I don’t respond.It’s not necessary.Myles is right.We can play this dangerous game without my father knowing for a while, but he will come home eventually.Hell, he’ll be here next month for my graduation.
I wait.Myles has more to say.I won’t interrupt his thoughts.
This is happening.I don’t know what it is, but it’s happening.He’s sitting on my bed, stroking my face.The covers have shifted down far enough for him to see my bra straps.He knows what else I’m wearing because he ordered me to strip down to my bra and panties before my nap.
“I want to train you,” he says.
I suck in a breath.My body reacts viscerally to his words.Just the one word—train.I’m educated enough to know what he means.My heart races.My breasts feel heavy.My bra is suddenly too tight.I squeeze my thighs together.My pussy floods my panties.
All from one word.
Train.
Myles glances at my torso and growls.
I flinch.I’m on fire.I want to tug the covers away.I need cool air.I also need to see his expression when I reveal my mostly naked body to him.
He’s breathing heavily when he looks back at me.“You might think BDSM is something people do at a kink club like Edge, and you’d be right.But some of us like our kink to extend to every aspect of life.”
I lick my dry lips.“You like to dominate your submissives all the time?”
He shakes his head, confusing me.“No, Madison.Just you.”He moves his hand from my face to the bed next to me and leans over.“I’ve never wanted to dominate anyone as deeply as I want to dominate you.You’re like a drug.I already know I won’t be able to get enough of you.I’m not talking about weekends and the occasional evening.I’m talking about always.”
I inhale sharply, forcing myself not to move.My body will betray me.If I move an inch, I’ll start moaning.
“I crave your complete submission.It’s not something I’ve experienced before.My gut tells me it’s what you need, though.”
He’s not wrong.I’ve never thought about what it would look like to submit to Myles all the time.My fantasies are always about scenes where he spanks and fucks me.They don’t extend to day-to-day life.
But fuck, this is hot.
“I’m tossing a lot at you all at once.You pushed my hand.This out-of-control train fired up a few years ago, but the engine started revving when you confessed your fantasies to me last night.It didn’t matter that you were drunk.In fact, the alcohol loosened your tongue and caused you to be truthful.”
I’m barely breathing.
“Would this have happened otherwise?Yes.Inevitably.We couldn’t have continued to tiptoe around each other indefinitely at holidays and special events.”
I give a slight nod, agreeing.
“I want you to submit to me.Let me show you what it means to obey me.Try it out.It would be irresponsible for us to jump off this cliff without making sure there’s a soft landing below.”
I’m not sure what he means.
He holds my gaze and clarifies, “I’m not going to fuck you, Madison.Not until you’re certain you can commit to me for a lifetime.I’m not playing games here.I want all of you.I want to own you until our last breaths.”
The room starts spinning.I’m tumbling.It feels like I’m on one of those roller coasters with a spiral that keeps going down, making me nearly black out.
It’s all out there now.He’s not fucking around.
Myles rises.
I’m stunned when he turns as if to leave me.I sit upright and grab his hand, not caring that the covers fall to reveal my heaving breasts under my bra.“Yes,” I breathe out.“Yes.I want you to train me.Teach me what it means to be yours.”
Myles squeezes my hand.“You realize how high the stakes are.We’ve said a lot today, but we haven’t technically crossed any lines.If we do this.If you agree to submit to me…”
I shove the covers away with my free hand and rise onto my knees.“We’ll eventually have to tell my father.I know.”
He sighs as though resigned.Finally, he bends toward me, kisses my forehead, and releases my hand.“Put some clothes on.Meet me in the living room.Bring your bookbag.”