Poison ✔️

Four

Four

I woke up around five this morning. Why I don't know, but I couldn't fall back asleep, even with Zach sleeping soundly beside me, I was worried about him. In all honesty I wanted to know why he kept coming in my room every night, why didn't eat much, why he seemed so timid. All I actually knew was that his mother had been using him for money while on drugs, and abusing him. I knew he had no father, and that he had a brother as well. But that was it, and I wasn't sure how to ask him without setting him off. By the looks of things this was all touchy subjects with him and I was not here to trigger his old memories.

Today I planned to take him out shopping, I knew he'd need a lot of pushing once we got there to actually let me buy him something. But I was fine with that, he was timid and it was his personality to feel like he was taking too much from whoever cared for him. Especially because of his bitch of a mother, and her money problems.

I was downstairs now, planning to make a small breakfast for Zach considering he usually never wanted to get up in the mornings and always wanted to walk to school which was how he usually got out of eating. Again, I knew it was how he lived at his 'home', so it was sort of a habit for him, which I planned on breaking.

I let out a deep breath, thinking about last night's, barely there, conversation. Zach had actually spoken to me, and I didn't have to prompt him to, although the question was one of the less desired topics. It still had happened and I was aggravated at Tristan for bringing it up, but also happy that he had asked me the question. But this also brang up a new point; by the way he had asked me, it was clear he had no clue what BDSM was to begin with, this made me believe he was so innocent, I was afraid of tainting it. I ran a hand down my face groaning, fucking Tristan and making my life complicated, I knew he was open about his lifestyle and all but that didn't mean I was.

Walking back upstairs, I made my way back towards my room to wake him up. I chuckled a little seeing him sprawled out on my side of the bed, his shirt was halfway up his chest letting be get a plain look at his flat stomach and the faintness of his ribs. My brows furrowed, I was feeding him. So why wasn't he gaining any weight? I sighed, maybe if I keep a better eye on him for the next few days something will come to light on this... I sounded like a flipping stalker.

"Zach, time to get up bud," I knelt down on the floor shaking him softly, I let out another chuckle when he groaned and rolled over on my side of the bed, snuggling into my pillow with a huge huff. He could seriously be adorable sometimes. "Zachary, you'll be late," I called out in a sing song voice. The next thing I knew he had bolted straight up, his eyes wide before he hopped out of bed mumbling something to himself on the way out.

After that I couldn't get the smile off my face. He once again didn't have enough time to walk to school so I gave him a ride after he had eaten most his porridge and toast. I held in a laugh as he thanked me leaving the car with his head, that is, until a mass of blonde hair and small limbs literally tumbled into my poor unsuspecting Zach. I knew it was childish of me but I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as I drove off to the club, I had things to sort out.

Once seated in my office I sighed and got to work on the case; one of the members of the club had been abused during a scene. The sub had clearly safe worded and the man had blatantly ignored him. This was serious considering if any submissive ever safe worded it was like a golden rule to stop right away and talk about what had happened. The so called Dominant had completely lost, not only the submissive's trust but mine as well. Yes, I had proof from both the submissives own accord and I had video cameras in every room to make sure if this did ever happen I would have proof against the individual. Everyone knew about the cameras and had to sign a sheet saying that they knew it would only ever be used for the safety of both parties and all of that shit.