I want to lower my nose to her neck and nuzzle her.I want to lift her sweater over her head and suckle her perky tits.
I’m an asshole.
She’s my kryptonite.
I look into her wide eyes.“How long have you been jonesing to have your bottom spanked, Madison?”
“Since the night you and my dad went to Edge while I was home for Christmas a few years ago.Neither of you knew I could hear you discussing your plans that night.As soon as you left the house, I started googling.By the time you got home, I knew more about kink and BDSM than I ever thought possible.”
My turn to flinch.I never knew about that.Shit.I’m not sure it matters in the grand scheme of things.Maybe Madison learned about kink at a younger age than she might have otherwise, but if she’s as submissive as she thinks, she would have found out sooner or later.
“Is that when you knew you were submissive?”
“Yes, and that’s when I knew I wanted you to be the one to dominate me.”
Fuck.Me.
The gloves are off.She’s not holding back.
“I’m twice your age.”
“I don’t care.”
There’s a shift in the atmosphere.What I say next is going to change everything.I’m weak.
The reality is Madison was mine before last night’s events.I was simply suppressing the truth.If I go down this path, there’s no turning back.It’s risky.Her dad will kill me when he finds out.Hopefully, not literally.
I’m not interested in a fling.If I take Madison on as my submissive, I won’t let her go.She’s not ready for that.
Can I mold her submission to echo my desires without bringing her into my bed?Maybe.It would give her the chance to test the waters and know herself better without committing.
She’s so young.What if she’s wrong?What if she finds out she isn’t able to submit the way I require?There’s only one way to find out.Teach her.Train her.Let her decide.
While keeping her out of my bed.
I release her and turn to zip up her bags before swinging them both over my shoulder.“Let’s go.”
“That’s it?You’re not going to say anything else?”
I grab the back of her neck and haul her close, enjoying the way her breath hitches.“Oh, I’m going to say a lot more, sweetheart, but how about we not do that here?Huh?”
“Okay.”
I nod toward the bedroom door.
“You’re really not going to let me have my vibrator?”
I chuckle.“I’m really not going to let you have your vibrator.Get in the car, naughty girl.”
Chapter6
Madison
He’s maddening.The man rarely says enough, and when he does, he says too much.My head is spinning.I’m finding it hard to believe any of the last twenty hours have actually happened.
He’s so bossy.When we get home, he sits me at the table and feeds me lunch—soup and grilled cheese.After that, he orders me to take a nap.
I want to argue, but I’m too damn tired to do so.I doubt I slept enough last night, and my head is still pulsing.Mr.Bossy gives me two more pills and sets a glass of water on the nightstand.
