Louis kept tossing and turning under the sheets, changing sides, moving covers, hugging the pillow, even removed his trousers so he was only in his boxers and the loose t-shirt he had changed into. He tried everything but was still deprived of any hints of sleep.

The bed was not uncomfortable in any sense. The mattress was soft and pillows were feathery, the sheets were cool against his skin. It wasn't like he missed his room in the academy, it was a rotten place and nowhere close to the comfort of this place.

And maybe, this was what Louis hated. Sleeping in this bed made him feel small, made him feel like he didn't belong here, like he was someone cheep after a man's wealth.

He didn't even know when the silent tears left his eyes, feeling disgusting that a man had bought him for his pleasures, to treat him as he wanted and deemed appropriate.

You are mine to do as I please.

Mr. Styles' words ran through his mind, making more tears to stream down his cheeks.

The door to the room opened with the least noise and Louis stilled, wiping his tears instantly and pretending to be asleep.

He listened as the dominant walked through the room to close the blinds before the bed dipped beside him. He evened his breathing not wanting to let the man know that he was still awake.

An unexpected touch made goosebumps rise on his skin as Mr. Styles grazed his arm with a nimble touch and caressed the skin at the back of his neck before tucking him carefully under the covers and placing a light kiss to his temple.

"I would never treat you unkindly, Louis," Mr. Styles whispered to him, assuming that he was sleeping and Louis' heart skipped a beat at the fond voice. "Although I bought you, know that that was only way to get you out of that filth. You don't belong there, you deserve the best of everything and I will try to give it to you from this day on."

His heartbeat quickened at those words. His parents had abandoned him at the gates of an orphanage, not wanting to do anything with him, yet here was this man, not even knowing much about Louis but wanting to treat him the best.

"It did hurt when the first thing you said to me was that you hate me already," the dominant chuckled but somehow, Louis picked onto the sadness in his voice. "That's alright though, I too said that you are mine. Well, you are, but not only for my pleasure. You are here for me to take care of you and please you. I am going to spoil you, Pet."

Louis couldn't help himself as he shifted to face the dominant and rested his head lightly on the man's chest, doing it subtly to make it seem like it happened while he was asleep. A small smile graced his lips as an arm curled around his waist and a light, almost unnoticeable, kiss was placed at his cheek.

Was he starting to trust the dominant already?

Maybe.

He was suddenly very aware that Mr. Styles was only in his sweatpants, his cheeks flaming with heat as the dominant tangled his leg with his own bare one. He could feel every muscle of the toned chest against himself.

Thank heavens Mr. Styles thought he was asleep.

-

Louis opened his eyes slowly with a content sigh, he wouldn't admit it out loud but he had never had such a blissful sleep.

He blinked a few times to clear his vision and realised that he was alone in the bed, tucked nicely under the covers. A part of him expected to wake up in the dominant's arms and maybe recieve a good morning or something, but he chastised that thought and opted to ignore it.

He shifted around to face the other side and was blessed with the sight of a very naked and wet dominant standing in front of the mirror, towel hanging low on his hips and skin glistening from the droplets of water. He bit his lip and tried not to blush from how handsome the man looked, after all he couldn't deny the fact that his dominant had a really nice body.

He was glad that Mr. Styles had his back to him because the whispered secrets of last night were not helping in hating the man.

A squeak escaped his lips and eyes widened in shock before he squeezed them shut as the dominant tugged the towel down, giving Louis the full view of his naked body from rear.

"I know you are up, Pet," he heard the man chuckle. "You can open your eyes now, it's safe," Mr. Styles spoke after awhile, too close to him. He gulped when he saw the dominant's figure standing tall beside him, clad in a pair of dress pants alone.

Louis sat up and tried to glare at him but failed as his eyes opted to dance across the naked chest, it looked even more appealing in the daylight. "No need to sound so smug, you are not that good-looking," his voice was breathy instead of indifferent, not helping his case at all.

"Mhm? I beg to differ, Pet. Lying is a bad habit," Mr. Styles replied with a smirk and moved back to the closet.

