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Three weeks later …

Madison

I’ve been on cloud nine all day. I’m so glad graduation is over, and I have my diploma. I don’t know what the hell I want to do next, but I don’t have to worry about that immediately.

Myles has declared that I should take the summer to consider my options. He has no intention of letting me slack off indefinitely. In fact, he has spreadsheets with the pros and cons of every possibility and then some. But he also insists I need time to focus on me. On us .

I’m so relieved that the awkwardness with my father has waned over the past three weeks. He’s still not jovial about my relationship with Myles, but he’s stopped being an ass about it. He’s even smiled a few times, especially today. He’s proud of me, and I know he trusts me to make wise choices.

The three of us went to Silver’s for dinner, and it was lovely.

I even had a glass of wine. Just one, though.

We also went by the house I was living in with my friends.

They were having a graduation party. At first, I worried my father and Myles would feel awkward, but all three of my roommates’ parents were there, so it wasn’t a drunken college party.

Kelsey took me aside and told me she was sorry for making fun of me for not sneaking out on my birthday. I could tell she genuinely felt bad. She even suggested we have lunch one day soon.

In an odd twist, instead of gushing over Myles and his DILF status as I’d expected, she played super-hostess to my dad. I wonder if I was the only one who thought she was flirting with him and that he loosened up and enjoyed her attention.

When I came out of the bathroom as we were about to leave, I heard the two of them talking around the corner.

Kelsey told my dad that she’s looking for a job, and he said he would be moving back at the end of the summer, but that she should apply for a position with his company.

He’d talk to some people and pull some strings.

That interaction is going to linger in my mind for a while. Yikes.

I’ve discovered a facet of Myles that I love, a side of him that regularly makes my panties wet and keeps me squirming.

He has this tendency to go full Dom on me in the morning and lay out my choices.

He never tells me what to do, but he manages to control me by limiting my options, even though, in reality, there were no others to begin with.

Today was no exception. First thing this morning, before we were even out of bed, he held me in his arms, stroked my cheek, and told me he fully intended to dominate me tonight after all the celebrations were over.

Like he told my father the first night he arrived, I had to stick to one glass of wine at dinner if I wanted to end up under his control.

It’s not as if I would ever make a different decision.

I’ll always choose to have Myles dominate me over any other option, but when he poured that glass of wine at dinner, he made a point of taking my chin in his hand and looking me deep in the eyes.

He silently reminded me what my options were.

It was damn near impossible not to squirm, and I’m sure I didn’t hide my blush.

He didn’t say a word. It was in his look. It was a promise. A warning. It was his way of dominating the fuck out of me. And I’ve been horny ever since he tipped my head back and gave me that look.

We’re home now. My father has also gone home. His flight back to Germany is early in the morning, so we won’t see him again on this visit. Apparently, he’ll be moving back in a few months, though.

As soon as we step into the bedroom, Myles points toward a pillow on the floor. “Strip, sweetheart. I want you on your knees.”

I shudder. We’ve done this many nights in the past three weeks, but it makes me tremble every time.

Our relationship might seem unconventional to some people, but to me, it’s heaven.

I wouldn’t want it any other way. If I searched the Earth for a million years, I’d never find a man who makes my heart race like Myles.

I turn so my back is to him and pull my hair over my shoulder.

He silently lowers the zipper of my dress to the crack of my ass. The act alone is sexy. I love how his knuckles graze down my spine and how he steps so close that I can feel his warm breath on my skin.

He kisses my neck before stepping away and disappearing into the closet.

I slip out of the black dress and drape it over the back of the armchair. I kind of hate removing the black lace bra and thong, as well as the heels, because I liked the smoldering look he gave me when I put them on this morning.

But he told me to strip, so I do. A minute later, I’m on my knees, hands clasped behind my back, chest thrust forward.

He comes out of the closet wearing low-hanging, worn jeans and nothing else.

I lick my lips. He’s so beautiful. I often feel like pinching myself to make sure this is real. I’m really his.

He’s holding an odd, narrow box, and he offers it to me. “A gift.”

I bring my hands to the front and take it from him.

“You already gave me so many gifts today, Sir.” He gave me the designer dress I just removed and the lingerie under it.

He gave me a diamond tennis bracelet before the ceremony.

All of that was over the top, but it didn’t compare to the sleek, black Lexus that is now parked in the garage next to his Lamborghini.

I had squealed so loud the neighbors probably heard me when I stepped into the garage to find a car in the spot that had been empty before today. My old car still hasn’t been located, and it probably won’t be at this point. It’s unlikely it exists as anything but so many pieces of scrap metal now.

