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Madison

I wince as I drop to my knees next to my Dom an hour later.

We’ve made breakfast together, but now that it’s time to eat, he has set a pillow on the floor next to his chair and ordered me to kneel before him with my hands behind my back. He’s going to feed me.

He inhales deeply as he watches me. “You’re so fucking perfect, Madison. The only reason I’m going to let you continue to wear my T-shirt is because we need to eat. If I forced you to kneel before me naked, breakfast would be forgotten.”

I shiver. He’s right, but just mentioning it is almost as arousing as doing it.

“Thrust your tits forward, though, naughty girl. I want to see your hard nipples against the cotton shirt.”

I arch for him. My hair is a tangled mess of curls down my back. He refused to let me shower before we came downstairs. He likes the fact that my dried come is stuck to my inner thighs.

He also likes that my skin is red hot. He lifted the hem of the T-shirt several times while we were cooking to admire his work. He’s cocky and proud.

My skin burns deliciously. It was already on fire before he fucked me from behind, but it’s so much more intense from the base of his cock abrading my tender flesh.

“Open,” he orders.

I feel like a little bird when I part my lips to let him feed me a forkful of hashbrowns. He takes his own bite and then feeds me again, switching between various items on the one plate we’re sharing. Eggs and sausage round out the meal. He gives me sips of juice every once in a while.

The best part is the way he smiles at me with so much pride and approval and how he strokes the top of my head every few minutes. He’s pleased with my submission. I am, too.

We’re almost done eating, and my legs are starting to wobble when an unexpected sound fills the air.

The front door closing.

My heart leaps as I wonder who the hell just walked into Myles’s house. Who has a key? I don’t have to think long, and all the blood drains from my head at the sound of my father’s voice.

“Myles? You home?”

I scramble to my feet, and Myles rises next to me. He wraps a hand around my bicep and pulls me partially behind him.

That’s all the movement we manage before my dad steps into the kitchen. My heart stops.

His face is filled with happiness for a second before it falls. His gaze shifts back and forth between us. He looks at the table and then the pillow on the floor. Finally, his attention lands on me. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Hendrix…” Myles starts.

My father marches forward. His eyes are wide as he grabs my wrist and pulls me out from my hiding place. His nostrils flare. “Please tell me I’m totally misunderstanding this scenario.” His voice is harsh, ragged, strained.

“Hendrix…” Myles sets a hand over his on top of mine. “Let her go.”

My father ignores him. His gaze is on me. “ Madison ,” he shouts. “Speak.”

“Dad, I love him.” My voice doesn’t waver. We haven’t said those words to each other, but I know they’re true. I have no doubts. It seems like the most important thing to begin this conversation with.

Dad releases me and turns toward Myles. In a flash, his hand is in the air, and he punches Myles square on the nose.

Myles staggers backward, but he doesn’t resist. He doesn’t even cover his face. He just lets the blood run down his chin.

I scream. “Dad, stop!” I push myself between the two of them, facing my father but backing against Myles.

“She’s twenty-one,” my dad shouts at his best friend.

“She’s old enough to know her mind, Hendrix,” Myles responds. He rests his hands on my shoulders and turns me toward the living room. “Go put some clothes on, sweetheart.”

I shake my head. I’m not leaving. I need to be a part of this. I’m a grown woman. I won’t have my father and boyfriend fighting over me as though I’m not an important part of the discussion.

I turn back toward my father and set my palms on his chest. “Go sit in the living room. Let’s discuss this like adults.”

“Adults!” My father’s voice is permanently high-pitched. “Madison, you’re barely legal. He is my age.” He lifts his gaze back to Myles. “How long has this been going on? How long have you been lusting after my child?”

Myles pulls me out of the path of my father’s rage. “Madison is right. We all need to calm down and discuss this rationally.”

I think my father’s eyes are going to bug out. His hands are fisted. He jerks his gaze to me. “Go put some fucking clothes on, Madison. Jesus.”

“Only if you go sit on the couch and promise not to punch Myles again.”

For a moment, I think he might actually throw another punch, but he finally turns around and runs a hand through his hair. “Fuck.” He glances back at me. “Fine. Go.” He points toward the stairs.

I jog in that direction.

“Motherfucker,” he yells. “You fucking hit her, too?”

I spin back, my hand on the banister. Fuck, he’s seen the backs of my thighs. My voice is raised. “He didn’t hit me, Dad. Don’t be so na?ve. You’re a Dominant. You gonna tell me you don’t spank women? I’m not na?ve enough to believe that. You’re a member of Edge. I’ve been there.”

His face turns bright red, and I swear he’s going to have an aneurysm.

“Do you want me to get dressed?” I shout.

“Yes, I want you to fucking get dressed,” he screams back.

“Then sit down and don’t move a muscle. If you don’t control yourself while I’m gone, I’ll never forgive you.

” I run up the stairs as fast as I can. I dart into my old room, yank open a drawer, and grab a pair of loose cotton shorts.

After tugging them on, I pull the T-shirt over my head and replace it with a university sweatshirt.

I’m back downstairs in less than a minute.

