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Madison

He’s maddening. The man rarely says enough, and when he does, he says too much. My head is spinning. I’m finding it hard to believe any of the last twenty hours have actually happened.

He’s so bossy. When we get home, he sits me at the table and feeds me lunch—soup and grilled cheese. After that, he orders me to take a nap.

I want to argue, but I’m too damn tired to do so. I doubt I slept enough last night, and my head is still pulsing. Mr. Bossy gives me two more pills and sets a glass of water on the nightstand.

He stops at the door and turns back. “We’ll talk after your nap. Take off your jeans and sweater, or you’ll get too hot under the covers.”

And then he’s gone.

I stare at the door for a long time. He didn’t close it all the way. What the hell is happening here? He’s dominating me. That much is evident. I’m dying to know what his plan is. However, it would seem he’s not going to let me control things. Any things.

He told me to nap, and he meant it. I don’t think the napping is a way of exercising his dominance. I think he truly realizes I need the rest to get rid of my hangover once and for all. Plus, whatever he wants to say needs to be stated when my mind is sharper.

I sit on the edge of the bed and remove my shoes before rising to take off my jeans and sweater. Wearing only my bra and panties, I climb under the covers. For a moment, I think there’s too much happening in my head, and there’s no way I’ll be able to fall asleep, but that’s my last thought.

“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?”

I gasp as I look up to see Myles glaring at me with his hands on his hips. I’m holding a drink, which I just took a sip of, but he yanks it out of my hand and sets it on the bar.

He leans into me. “You’re not old enough to be in a bar, Madison.”

I swallow hard. “How did you find me?”

He lifts a brow. “Tracker on your phone, naughty girl.”

I groan.

“Who’s the hot DILF?” Kelsey asks, leaning into my side.

Myles ignores her, wraps his fingers around my bicep, and drags me toward the back of the building.

“Where are you taking me?” I’m nervous. He’s caught me sneaking out of the house.

He’s caught me violating the dress code for that stupid private school he makes me attend.

He’s grounded me for even thinking about doing something against the rules.

But this is the first time he’s found me in a bar. I’m in big trouble.

Myles leads me out the back door and over to a car I don’t recognize. I wince when a driver gets out of the front seat and opens the door for us. It’s a limo. This means Myles will be giving me his full attention on the way home. I don’t think I’m ready for his wrath.

Myles places a hand on my head to make sure I don’t hit the roof of the car as he manhandles me inside. He climbs in behind me and sits across from me. Our knees are touching.

“Head toward the house, Jefferies, but take your time. You might need to circle the area for a while. I’ll let you know when we’re ready to pull in the driveway.”

“Yes, sir.”

The limo pulls away from the curb.

My teeth chatter. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Sorry?” His voice is calm. “Where did you get this outfit?” He waves a hand in front of me.

I grab the short hem of my black Lycra skirt and tug it. He can probably see my panties. I try to keep my legs squeezed together. “I borrowed it from Kelsey,” I murmur.

“Lift your arms above your head, naughty girl.” He leans forward, not waiting for me to comply. He takes both my wrists and holds them up.

I gasp when I feel something metal touch my wrist and hear a snick. When I tip my head back, I find that he has handcuffed my wrist to the roof. He does the same to the other. Why is there a hook on the roof of the car?

When I jerk my gaze around, I notice a lot of strange items in this limo. I don’t know what most of it is, but I’m smart enough to recognize BDSM equipment. Shit.

Myles opens a cabinet and pulls something out. Some sort of bar with cuffs at either end. He bends forward, removes my heels, and cuffs one of my ankles to the bar.

I can’t breathe as I stare in stunned silence. I’ve never been in this kind of trouble.

“Spread your legs, Madison,” he orders.

I can’t follow his instructions because I’m frozen. It doesn’t matter. He lifts my other ankle, holds it wide, and cuffs it to the other end of the bar. He does something to adjust the center of the bar, forcing my legs open obscenely wider.

My breasts are high. My chest is heaving. My pussy is exposed. Any second now, he’s going to find out how wet I am.

He reaches into the cabinet again. This time, he’s holding a pair of scissors. I know what he’s going to do. This isn’t the first time he’s cut my clothes off. When he finds me wearing something he doesn’t approve of, he ruins it. He doesn’t even care that I borrowed this outfit.

I purse my lips, not bothering to argue with him as he cuts the skirt off me. I don’t dare move an inch since he starts cutting near my crotch. The cold blade continues up my stomach and between my breasts, destroying my blouse. He cuts through my lace bra and panties next.