“You’ve gotten me so many things,” I repeat as I take the box.

“This one is simple, sweetheart. I promise.”

My hands shake as I open it, and I gasp when I see what’s inside. It’s a crop. Red leather with a heart at the end, like the one I saw the first night we went to Edge.

Myles takes it out of the box and turns it over. “Read the inscription.”

I lean over to read the words etched into the handle. To my girl. My woman. My submissive. My wife. My everything. Love always, Myles.

I’m trembling as I tip my head back. I didn’t miss the words in the middle. Wife?

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small ring box. “One more gift.”

I sob. He’s for real. He told me he would propose soon, but it’s still unexpected.

He gets down on one knee and opens the box. The ridiculously large diamond has a pink tinge and takes my breath away.

“Will you marry me, Madison?”

I nod. My voice is trapped.

He chuckles. “I’m going to need a verbal response, sweetheart.”

“Yes.” I clear my throat. “Yes, Sir, I’d be honored to marry you.”

He smiles. “I like that response.” He pulls the ring out of the box, sets the box on the floor, and reaches for my hand to slide it on my finger.

It’s a perfect fit. Why am I not surprised? The man probably carefully watched every ring I wore and then borrowed one to get my size.

He cups my face and kisses me reverently. “Now, I’m going to use that heart-shaped crop on every part of your body so you’ll remember this day forever.”

My breath hitches. My nipples stiffen to hard peaks. I’m certain my breasts will be one of those promised locations.

He stands and holds out a hand. “Rise, sweetheart. Come.”

I gracefully come to my feet, something I’ve been practicing for the last few weeks. I don’t know his intentions, but I’m surprised when he leads me into the enormous bathroom and turns on all the lights. He shuts the door and opens the three-way mirror he installed on the back of it last week.

At the time, I had no idea why he thought we needed such an elaborate mirror. It’s clearer to me now.

He points to a spot on the floor. “Stand here. Feet wide. Arms behind your head. You’ll watch me mark you, Madison.”

I shudder. I’m already panting, and he hasn’t even started. Besides the anticipation and excitement, I know that crop is going to hurt. He’s never struck my breasts before.

Goosebumps rise all over my skin as I stand naked in the bright lights of the bathroom. What makes it even more arousing is facing my nudity and submission in the mirror.

“Good girl.” He circles me slowly. “You’re so sexy, Madison.

” He taps my belly button. “One day, this stomach will be huge and tight and round with my child. I will enjoy watching you grow. I will insist on you standing like this so I can admire your body. You’ll be so accustomed to the tiny marks from this leather heart that I’ll be able to mark your bottom even when you’re pregnant. ”

It’s hard to breathe while he tells me his visions for our future. He’s the most perfect man in the world. I hope I can live up to his expectations as his submissive.

Myles drags the heart-shaped tip of the crop up to my nipple and flicks it, making me rise onto my toes. “Tsk tsk. Keep your feet planted. Don’t move an inch. I want every heart to land exactly where I intend it to. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Without warning, he lifts the heart and strikes the side of my breast.

I gasp. The sudden sharp pain makes me sway, but only because he’s never used a crop on me before, so I couldn’t fully know what to expect. And he’s certainly never struck my breasts before.

“Fuck, that’s sexy.” He points toward the mirror. “Look at the welt, sweetheart.”

I bite my lip as I stare at my breast.

Myles steps closer, traces the raised edge with a finger, and then leans in to kiss it. “More, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Sir.” I want to feel his crop and see the evidence on my body for days.

I know we will go around and around about when we’re getting married. He’s made it clear he wants me to wait until I’m certain. But I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.

My mind is perfectly clear. I want to spend the rest of my life with Myles. I want to be his wife, his girl, and his submissive. I know he will never take advantage of my gift. He will always encourage me to be the best me I can be. He will treat me as his equal on every issue that is important.

And I will submit to him because I crave his dominance. I salivate over the way it makes me feel when he commands me with just a look. I want his mark on my skin. I want his cock inside me. I want to scream his name when he’s done showing me how much he loves me.

He strikes my other breast with a matching mark.

I moan. My pussy leaks to run down my inner thighs.

He leans in and grips my neck, kissing behind my ear. “I love you, Madison.”

“I love you, too, Myles.”

“Do you want me to continue, sweetheart?”

“I never want you to stop, Sir.”

His mouth comes to mine in a heated, passionate kiss. The welts on my breasts pulse with energy the entire time. The room crackles with our combined need to please each other.

I’m his.

He’s mine.

We are forever.