap." I instruct and sit down.

CONNOR'S P.O.V:
I can still feel anxiety in my belly as I situate my self over Tyler's lap, burying my face in the soft duvet. The older man gently pulls down my boxers and I shiver as the cool air hits my now bare butt.

"Baby. I need you to relax yourself for me. It's going to be hard to take it out if you're so tense." he spoke.

I obeyed and began taking deep breaths, allowing myself to go lax in his arms.

"Good boy." Daddy praised me and slowly began working the plug out. "There we go it's nearly out Con, you're being my good boy."

I feel pride well up in me at the praise. The man gives me a gentle pat on my bum before  I sit up and shyly peck his lips.

"Come back when you're done baby. So I can put it back in." He says and smiles proudly at me.

I walk towards the bathroom and shut the door before using the toilet. I look at myself in the mirror as I wash my hands. I turn of the faucet and stand at the counter simply to allow myself a moment to process.

As soon as I get lost in thought, I hear a knock at the door and then Tyler's familiar voice. "You alright in there dear?" He asks.

"Yeah Daddy. I'll be out in a second." I respond, surprised by how easily the name rolls off my tongue. I dry my hands on a towel and open the door to see Tyler sitting back at the edge of the bed.

I shuffle over and lay back down face first in the same position as before, tensing again. "You're fine baby." He assured and ran a gentle hand down my back.'

I nod into the duvet and am glad Tyler let's it go, instead pushing one of his wet fingers into me.

I squeeze his thigh as he continues to stretch me out until I'm ready for the plug again. When he decides I am, I can feel the object push up against my entrance. Tyler gently inserts it into me and I begin to sit up, but am kept down. "We've got time baby. Just let yourself adjust."

I am grateful for Tyler knowing exactly what I need and curl up on his lap, bare naked. I let him rub my back soothingly and practically melt into him.