CONNOR'S POV:
I rest my head against his chest as Tyler holds a firm hand on my back. "You'll start tomorrow," the pastel haired man whispers and begins running his hands through my hair. "I'll have my driver come pick you up at 8:30 AM tomorrow. I want you to get my coffee order and meet me here. That will be your desk over there," he smiles softly and points to the sleek white desk across the room. Tyler could see me at all times, I would always be under his watch. As strange as it seems, I don't mind the idea of always having Tyler there to watch over me. In fact, I quite like the idea.
I jump and scramble off of Tyler's lap as I hear someone knock at the door, hitting my head on the edge of his large desk. "Come in." Mr. Oakley responds and helps me up, looking at the forming bump on the back of my head. Hannah smiles and walks in with a stack of papers in her hand. "Here's the signed contract sir. I'm going to be heading out early today. I mentioned it in the e-mail I sent you last week." The man holding me in his arms nods and waves her away.
When Hannah walks away Tyler begins to rub softly at the back of my head. "Ow ow ow." I mumble out as he does so, then I proceed to push his hand away.
"Sorry Con. Just trying to help." he speaks and pulls out a contract, handing it to me. "I want you to look this over for the job. Tell me if there is anything you want to change."
I raise my eyebrow. I was just an assistant, why such a long contract? I decide not to argue and scan over it, seeing the words submissive agreement across the top and allowing my jaw to go slack. "Bu bu bu." I begin, only to have Tyler interject.
"Oh sorry love wrong contract. We're not ready for that one yet are we?"
"No. I wanna see it!" I blurt out, letting myself speak before I think. Oh gosh, now I sound desperate I think as my face goes red.
Tyler, however, holds out the contract to me with a caring look. "I'm happy to see you're interested." he says and wraps his arms around my waist. "Are you familiar with BDSM?" he continues.
I blush even more than before and shrug. "I told you Connor. Words." Tyler replies firmly
"A little sir. I've heard of it and um well. Nevermind it's silly."
"Tell me Connor. For this to work I need you to be able to talk to me."
I nod and look up at him with still flushed cheeks. "I've read some stories and stuff about it." I admit and look back down.
"Thank you Connor. That's a good boy." he says, tone filled with proud. I find myself smiling at his praise and stand up out of his lap.
"I should get going sir." I say and bite my lip softly.
"Alright Con. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow!"
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Fifty Shades of Tronler
FanfictionConnor Franta has just graduated college and has no clue what to do with his life. Kian Lawley, one of his best friends, convinces him to apply for a job working for billionaire entrepreneur, Tyler Oakley. Mr. Oakley is in need of an assistant to sa...