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Myles

I guide Madison around the room. I want her to see everything that interests her. I want her to know my world. It’s crucial. I want to know what makes her heart rate spike, what makes her clench her thighs, what makes her nipples hard, what makes her breath hitch.

She’s amazing. I’m so deeply into her. I can’t believe this is happening. I have no doubt she will submit beautifully to me and love it. There is no doubt I want her as my wife and the mother of my children.

We have a gigantic hurdle in front of us. I’m likely to lose my best friend, and I’m worried about how she will feel if her father refuses to support our relationship. What if she has to choose me over him? I can’t let her do that. Hendrix is her father. I won’t ask her to make that decision.

If he can’t accept this, she needs to walk away. I will take full responsibility. I will say she is too young, that I lured her in, and that it was all my fault. I’ll do anything for Madison, anything to make sure she’s happy.

My chest is tight at the thought of losing her, but I have to face that possibility eventually. Our days are numbered. We can only play this game for so long before we have to face the music.

I won’t squander our time together, though. It’s time to show her more. I wrap my arm around her under her breasts, pull her tight against me, and whisper in her ear, “We’re going upstairs now, sweetheart.”

Her fingers come to the necklace as she tips her head back and smiles.

She’s touched that diamond a hundred times since I put it on her.

I think she’s making sure it’s still there.

I know from the look in her eyes when she opened it that she loves it.

She grinned so wide for so long that her face had to hurt.

Her smiles slay me. I’m greedy. I want to own all of them. I want to cause them and never miss a single one.

I slide my hand into hers and thread our fingers together before guiding her out of the second-floor playroom and to the stairs. After entering my code, we head up.

She’s panting, and it’s not from exertion. It’s from anticipation.

When we reach the third floor, Drake is in the office he shares with Easton. I nod in acknowledgment as we pass him. My girl is trembling when we stop at my door. I know as brave as she is and as much as she wants to do all kinds of things, she’s nervous. She should be. Anyone would be.

I type my code on the keypad and let us in. The door snicks shut behind us, and Madison rubs her hands together. “It’s so…ordinary.”

I chuckle. “What were you expecting?”

“It’s like a studio apartment, except there’s a spanking bench in the middle of the room. It almost looks out of place.”

I stride over to the armoire and open the doors so she can see its contents.

She giggles. “Okay, that also looks out of place.”

I turn toward her and take her hands in mine, stepping closer so we’re chest to chest. “Nothing happens in here that you’re not comfortable with or ready for.”

“I’m ready,” she says too quickly.

I shake my head. “You might change your mind, and that’s okay. You need a safeword. The universal safeword is red. Yellow for slow down or pause. Green for all things are a go.”

She nods. “I know that.”

I release one of her hands to cup her chin. “You’ll use your safeword when necessary, understood? If I don’t fully believe you will exercise your right to end a scene that’s not working for you, I won’t be able to trust you.”

“Okay.”

“Now, I’ve planned a scene for us. I’ve arranged for some items to be left for you in the bathroom. I want you to go change.”

“Okay.”

“Before you go, we need to discuss what you’re comfortable with tonight. Are you okay with me spanking you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I like the way she addresses me. “Good girl. Are you interested in trying a paddle?”

She wrings her hands together. “Yes, Sir.”

“How about verbal humiliation? That would involve me reprimanding you for things you didn’t really do. Suggesting that I will expose you to others and that you’re a very naughty girl.”

Her cheeks heat as she nods. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

“Is this apartment soundproof?”

I kiss her forehead. “Yes, sweetheart. No one will hear a thing.” I turn her toward the bathroom and give her a nudge.

I almost hate that she’s going to take this dress off without me watching.

I’d like to remove it myself and stare at every inch of her naked body, but this is better.

What I have planned for her will ease her into the scene.

We’ll get out of order if I strip her first. I’ll end up fucking her before we’ve even played.

While she’s in the bathroom, I remove my jacket and unbutton the top button of my shirt under my tie. Normally, when I do a scene, I prefer to wear jeans and either no shirt or a dark T-shirt, but this white button-down look will play into my scene.

When the bathroom door opens, I lift my gaze, and all the air leaves my lungs. Fuck me.

Madison hesitates in the doorframe. I see by her expression she’s both excited and nervous. That’s understandable. No matter how many times she’s fantasized about doing a scene with me, thinking about it and acting on it are two different things. I’d be concerned if she weren’t anxious.

