He holds my hand against the table.“Madison, there is no part of me who thinks for one second that you’re not a full-grown adult.Trust me.”
I inhale deeply.He seems sincere.
“However, you are, and will always be, my submissive.Unless and until you decide you don’t want to be mine.”He lifts a brow.
“I’ll never change my mind,” I insist without hesitation.It may be bonkers, but I know what I want, and I want Myles.I’ve known I wanted to be his submissive for years.This isn’t some decision I made lightly on a whim.
“Nevertheless, you don’t fully understand yet how demanding I can be.How demanding Iwillbe with you.”
His gaze is insistent, and I don’t see how he could be more overbearing than he’s been this week.
He leans closer and slides his hand to my wrist.It’s so intimate I might swoon.“Madison, I’ve known for a long time that I wanted you.I never imagined it could be a reality, but I’ve dreamed about owning you for as long as you’ve had the same thoughts, apparently.I’ve been a Dominant from the time I was mature enough to know what one was, and I’ve been a member of BDSM clubs since I was twenty-one.I’ve played.I’ve dabbled.I’ve done a lot of things with a lot of submissives, but I’ve never taken one home.I’ve never found someone I craved more than one scene with.Untilyou.”
I can’t breathe.
“I want so much more from you than you’ve seen this past week.Sometimes it scares me.I want you naked and on your knees.I want you to come into the house and turn yourself over to me without hesitation.It’s a deep desire that only grows with each passing day.I’ve held back, sweetheart.I’ve worked hard to give you time and space.”
“I want all those things,” I whisper.“I’m yours, Myles.”
He shakes his head.It’s frustrating.“You can’t fully know that yet, sweetheart.Let’s see how you feel after we go to the club tonight.”He releases me.“Take a sip of the wine.Tell me what you think.”
I lift the glass, trying not to tremble after everything he just said.“Mm.I like it.”
“I’m glad.Now, tell me more about these dreams you have.”
“Not a chance.I’ve told you enough.”
“You haven’t told me nearly enough.How am I going to make your fantasies come true if you don’t share the details?”
I shake my head.“You’re not getting them out of me.You’ll have to use trial and error for the next fifty years.”
“I can do that, but it would be fun if I had some specifics.Are you always a naughty schoolgirl?”
I groan.“Usually.Sometimes, I’m caught sneaking out to go to a party.Sometimes, I’m…” I take a deep breath and look at Myles.“I can’t tell you all this.Not here.”I look around.
“Okay.Later.But, eventually, I want to hear all your naughty fantasies.”
“You have Google, you know.I bet you can use it, too,” I joke.“If you search kinky fantasies, I’ve probably squirmed at whatever you find.”
“Mmm.”He rubs his chin.“You do realize Google isn’t always reliable, right?”
I roll my eyes.“Of course.Just inspiration.”
He smirks.“What about bondage?Do you fantasize about that?”
“Yes.That’s an easy one.”
His grin slays me.And worries me.It should.“So, you misbehave and a Dom ties your arms behind your back.”
I shake my head and take another sip of wine.“There’s not ‘a Dom,’ Myles.It’syou.It’s always you.”
“Pleased to hear that.Do I tie you up?”
I groan.“You’re relentless.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.”He sets his elbows on the table.“Naked or clothed?”
“You nearly always strip me naked, to make me feel embarrassed and exposed.”