I’m wide awake now and beyond grateful that at least ten minutes pass before I’m aware of Myles coming into the room.My eyes are closed, and as he sits on the edge of my bed, I pretend to wake up.
I like the way he smiles as he reaches up to stroke my hair back from my forehead.
It’s tender and sweet.I melt under his gentle touch.It’s drastically different from the Myles in my fantasies who punishes me for misbehaving.Apparently, I crave both sides of him.
As the seconds tick by, my body comes back alive.I’ve dreamed of moments like this with Myles.My heart is on the line here.If he messes with me, I’ll get hurt.I don’t think I’ll recover.
It’s a risk I’m willing to take, but I want to be sure he isn’t playing.
“Do you see me as an adult, Myles?”
“Absolutely, Madison.”
“When you boss me around, it’s from a need to dominate me, right?I’m not a child.I know I told you I have fantasies of being a naughty schoolgirl who needs a spanking, but I’m not a Little.”
He smiles.“You’ve done your research.”
“Yes.”
“And I’ve told you I’m not a Daddy.I don’t want you to be a Little.I’m not interested in age play.I’m never going to dress you up in toddler clothes and put your hair in pigtails.”
I shudder.“Thank God.”
“Just so we’re clear.”
I can’t help making a joke.“Perhaps you wouldn’t mind it if I called you Daddy when we do a naughty schoolgirl scene.”
He chuckles.“I’d rather you didn’t.Sir is much better.”
I feel warm.I sober and ask more seriously, “Are we going to do a naughty schoolgirl scene together sometime?”
“The honest truth?”
“Well, I don’t want you to lie to me,” I respond.
“If I had my way, we would dothousandsof naughty schoolgirl scenes together.”
My breath hitches.I’ve slowly internalized that he’s at least interested in me, but his answer is deep and heavy.
“But we’re getting ahead of ourselves, Madison.”
“Are we?It seems like we’ve run two marathons today.”
“I agree, but we didn’t look at the route first, so I’m not sure we’re anywhere near the finish line.”
I giggle.We need the levity.
His hand slides down to cup my face.I love it when he does this.I like how his palm is so huge that my entire cheek is in his grasp.I like how his fingers reach into my hair.I like how his thumb strokes my lips or my chin.My heart races when he presses against my pulse point.
He searches my face.“Fuck.”
I flinch but say nothing.
“Your father is going to murder me in my sleep.”
“He doesn’t have to know.”
Myles holds my gaze.“Eventually, he will know.”
