I freeze.My breath catches in my lungs.The room is spinning.Not just from the hangover.That’s practically forgotten.I might come if I squeeze my thighs tight enough.
“Start with the toast, Madison,” he orders.
I don’t move.Ican’t.I’m stuck, breathing heavily, staring at my plate, unable to meet his gaze.Part of me wants to ignore his demands and run back up the stairs.I want to know if he would really spank me.After all, he’s treating me like I’m twelve.Maybe he would.
What if he did?Would I come while he swatted my bottom?Probably.
Myles stands, rounds to my side of the table, pushes my chair in, and points at the toast.“Eat.”
Infuriating man.
He heads toward the sink and starts washing pans while I stare at his fantastic ass.My gaze strays to the island.I’ve had hundreds of daydreams that involve that island.Most of them include me naked and bent over it while he spanks me.Some of them include me lying on top of the granite surface while he eats my pussy until I scream out my orgasm.
I whimper.I can’t stay here.This is a disaster.If he knew what my thoughts were… Considering how much of my time is spent daydreaming about Myles when I hardly see him, I can’t imagine how consumed I would be if I saw him every single day.
I shake my wandering thoughts from my head and pick up the toast.It really does get easier to eat with each nibble.Damn him for being right.
I’m able to move from the toast to the bacon and eggs, and before I know it, my plate is empty.
I down the rest of my tea, well aware that Myles is leaning against the counter, watching me.
“Do we have a deal?”he asks calmly when I’m finished.
“How did my things get here?Did you pack them last night?”
“Yes.No one else was home.”
“I’ll need more than that.Can we go back over and get more stuff?”
“Yes, as long as thestuffyou’re planning to pack is approved by me.”
My breath hitches.“You’re going to watch me pack?”
“Absolutely.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so, Madison.Do you think you’re in a position to question me?”
“No, Sir.”Shit.I did it again.But he seems to like it when I call him Sir.
“Can I go out with my friends for my birthday?”I ask calmly, hoping he’ll relent on that.
“No.”
I sigh.That pisses me off.“It’s my twenty-first.”
“And I’m going to make sure you live to see your twenty-second.”
“You’re being overly dramatic.”
He shrugs.“Take it or leave it.”
“Are you going to tell me you never had a drop of alcohol before you were twenty-one?”
“Nope.I certainly did.”
“Then why the double standard?”
