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?”