I'll Be Good

2.

He kept his gaze away from mine throughout the car ride, mainly glancing at his phone.

"Wh-Where are we going?" I dared to ask, earning a smile from him due to my nervousness. At least I hope it was my nervousness...

"We are going shopping, since you don't have any clothes yet." He said politely.

I nodded at that, my gaze going away from him as I looked out the window of the car to see passing trees and people walking by.  My thoughts had began to run wild after just a few minutes of observing.

He didn't seem as harsh as the other dominants, being that they would have hit me for even opening my mouth. Or maybe even ignore me to the point where my words mean nothing.

"Will I get to pick?" I asked cautiously, turning my head to look at his reaction which was another red flag. Man, was I already asking to be punished.

"No, precious. I will be deciding that for you." He placed his hand on my knee and used his thumb to rub against the fabric. "You wear a small size for shirts, correct?"

"Yes." I blushed, staring at his hand. The contact felt honestly strange because I wasn't used to such an endearing touch. At this instant, I felt a small ounce of security from this man.

"I will tell you the rules once we are home, but when I am speaking to you," he placed a finger under my chin and forcefully turned my head towards his, making me look worriedly into his enchanting hazel eyes, "you will look at me."

"O-Okay," I stuttered carefully, sinking back into the leather seat. A dark blush had dusted over my cheeks and my now, I was probably smiling so badly that he would think i'm crazy.

We eventually pulled into the mall's parking lot, and he got out of the car, telling me to stay put. He adjusted his suit and strutted over to the entrance. Alone, I looked around the car since I was without a phone to keep myself occupied.

It was a very beautiful car, the windows being tinted on the outside for privacy and the interior a modern-looking beige leather. Four seats were inside, and I assumed that the car was soundproof.

I tapped on the window in front of me, and jumped as I watched it slide open. A partition.

"Yes sir?" An older man, maybe in his late fifties, appeared in the window. He was dressed very nicely. He didn't turn to look back at me but I saw through the rearview mirror that his eyes were old. Or maybe he was just tired.

"Hi," I smiled. "I'm Luke. What's your name?"

He seemed surprised that I had greeted him with such kindness. It could be possible that he doesn't receive that much attention. Which completely means I have to talk to him. "I'm Alfred."

"Like Batman!" I cheered.

To this, he laughed. "I wish."

I talked with Alfred for a little while longer and he was very kind, telling me that he had been working with Ashton for a long time and he enjoyed it. He advised me to listen and be polite, for Ashton was very strict and known to be rough.

Alfred jumped as he saw Ashton walking towards the car with many bags hanging in his arms. He shut the window almost immediately and I was alone once more.

"No peeking," Ashton scolded, placing the bags on the floor in front of my feet. Despite his warnings, I couldn't help but look into one bag, earning a small slap on the arm.

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As Alfred pulled up to his home, my mouth fell. It was a large home, probably not the biggest, but it was more than anything I'd ever seen.

"Oh, my god," I gasped, gawking at its beauty.

"Come on, baby," Ashton purred, taking my hand and leading me inside. I didn't know what to look at in this moment. The beautiful house that I would be calling mine, or the tan vein-decorated hand that was encasing mine.

He gave me a short tour around the house, showing me to his bedroom, three other rooms that were for more submissives, the kitchen, living room, punishment room, and playroom.

"If you're a good boy, then I won't need to bring you into the punishment room," he reminded me, letting go of our entwined hands.

By now I could tell when a dominant is in favor of acts of punishment or not. Usually, it is little signs like a look towards the room or even simply the mention of it.

Suddenly, I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. "What are the rules?" I asked, earning a small sigh from him. Only adding more onto my unease.

"One. Always be respectful. Two, no cursing unless it's in the bedroom. Three, no coming out of your room after curfew." He informed me, taking a step back almost as if to watch my reaction. His hazel eyes were intense as they locked into my face.

"Four, always call me Daddy when we are at home, and Sir when we are out. Never call me by my name, Luke." He continued, his words sounding sweet as he carried on. "Five, no fighting with the other submissives. Obviously there aren't any other submissives besides you at the moment, but there will be by the end of the month."

"Six, never embarrass me in public or there will be punishment. Seven, no talking back. Eight, do not touch or pleasure yourself unless I allow you to. Nine, do not, under any circumstances, enter my study. Ten, always do as I say, and there will not be any problems."

He watched me for a few moments until he began to speak again. "I will write these down for you, since it seems you have already forgotten them." He finished, making me blush as I tried to collect my thoughts.

"What time is the curfew?" I questioned, making him smile because I was in fact paying attention.

"Ten o'clock. Also, there is one that I seem to have forgotten. Please do not be afraid to tell me if you are not in the mood for sex. Am I clear about these rules, Luke?"

"Yes," I answered. "Oh, I-I'm sorry. Yes, Daddy."

"That's better," he smiled. "Strip down to your boxers and come with me to your room."

I did as told and followed him, sitting with my legs crossed on the bed. He brought in the shopping bags that Alfred had kindly taken inside for us and poured the clothes onto the bed. I plunged happily into the pile, picking up many shirts for bands that I enjoyed listening to. There were also a few things that I wasn't so used to seeing, like sex toys.

"I bought this one because I knew it would go perfectly with your eyes," he explained, undoing the old, worn-out collar from around my neck and attached a new blue one with my name engraved on the side. "I also brought a present."

He opened a box with a lip ring inside. It was black and had a ball in the middle, similar to my old one.

"Thank you, Daddy," I gushed, taking it from his hands and taking out the old ring to replace with the new.

"Put these clothes away and then join me in the playroom. You remember where it is, right Luke?" He asked, seeing my nod and unbuttoning his shirt. Ashton left the room and my hands started to get clammy. I swallowed a large knot that rested deep in my throat.

But i'm not ready for the playroom.