When he yanks the material away from my body, leaving me totally naked, I jerk my gaze toward the driver.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to worry about someone seeing your naughty body, Madison. Do you?”

“No, Sir,” I mutter. I’m so embarrassed. My nipples are hard points. The driver keeps glancing in the rearview mirror. He has it angled right at my naked body.

Myles reaches up and tweaks one of my nipples. “I see you shaved your cunt. Did I give you permission to shave your pussy, Madison?”

“No, Sir.”

“Did you let any boys touch your naughty pussy?”

I shake my head. “No, Sir.”

“Do you like how it feels when boys ogle you, dirty girl?”

I swallow. “Yes, Sir.”

“Should I have Jefferies pull over and join us? He can watch me spank your naughty tits. How does that sound?”

My face heats. “No. Please, Sir.” That would be even more humiliating.

Myles grabs something else from the cabinet. A small cane. I hate it when he uses a cane. It’s so painful. He’s never used one on my tits, though. He’s only used it on my bottom. Is he going to punish my tits this time?

I arch my chest when he strokes the tip of the cane over my tight bud.

“Such a filthy girl. Look at you pushing those naughty tits out, begging for attention.”

I whimper.

Myles drags the end of the cane down toward my pussy. “Sit still, naughty girl. If you stay still, I’ll only punish your breasts. If you squirm, I’ll swat your pussy, too.”

I’m trying so hard to remain still. I can’t imagine what it would feel like for him to spank my pussy with that cane.

I inhale sharply when he drags the tip through my folds and over my clit.

Myles leans closer and brings the cane to my lips. “Suck, dirty girl. Suck your juices off my cane.”

I turn my head to the side. I don’t want to taste myself.

Myles grabs my chin and forces my head to face him. “I’m going to slide this cane in and out of your tight pussy as many times as I want, and you’re going to suck it clean every time. If you hesitate or balk at me again, I will swat your pussy with it in between. Do you understand?”

I nod. “Yes, Sir.”

“Open your mouth. Beg me to feed you your pussy juices.”

“Please feed me my pussy juices, Sir.” I’m trembling.

The moment he pushes the end of the cane into me, I moan so loudly that people can probably hear me in the car next to us.

My eyes bolt open. I’m panting and confused for a few seconds before I realize where I am. Oh my God. I’m in Myles’s house. I’m in his guest room. I just had a vivid sex dream about him.

I’m mortified, and I pray I didn’t make any noise. I stay very still, trying to control my breathing until it’s finally back to normal.

I’m on my side. My legs are bent and pressed together, but I know my panties are wet. Please don’t let Myles find out.

I’m wide awake now and beyond grateful that at least ten minutes pass before I’m aware of Myles coming into the room. My eyes are closed, and as he sits on the edge of my bed, I pretend to wake up.

I like the way he smiles as he reaches up to stroke my hair back from my forehead.

It’s tender and sweet. I melt under his gentle touch. It’s drastically different from the Myles in my fantasies who punishes me for misbehaving. Apparently, I crave both sides of him.

As the seconds tick by, my body comes back alive. I’ve dreamed of moments like this with Myles. My heart is on the line here. If he messes with me, I’ll get hurt. I don’t think I’ll recover.

It’s a risk I’m willing to take, but I want to be sure he isn’t playing.

“Do you see me as an adult, Myles?”

“Absolutely, Madison.”

“When you boss me around, it’s from a need to dominate me, right? I’m not a child. I know I told you I have fantasies of being a naughty schoolgirl who needs a spanking, but I’m not a Little.”

He smiles. “You’ve done your research.”

“Yes.”

“And I’ve told you I’m not a Daddy. I don’t want you to be a Little. I’m not interested in age play. I’m never going to dress you up in toddler clothes and put your hair in pigtails.”

I shudder. “Thank God.”

“Just so we’re clear.”

I can’t help making a joke. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind it if I called you Daddy when we do a naughty schoolgirl scene.”

He chuckles. “I’d rather you didn’t. Sir is much better.”

I feel warm. I sober and ask more seriously, “Are we going to do a naughty schoolgirl scene together sometime?”

“The honest truth?”

“Well, I don’t want you to lie to me,” I respond.

“If I had my way, we would do thousands of naughty schoolgirl scenes together.”

My breath hitches. I’ve slowly internalized that he’s at least interested in me, but his answer is deep and heavy.

“But we’re getting ahead of ourselves, Madison.”

“Are we? It seems like we’ve run two marathons today.”

“I agree, but we didn’t look at the route first, so I’m not sure we’re anywhere near the finish line.”

I giggle. We need the levity.