He stops at the door and turns back.“We’ll talk after your nap.Take off your jeans and sweater, or you’ll get too hot under the covers.”
And then he’s gone.
I stare at the door for a long time.He didn’t close it all the way.What the hell is happening here?He’s dominating me.That much is evident.I’m dying to know what his plan is.However, it would seem he’s not going to let me control things.Anythings.
He told me to nap, and he meant it.I don’t think the napping is a way of exercising his dominance.I think he truly realizes I need the rest to get rid of my hangover once and for all.Plus, whatever he wants to say needs to be stated when my mind is sharper.
I sit on the edge of the bed and remove my shoes before rising to take off my jeans and sweater.Wearing only my bra and panties, I climb under the covers.For a moment, I think there’s too much happening in my head, and there’s no way I’ll be able to fall asleep, but that’s my last thought.
“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?”
I gasp as I look up to see Myles glaring at me with his hands on his hips.I’m holding a drink, which I just took a sip of, but he yanks it out of my hand and sets it on the bar.
He leans into me.“You’re not old enough to be in a bar, Madison.”
I swallow hard.“How did you find me?”
He lifts a brow.“Tracker on your phone, naughty girl.”
I groan.
“Who’s the hot DILF?”Kelsey asks, leaning into my side.
Myles ignores her, wraps his fingers around my bicep, and drags me toward the back of the building.
“Where are you taking me?”I’m nervous.He’s caught me sneaking out of the house.He’s caught me violating the dress code for that stupid private school he makes me attend.He’s grounded me for even thinking about doing something against the rules.But this is the first time he’s found me in a bar.I’m in big trouble.
Myles leads me out the back door and over to a car I don’t recognize.I wince when a driver gets out of the front seat and opens the door for us.It’s a limo.This means Myles will be giving me his full attention on the way home.I don’t think I’m ready for his wrath.
Myles places a hand on my head to make sure I don’t hit the roof of the car as he manhandles me inside.He climbs in behind me and sits across from me.Our knees are touching.
“Head toward the house, Jefferies, but take your time.You might need to circle the area for a while.I’ll let you know when we’re ready to pull in the driveway.”
“Yes, sir.”
The limo pulls away from the curb.
My teeth chatter.“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Sorry?”His voice is calm.“Where did you get this outfit?”He waves a hand in front of me.
I grab the short hem of my black Lycra skirt and tug it.He can probably see my panties.I try to keep my legs squeezed together.“I borrowed it from Kelsey,” I murmur.
“Lift your arms above your head, naughty girl.”He leans forward, not waiting for me to comply.He takes both my wrists and holds them up.
I gasp when I feel something metal touch my wrist and hear a snick.When I tip my head back, I find that he has handcuffed my wrist to the roof.He does the same to the other.Why is there a hook on the roof of the car?
When I jerk my gaze around, I notice a lot of strange items in this limo.I don’t know what most of it is, but I’m smart enough to recognize BDSM equipment.Shit.
Myles opens a cabinet and pulls something out.Some sort of bar with cuffs at either end.He bends forward, removes my heels, and cuffs one of my ankles to the bar.
I can’t breathe as I stare in stunned silence.I’ve never been in this kind of trouble.
“Spread your legs, Madison,” he orders.
I can’t follow his instructions because I’m frozen.It doesn’t matter.He lifts my other ankle, holds it wide, and cuffs it to the other end of the bar.He does something to adjust the center of the bar, forcing my legs open obscenely wider.
My breasts are high.My chest is heaving.My pussy is exposed.Any second now, he’s going to find out how wet I am.
