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Madison

“Submitting to you is boring,” I whine when Myles pulls up to the building where my first class of the day is located.

He chuckles. “Do you have your assignment in your backpack?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, Master . You’ve asked me five times already. I’ve been getting to class on time with my homework for my whole life. I’ve got it.”

“I’m okay with you sassing me as long as you’re okay going to classes with a sore bottom.”

I roll my eyes harder, if that’s a thing. “Promises, promises.”

I’ve been submitting to Myles for two days. So far, it’s been nothing but him bossing me around and me doing his bidding.

B. O. R. I. N. G.

“Submission isn’t always orgasms and cotton candy, Madison. You need to understand that. D/s for me is a way of life. It’s a give and take. I give you what you crave, and you take what I offer.” He chuckles again. He’s teasing me. Sort of.

I reach for the handle of the door.

Myles sets a hand over my arm, stopping me. “Where are you permitted to go, Madison?”

“I know. I know. Class, lunch, and the library.”

“If you need to be anywhere else, you’ll text me first so I’ll know where you are. I checked your account with the cafeteria. You have plenty of money in there to get lunch. Have a nice day. I’ll pick you up at four.”

As I go to open the door, he grips my arm and tugs.

I look at him.

He has a raised eyebrow and a partial smirk. He’s getting a kick out of this.

“Yes, Sir,” I say, cutting the sass out of my voice.

“Good girl.” He releases me, and I head for my first class.

I look over my shoulder ten times on my way to the building. Myles doesn’t pull away until I’m completely out of sight.

I almost feel bad for giving him such a hard time. I had no idea I could be so sassy. I don’t even know why I do it. It’s like I started and now I can’t stop. It’s an odd dynamic.

Myles is unflappable. He shows no signs of being flustered by my attitude. He seems to get a kick out of our weird new relationship.

“Girl, where have you been?”

I spin around to find Kelsey—one of my roommates—behind me. I grip my backpack and smile. “Hey, sorry. I texted you to let you know I was staying with Myles.”

She snorts. “Is Myles the hot DILF who picked you up from the bar Friday night?”

“Yeah.” I don’t bother to argue with her about calling him a DILF. I’m not willing to share anything about our relationship. It’s private. It also seems like something no one my age would understand.

“He’s a friend of your dad’s?” Kelsey asks.

“Yeah,” I repeat. I let my shoulders sag and sigh dramatically. “He’s really overprotective. When he found out I was at a bar, he flipped his lid. Now I have to stay with him for the rest of the semester or else he’s going to tell my dad I was drunk and breaking the law.”

Kelsey laughs. “Are you serious? You’re hardly underage. You’ll be twenty-one this weekend. What a douche.” She giggles again. “A sexy douche. Maybe you could get him to loosen up if you offered him a blowjob.”

I scrunch up my face. “Gross,” I lie. “He’s like my uncle. I’ve known him my whole life.”

Kelsey shrugs. “That doesn’t mean you can’t fuck him. He’s not actually related to you.” She gets all swoony. “If I had to spend a month living with him, I’d traipse around half naked all the time until he gave in to temptation and fucked me against the wall.”

She has no idea how badly I’d like him to do just that. I make a gagging sign, though, as if her words disgust me.

“So, what? You’re like grounded?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

Her face falls. “I was kidding. You’re serious? You’re a grown adult. He can’t ground you.”

“Well, technically, he can do whatever he wants. If Myles tells my dad what happened, Dad will freak out and make me go live with him in Germany. I’ll have to repeat this semester.”

“So, this Myles guy is basically blackmailing you, and you don’t think he wants to fuck you?”

This is not going well.

Kelsey starts laughing. “Man, you should see your face. I guess that hadn’t occurred to you.” She grabs my arm. “Let’s get to class.” We have the same class this morning. “We’re still going to be able to go to Edge this weekend, right?”

“I don’t know. I’ll try,” I lie again. On Saturday morning, I had considered doing whatever it took and sneaking out of the house to make sure I was at Edge for my birthday. But things have changed. My new goal is to convince Myles to take me there as his submissive.

It’s hard to focus on my professor. There’s only three weeks of regular classes until finals, so things are winding down. I know I need to pay attention and not let my grades slip, but my mind keeps wandering to the man who has taken over every aspect of my life.

It feels like I’m living inside the plot of a very kinky movie. It’s surreal. I keep pinching myself and checking my phone to see if the last message I got from Myles is still there and not a figment of my imagination.

Class, cafeteria, library. Don’t test me, Madison.

I shudder every time I reread it. It never gets old. If someone else saw the message, they wouldn’t have the same reaction. They wouldn’t understand the tone or the look on his face. They’d have no concept of the depths to which I have agreed to submit to this man.

Or how horny it makes me.

When the class finally ends, Kelsey and I step into the hall. “You headed to the cafeteria? Wanna have lunch together?”

“Sounds good.”

She stops next to the bathroom. “I’ll wait for you here.”

I look at her. “What?”

“I assume you need to pee. Sheesh. You couldn’t sit still for the entire class.”

“Oh, right.” I spin around and hurry into the bathroom. My face heats as I lock myself in a stall and pull out my phone to text Myles.

Do you have any idea how horny I am from your bossy text, Sir?

It takes him seconds to respond.

I do now. Keep your naughty fingers away from your pussy, Madison.

I smile as I put the phone away, flush, and leave the stall. It’s going to be a long four weeks if we’re going to keep this up.