I believe it will be easiest if I jump right into the scene. “Young lady, is that what you wore to school today?” My voice is harsh, reprimanding.

She steps farther into the room. Fuck, she’s hot.

I chose well. She’s wearing an outfit similar to what I assume she wears in her dreams—white blouse, red-and-blue, pleated, plaid skirt that’s almost too short, plain white bra and panties, white ankle socks, and black ballet slippers.

Her hair is in the same updo she had at dinner, but now she has a huge plaid bow on top of her head.

“Yes, Sir,” she mumbles.

“And the headmistress didn’t call me for dress-code violation?” I glance at the diamond around her neck. She’s still wearing it. It does nothing to distract from the schoolgirl outfit. It makes her look like a naughty rich girl.

“All the girls wear their skirts like this, Sir.”

“I don’t care if every other girl in that school dresses like a slut, you will follow my rules.”

She lowers her gaze. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You’re going to be sorrier in a minute. Do you think I like coming home from a hard day at work to find you strolling into the house looking like you fucked every boy in that school?”

Madison surprises me when she wipes at fake tears and sniffles. I think there might have been actual tears in her eyes. “I didn’t let any boy touch me, Sir. I swear.”

“You expect me to believe that? You don’t sneak off behind the bleachers during lunch and let boys play with those naughty tits? You don’t let them put their hands down your panties?”

Her cheeks turn red. “No, Sir.”

“If I check your panties, I won’t find them wet or stiff from dry come?”

She gasps and shakes her head dramatically. “No, Sir. I swear. No boy touched me.”

“No boy put his cock inside your tight cunt?”

She shakes her head harder. “No. I promise. I’m a virgin, Sir.”

I move to sit on the loveseat. “Come here, Madison.”

She shuffles toward me, stopping a few feet away, breathing heavily. She’s perfection.

“You repeatedly defy me and break the dress code. I can’t always be here when you leave for school. From now on, I will be here when you come home, though. And I will start checking every day.”

“Checking…what, Sir?” She even has a quivering lip.

“Your panties. Take them off.” I hold out my hand.

“But…”

“ Now . The longer you take, the worse your punishment will be.”

She lifts her skirt and pushes her panties down her legs, being careful not to let me see her pussy. Precious. Finally, she hands them to me.

I pretend to inspect them, feel them, and smell them. Well, I don’t pretend. I really do those things, and my cock is about to leap out of my pants. “These are wet, Madison. Is this pee? Did you have an accident?”

“No, Sir.” She clasps her hands behind her back and rocks on her feet.

“Is this semen from a boy’s penis?”

She shakes her head. “No, Sir.”

“Then this moisture is from your pussy, isn’t it, naughty girl?”

She bites her lip and stares at me. Fuck, she’s sexy.

I lean forward. “You’re a very dirty girl, aren’t you? Your skirts are so short because you like it when boys get a glimpse of your panties, don’t you?”

She lowers her head in shame.

I’m not sure how long I can keep up this ruse. It’s so fucking arousing. For both of us.

I settle my gaze on her chest. “You didn’t let any boys inside your bra?”

“No, Sir. Never.”

“I’m not sure I can believe you. I’m disappointed in you. Take off your blouse and bra, Madison.”

“Why, Sir?”

“So I can inspect your tits. To see if they’re red and swollen, if you have bite marks or hickeys or a beard rash.”

She cups her breasts with both hands. “Sir, I don’t. I promise.”

“I’m not going to back down, Madison. If you have nothing to hide, prove it. If you don’t have your shirt and bra off in about ten seconds, I’m going to spank those naughty tits before I spank your bottom.”

She hurries to unbutton her shirt and drops it to the floor before reaching behind to unfasten the boring white cotton bra I left for her to wear.

This scene is hot. On fire. I’m looking forward to doing more scenes like this a million times, but it’s challenging having Madison bare her breasts to me for the first time while we’re in the middle of a scene.

It’s going to get a whole lot more challenging when I make her take off her skirt and spread her legs.

Challenging for my aching cock. Thank goodness I’m seated.

“Come closer,” I say while I salivate over her perfect breasts and the prettiest fucking nipples I’ve ever seen.

She whimpers as she steps toward me.

I reach out and grip one of her breasts. “Hands behind your back, naughty girl. Thrust your chest toward me.”

She obeys me, her breath hitching. I know it’s only partly an act.