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Myles

Madison is sound asleep as I lean on the frame of her door a few hours later. After the most gorgeous orgasm I’ve ever witnessed, she finally fell into a deep slumber, and she’s still dead to the world now.

I hate to wake her. I’d love to let her sleep until noon. But it’s already ten, and I have plans for her today. Besides, I’m lonely without her. I want her awake. I’m wrapped around her finger so hard that I don’t like to be separated from her, even so she can sleep.

How long will I be able to keep her out of my bed? Not much longer. I might move her in there tonight, but there’s no way she’s ready for my cock, and I’m not sure I can have her in my bed without fucking her.

My girl is twenty-one today. I have mixed feelings about that.

On the one hand, it somehow sounds older, old enough for me to have the kinds of thoughts I have about her regularly.

But also, damn, she’s so young. So inexperienced.

Am I ruining her life? Is she old enough to make the decisions I’m asking her to make? Namely to be mine?

I don’t just want her to commit to me and marry me and have my babies. I want her to submit to me. I want her to kneel in front of me, tip her head back, and obey me.

These fantasies have circulated in my head for a few years, but I never dreamed of acting on them. I never imagined a world in which I actually took this amazing woman and made her mine.

Hell, I never expected to find a woman who could fulfill my dreams. It’s rare for someone to be as submissive as she is.

I know, over time, this thing we’ve been nurturing for the past week is going to evolve into something different. She won’t always be this sassy. She won’t need to be after I start satisfying her sexually on a regular basis.

She taunts me because she wants me to take her in hand. She keeps doing it because I haven’t fully given her what she craves.

I have plans for tonight. She’s going to get a giant dose of what it means to submit to me while we’re at Edge. I intend to push her hard. It’s the best way to be certain she truly needs what I want from her.

I push off the doorframe and shuffle into her room. I’m going to need some serious self-control this morning because she’s on her back. Her arms are resting by her head, the covers have slid down her body, and her fucking hot tits are exposed.

Yes, she has on one of those tiny tank tops, but the thin white cotton does nothing to hide her erect nipples or the color of her areolas. I’m salivating at the idea of yanking that top down and suckling her breasts.

I sit on the edge of the bed and drag a finger from her chin to between her firm tits. Unable to resist, I continue, circling one nipple with a gentle caress.

Madison moans softly as she opens her eyes.

I smile at her. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

She gives me a lazy smile in return. “Do you know what I want for my birthday?” she asks sleepily.

I chuckle. “I don’t dare ask.”

“Your cock inside me,” she says without hesitation.

I pinch her nipple, making her yelp and swat at my hand. “Naughty girl.”

“Whatever it takes,” she sasses.

I bend forward and kiss her. “Time to get up. I’m making pancakes for breakfast. We’re leaving at noon.”

“Where are we going?”

“I’m going to pamper the fuck out of you today. Surprises.”

When I stand, she comes up on her elbows. She doesn’t even try to cover her high, perfect tits. She pushes her bottom lip out. “Sex is free. You could just take off your jeans, climb on top of me, and give me what I really want.”

“You are such a bad girl,” I say from the doorway. My cock is going to bust out of my jeans. “Up. Shower. Now.”

I leave the door all the way open this time and jog down the stairs. She’s going to be the death of me. Tease.

“Are you serious?” Madison asks me five hours later as she stands in front of a three-way mirror in one of the most expensive boutiques in Seattle.

I’m sitting in a fancy armchair, where I’ve watched her try on three dresses already. Each of them was fantastic, but this one is perfect.

She’s smiling so broadly, and it makes my heart happy. This is what I wanted from her. This smile. This shock.

Her nails are done—toes and fingers. Her hair is styled so that most of it is piled on top of her head with ringlets hanging all around. Her makeup is subtle and flawless.

This is our last stop. The dress.

She turns around. “You like this one?”

“I love it.”

“And you’re going to let me wear it out of the house?”

I chuckle. “Yes, sweetheart. You’re going to wear it to dinner tonight.”

She turns back to face the mirror. “My dad would have a coronary.”

I cringe.

She glances at me. “Sorry.”

I draw in a deep breath. She’s right. She’s worn a lot of amazing dresses in her life, but nothing with this level of sex appeal.

I want her to feel sexy. I want her to walk into the restaurant with her head held high.

I don’t want her to think that one single soul is staring at her, thinking she’s as young as she is.

She’s going to turn heads. I’m going to have to control myself when other men look at her, but I can do that. It’s a small price to pay for the happiness on her face right now.

“Do you realize what I’m wearing underneath this?” she asks.

I chuckle again. “Yes, sweetheart. Nothing. And you look so fucking amazing.”

Her grin… My cock can’t take it.

The silver shimmers down her body. The material is expensive and divine.

A tiny clasp at the back of her neck holds it up.

If I flipped it open, she would be naked in an instant.

The front is very low cut, revealing her amazing cleavage.

Her breasts are high and firm. There is no mistaking her hard little nipples.

The back of the dress is nonexistent, and it scoops so low, stopping right above the crack of her fantastic ass. There’s no way to wear a bra or panties with it. Not even a thong. It would show.

The dress is floor-length, but it has a slit up one side that’s obscenely high. And the best part is the dainty silver heels the saleswoman added to complete the look a few moments ago.

Madison giggles. “I can’t believe you’re going to let me wear this.” She turns to face me. “If I thought I could run toward you and jump into your arms without breaking my neck or messing up my hair and makeup, I would.”

I laugh. “You can do that another time. Now, take it off so we can go home. We still have a while before our reservation.”

My girl grins all the way home. And she keeps grinning when she sees the two-dozen red roses. Twelve of them are in one vase on the kitchen island. The other twelve are in individual vases around the house. I wanted her to see them no matter where she went, including her bathroom.

I point to the couch. “Sit, birthday princess. Don’t mess up your hair or makeup before we leave. We can watch a sappy movie. We have time.”

She is positively beaming as I hang the dress on a hook in the living room. It’s in a clear plastic bag, which allows her to stare at it. If I had known I could make my girl this happy with a dress, I would have bought her one every day for the past week.