“What’s important about you watching me pack?”she whispers loudly.
I’m being highhanded and bossy.I have no right, but I can’t stop myself.I head for her closet, open it, grab two duffel bags from the floor, and put them on the bed.“You should probably get a move on unless you want to risk answering questions from your roommates.”
She draws in a breath and heads for the closet first.
I perch against her nightstand, wondering if she’s eventually going to want to open it.Again, I have no right.I shouldn’t be stopping Madison from masturbating.I definitely shouldn’t say something like that out loud.But the truth is I will.If she pushes this issue, I will lay down the law.She is not going to touch her pussy under my roof.
I cross my arms over my chest and don’t move an inch while she flits around the room and her bathroom.When it’s obvious she’s stuffed the last items into her bags, she turns toward me.
“You’re blocking my nightstand.”
“Yep.”
“You looked in it last night, didn’t you?”
“Yep.”
Her face turns red.“I’m a grown woman, Myles.”
“I’m well aware.”
She sets her hands on her hips and narrows her gaze.Keeping her voice low, she says, “Let me get this straight.You intend to take over my life.I’m forced to move into your house.I’m grounded from anything fun.I can’t go anywhere except my classes.You’re going to monitor my whereabouts.I’m not allowed to drink alcohol.And on top of that, I’m not permitted to masturbate?”
I’m impressed by her ability to hold my gaze and speak those words.I nod.“That’s right.”
She throws her arms up in exasperation.“Myles, do you realize how fucked-up this is?”
“Yep.”I do.I’m fully aware.I can’t process it.I’m following my instincts.My gut tells me there’s no way I can let Madison finger her pussy, and not a chance in hell she’s going to press a vibrator against her clit.Fuck to the no.
She’s…mine.I’lldecide when she gets to come.Not her.
Madness?Yes.Insanity.
I have no right.I keep reminding myself of that, but still, I keep pushing her.I want her to admit she’s mine.I want her to submit to me more than I want my next breath.
It’s not like I can lump this demand in with the others.I can’t suggest I would tattle to her father if I caught her masturbating.I can’t hold something like that over her head to keep her in line.I’m crossing way over said line.But she’s still not fucking touching herself.
A slow smile forms, and she smirks before she shrugs.“Fine.I don’t need vibrators to orgasm, Myles.They’re nice when I’m in a hurry or want to get off quickly.But if I’m going to be living in your house where your scent fills the space and you intend to boss me around, I’ll be able to come just as fast by rubbing my clit with my fingers.”
Bold words.My girl is getting feistier and sassier as her hangover wanes.I’m still quicker, sharper, and…older.
I slowly rise from the nightstand, cup her face with one hand, and tip her head back.My pinky rests under her ear.My thumb strokes her lower lip.I’m treading in dangerous waters.“Do you intend to test me, Madison?”
She swallows.
I move my thumb to her pulse point.
“Maybe,” she whispers.
“Are you sure you want to take that kind of risk?”
“What happens if you catch me fucking myself?You gonna tell my dad?”
Does she have any idea how her pushback affects me?I don’t think she’s ready for the kind of domination I like to impose over my submissives.
“You’re playing with fire, Madison.Be careful, or you might get burned.I don’t have to tell Hendrix that you fingered your pretty cunt to get you in trouble.”
Her cheeks turn pink.She swallows again.
