•Daddy..•

Gaining trust

Aidens POV

"What do you want to drink?" I asked him while he fiddling with my pen.

He shook his head and didn't even look up at me.

He slowly lifted a shaking hand to point into the open fridge.

"Apple juice?" I questioned. He frowned and bowed his head like he did something wrong. "You can have it if you want to i just didn't think-" man I was really bad at this.

"Please." His voice came out shaky.
I simply nodded and pored him a glass.
"Food?" I asked He was ver malnourished and skinny in a bad way so I needed to get him to eat as much as I could.

The scars on his arm led me to believe he was severely depressed and I have no clue what happened to his head but I assume it had something to do with how he ended up on my doorstep. In my old tvs box.

He ended up eating a banana and some cheese which i chuckled at but at least he ate.

"Do you wanna have a shower and put some new clothes on?" I offered. I wasn't going to make him do it like I did the food but I assumed he would want a shower seeing as he was pretty dirty.

He was wearing black short shorts and a maroon tank top but it was very torn and old looking clothing that wasn't suitable for him anymore.

Though he violently shook his head and jumped of the bar stool he was sitting on at my counter and ran to the door.

I had promised but I just couldn't let him leave.

He got to the door and tried to turn the handle with no avail, it was locked.

"You promised!" He cried out.

Selective mute huh?

"Where are you gonna go? You'll get killed or get raped, Which ever comes first." It was sad but true and he knew it.

The tears that dibbled down his cheek and splattered onto the fool broke my heart.

I slowly got closer to him and kneeled down, starting to pet him again because it seemed to calm him down. "You wanna tell me why you were in my old Tv box in the first place?" I whispered because we were so close.

"No." He hissed pushing me away. Oh how I despised that word. Seeing as I was a dominant and all of my previous subs were absolute dick heads and constantly said 'no' I had come to a serious conclusion- I hate 'No'

But Ace wasn't my submissive. It was different. He was just a scared little boy that ended up on the streets. Heck I didn't even know if he was gay...

"How old are you?" I sighed. He looked about 17-19.

"17." He mumbled.

Lovely.

"Okay here's the deal, because I'm not letting you out on the streets you get two options. One, stay with me until you can afford a house, Two I give you to the police and they deal with you."

He started whimpering again "but you promised." He said it with a tone that made me want to give up the world for him.

"Baby I don't want you to get hurt."

"Then where were you when I was getting hurt, abused?" He yelled but his voice cracked cause of the tears.

"H-hey slow down. I can help you now.
How about we shower you and you can stay here tonight and we can figure something out tomorrow?" Seeing as I had never been so kind to someone I've met in one day I'm pretty sure he should take advantage of the situation.

He gave a weak nod and he let me carry him upstairs.

He wrapped his legs around my waist and nuzzled into my neck. God if this kid kept it up I was never going to let him go.

I passed the playroom swiftly because the door was open and I didn't want to freak him out with what was in there.

"Bath or shower?" I asked rubbing circles into his back gently making him purr.
Oh god. That sound. It was so innocent but making me so horny.

"Bath please." He whispered into my ear not helping the problem I had going on down there and I'd have to praise him on his manners later.

I set him on the sink and turned to start running the bath I was gonna make it just a bit worm cause I didn't think he liked hot.

I added bubbles so I didn't make him uncomfortable my washing him myself.

"Strip." I said in my dom voice making him react immediately but he hesitated getting undressed in front of me. I sighed and turned around checking my phone. 6:34 pm.
Just as I was about to turn around and put my phone down my phone vibrated.

Isabelle- hey daddy~ can I swing by your place at 8 so I can pick up my stuff??

Shit. She would go mental if she saw Ace.

Me- yes but no sex. I'm looking after someone.

I didn't have to see her to know she was pointing.

I turned to see ace playing with bubbles, his clothes neatly folded on the closed toilet seat.
I picked them up and put them on my bed, moving to my walk in closet to pick out one of my old grey button up shirts and some old-washed-briefs that didn't fit me.

After awhile I walked into the bathroom to clean up and heard small giggles making me spin on my heels. He was looking at me and made a signal for me to step closer so I did, unsure of what was about to happen.

Suddenly he threw a handful of bubbles on me making my shirt wet. Oh it was on.

I grabbed the biggest handful of bubbles I could and dumped in onto his hair-being mindful of his ears-while he giggled and splashed around.

I smiled to myself. So cute.

"Alright come here." I said holding a towel. He frowned but stepped out onto the bath mat. I wrapped the towel around his wet figure and noticed how pale he really was and how bloody scarred he was! He had so many scratches and bruises it wasn't funny. Soon there was a knock on the door and I had to hurry to get it or it would be kicked down. He yelped and tried to hide. "Hey your okay it's just my friend. You dry yourself and I'll be back." I smiled at him.

I walked downstairs and to the door and the person standing there was definitely not 'my friend'