Louis watched as the man donned on a blue dress shirt and a tie, looking so prim and proper. Words were stuck in his throat, he was never the one to fall short of comebacks but it seemed as if things were going to be different from now on.

"Be downstairs for breakfast in twenty minutes, Pet," Mr. Styles spoke in an authoritative voice and left the room after picking his coat.

Louis groaned and rubbed a hand over his face. He had embarrassed himself in a pathetic way but what could he do? Mr. Styles was so confident and charming, had done nothing to anger him, simply riled him in a way he didn't want. And the sweet words from last night were definitely messing with his head.

He got out of the warmth of the bed and made his way to the en-suite bathroom for his routine.

When he entered the kitchen, he saw Lauren talking with Mr. Styles and what surprised him was the genuine smile on the man's face and the warm front he was sporting.

Was it wrong that he felt a tinge of jealousy for not being in the receiving end of that smile?

"Good morning," he spoke in low voice.

"Good morning, Louis," Lauren smiled as she turned to him, and... He shouldn't have felt jealous, Lauren was a nice person.

"Sit down, Pet," Mr. Styles gestured to the seat beside him and Louis obliged even though he didn't like the way he was ordered. The tone in which the words were spoken was not demeaning but the way they were phrased was.

He didn't utter a word until Lauren had laid the table and left them alone.

"I am not some animal you can order around to sit and stand whenever you please," he stated in the most calm tone he could muster. "I am not your pet and you are not my master."

The dominant raised an eyebrow at him before nodding at his words, "Right, you are not some animal and I never said that you are. I call you Pet not because I want to order you around but it is my way of showing affection. Now, I know it is not the most appropriate way to show affection but that is who I am. If you want, we can make it a soft limit of yours."

Louis was stunned how perfectly his dominant understood what he said and how he handled it. He was positive that the image he had of a dominant in his mind would have snapped at him or punished him.

"No, I don't want it to be a soft limit," he answered after thinking, "But don't call me Pet when we are in company of someone else."

"Alright, I can do that. Anything else that you want to say?"

"No, thank you... Sir," he added with a small smile and had to catch his breath when it was returned.

"Then finish your breakfast, we are going for some shopping afterwards."

"Shopping?"

"I suppose you are not planning to wear the same two sets of clothes for the rest of your life," it was not a question and Louis knew he had to agree.

"No, Sir."

"Good, because I hate to be denied."

He rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath, "Typical dominant," surprised when he heard the said dominant laugh at his comment.

-

"Louis, this is my CPO Andrew. Andrew, Louis Tomlinson," Mr. Styles introduced him to the man standing by the sedan.

"Sir," the CPO, a tall man with a ton of muscles nodded in greeting.

"Umm, hello," Louis replied awkwardly. How was he supposed to reply when someone referred to his as 'Sir'? He looked up at his dominant and saw him sporting a hint of smirk at his unease.

Andrew held the back door of the sedan open and he climbed in first after Mr. Styles gestured him to.

"Do you really have to take me shopping?" Louis asked, not meeting eyes with the dominant and fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"I thought we were over with this discussion," Mr. Styles instead inclined his body to him, paying attention to him.

"I don't want you to buy me anything," he whispered. "The thought... it makes me feel... filthy... about myself."

He saw the dominant's hands clenching in his peripheral vision before one of them took hold of his, other turning his chin gently to face the man.

"Look at me," Mr. Styles whispered to him. He looked up and blushed as the dominant brushed the pad of his thumb against his cheekbone. He didn't push him away this time, let him cup his cheeks. "Don't ever think about yourself like that. I am not doing this to make you feel any less, or out of pity. I am doing this because you are mine to take care of. Am I clear?"

"Yes," he breathed, staring back at those emerald eyes which he wanted to hate but just could not.

-

Thoughts?

Do you want this fic to be filled of drama or little bumps?

Louis is gonna get his first punishment soon. ;)

(Edited- 29.12.2017)