Warning: Smut and so much daddy kink.
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I had a problem.
For as long as I could remember, I saw everything as black and white and no I don't mean figuratively. Everything was, in my eyes, black and white. My parents had always told me that I just couldn't comprehend them but it simply wasn't true and I knew it. I knew it because one day my whole world lit up like Christmas lights.
It was the 11th of July and I, as usual, was stationed at the very back of an old café. I had already finished my obviously bland mocha and was watching plain faces go about their boring lives in a dull world. I had my cheek against the hard wood of the table I was sat behind and my hands were stuffed inside my jean pockets. Everything felt numb until suddenly, it all changed. The room burst and colours were suddenly filling each and every inch of my vision. It was indescribable and it was immediately followed by the sweetest sound in the galaxy. 'Hey, is anyone sitting here?' I lifted my head to find a thin, slightly muscular man who's arms were painted with tattoos. He was wearing a grey beanie with some of his black fringe hanging out at the front. His facial piercings gleamed under the led lights and his gorgeous hands were gently grasping a large cup with colours that I couldn't understand.
'I-I uh...n-no, n-no one is...sitting with me...' I stuttered. The man smiled happily before pulling out the chair across from me and planting himself on it.'
'You don't mind me sitting here, right?'
'N-Not at all! I-I'm just surprised! A-As I saw you, I felt...weird...' I blurted out. Immediately, I raised my hands to my face and blushed heavily as the man snickered at my nervousness. 'Sorry...I-I've just...never seen colour before...'
'You too, huh? I walked in here and...well...you're the only colour I can see...everything else is still so...'
'...grey.' I finished for him. I sighed sadly and looked down at my cup. I could feel the mysterious mans stare burn into me. At first, I thought he was annoyed at me for interrupting him until he reached across the table and cupped my cheek with his right hand. I didn't fight him as he lifted my head and stared into my eyes like I was a long-lost friend of his. 'Have we met before?'
'No, we haven't...' He replied. I slid my hand out of my pocket and placed it on his hand which was still gently placed on my cheek. 'You're so colourful...the world around you is so bland but you just...you just shine...'
'Who are you?'
'My name is Joshua Balz. I'm 22 from Pennsylvania. What about you?' His eyes shone like stars in the night sky as he studied each of my facial features.
'(Y/n) (Y/L/N). I'm 17 and I don't know where I'm from...' I stared back at him like nothing else in the world mattered. I couldn't help myself, the way he made my heart jackhammer was addictive. I couldn't think.
'Oh...you're only 17?'
'Pretend you didn't hear that so no one can blame you for us.'
'Whatever you want, (Y/n).'
'Where were you?' My mother screamed at me as I stepped upstairs and into my bedroom. I had slept at Josh's house the night before without telling anybody and my parents were getting fed up with it. They hated Josh and he knew it. They knew he was too old for me and despised him for that plus his profession. They told me he was just a Satan worshipper just because he had tattoos and liked metal music. '(Y/n)! Get back here right now!' My phone buzzed in my hand and as I looked down at the glowing screen, I fell in love once again. Josh had sent me a message.
Josh: Hey kitten. I miss you.
I smiled as my eyes scanned over the his text. I replied quickly, still ignoring my parents who were shouting from down stairs.
(Y/n): I miss you too. My parents are super pissed at you for letting me stay over. Should I sneak out tonight?
Josh: I'd love it if you did. Everything is black and white without you. Literally.
(Y/n): Colours are so pointless without you around...
Josh: By the way, you wouldn't happen to know your neck size, would you?
(Y/n): No, why?
Josh: No reason. Also, how would you feel about being tied up?
(Y/n): Don't know. Why do you ask?
Instead of replying Josh sent me a picture that made my face go red. I could see a pink, leather collar laying on the edge of his bed with a familiar tail buttplug and a long, black tie I had only seen him wear once. I gulped loudly as he sent me a second photo of a vibrator with the remote beside it.
Josh: Wear my favourite panties, no bra, a skirt and whatever shirt you want.