At least my father is sitting now. He’s leaning forward, his elbows on his knees and his forehead in his palms.

Myles is in an armchair, and he reaches for me when I return. Thank God. I would kill him if he didn’t fully lay claim to me right now. It would hurt so badly for him to make light of what we have.

I go to him, grateful beyond words when he pulls me against his side, wrapping an arm around my waist. His nose is no longer bleeding, but his face is swollen. He’s cleaned up the blood and now lifts an ice pack to his nose.

He lowers it after wincing. “I deserved that, Hendrix. I understand your reaction. I’ve pondered how we were going to tell you about us from the moment I first realized your daughter was mine.”

My father jerks his head up to glare at Myles. “She’s not fucking yours. She’s my child.”

“She’s not a child, and don’t you dare insinuate I am some kind of pervert. This didn’t start until I went to pick her up last week. It wasn’t planned. It just happened.”

My heart is racing, and I slide a hand around Myles’s neck.

I want to kiss him for treating me like an adult and telling my father exactly how he feels about me.

He’s not holding back. He just told my dad I’m his.

I want to climb onto his lap, straddle him, and kiss him until the sun goes down. But first, we need to deal with this.

My dad’s eyes are narrowed, and he’s breathing heavily. His gaze darts back and forth between us. “Why the fuck did you have to choose Madison out of all the fucking women in the world?”

“I don’t know, Hendrix,” Myles says calmly. “Fate stepped in and put her in my path. We realized we were attracted to each other, and we started exploring our feelings.”

“And you’ve already taken her to Edge and made her your submissive?” my father shouts. He’s still steaming angry.

“I was already his submissive, Dad. It’s who I am. It’s who I was meant to be. It’s in my blood. We went to Edge for the first time last night for my birthday.”

My father groans and leans back against the sofa, tipping his head to the ceiling. He swipes a hand down his face.

Myles squeezes my waist. “I’m sorry about how you found out. I thought it would be best to wait until you were here for Madison’s graduation. I guess you decided to come early.”

My father speaks to the ceiling. “I wanted to surprise Madison for her birthday. My flight got canceled. I’m a day late,” he deadpans.

That explains why I didn’t even hear from him yesterday.

“There was never going to be an easy way to tell you about us,” Myles continues. “In every scenario I imagined, you punched me.”

My father lowers his head and narrows his gaze. “You fucking deserved it.” His attention shifts to me. “What the hell, Madison? You’re way too young to know what you want.”

“That’s ridiculous. Are you listening to yourself?

I’m an adult. I’m three years into being an adult.

I’ve been on my own for a while. I’ve also been interested in Myles for a while.

I wouldn’t have acted on it because I feared he would reject me, but there was no way to keep my attraction a secret after I moved in with him. ”

My father rolls his eyes. He’s still raging as he shifts his gaze to Myles again. “I can’t believe I asked you to go help my child, and you fucking moved her into your bed and took her to a kink club.”

Myles brings me around to his front and lifts me onto his lap—so totally claiming me.

And then he shocks me to death. “I’m in love with Madison, Hendrix.

It’s not something I can stop. I won’t make light of it.

Believe me, I’ve tried to convince her I’m too old for her.

I’ve tried to point out what she might be missing out on by giving up her twenties to be with me.

But she loves me, too. We’re in this together.

It’s not a fling. I want to marry her. I want her to be the mother of my children.

I know you’re shocked and fuming right now, and I can’t blame you, but I hope you can come around, for Madison’s sake.

She shouldn’t have to feel like she has to choose between us. ”

“I won’t choose, Dad,” I interject. I’m still reeling from him saying he loves me.

I’ve just told my father I love Myles, too.

We’ve never said those words to each other before.

Our confession is happening without even looking each other in the eyes.

“There is no choosing. You’re my father.

He’s my man. I want both of you in my life. ”

My father drops his elbows back to his knees and hangs his head. “Fuck.”

“Please, Dad,” I beg. “How about if we all have dinner together? You can take some time to process and come back this evening. I’m so glad you’re here.

It was so sweet of you to surprise me for my birthday.

I’m sorry you’re so upset. I understand why, but you need to understand that this was never going to be easy.

There was never going to be the right time.

Myles is your best friend. Don’t ruin that just because he happened to fall for me and I him.

Take a step back and wrap your mind around this.

It’s happening whether you like it or not.

I won’t apologize for loving him. I can only apologize for hurting you. ”

“Okay,” he mutters, staring at the floor. “Give me some time.” He stands and turns toward the door. Without another word, he leaves.

I lean my head against Myles’s shoulder. “Shit.”

He rubs my hip. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

I turn in his lap, take the ice from him, and hold it gently against his nose. “Do you think it’s broken?”

“No. It’ll be fine.” He pulls the ice pack away and meets my gaze. “Did you mean it? You love me?”

I smile. “Did you mean it?”

He pulls me closer. “Every word.” He cups my face. “I love you, Madison. I want to spend the rest of my life showing you.”

I wrap my arms around his neck. “I love you, too.” I kiss his nose. “Put the ice back before you have two black eyes.”

He chuckles and kisses me. “So bossy.”