“How was your day?”he asks on Thursday as soon as I climb into the car and shut the door.
I flip him the bird.
He laughs as he pulls away from the curb.“That good, huh?”
I slink down in the seat and sulk.I’m behaving like a toddler, but I don’t give a fuck.I’ve been submitting to Myles for six days.So far, all that has entailed has been him bossing me around and me obeying him.
I go to class, I come home.I eat what he tells me.I study more than necessary.I watch television with him at night—he does let me choose.I go to bed at an ungodly early hour because that’s one of his rules.I keep my room clean and put my dishes in the dishwasher.I’m the most obedient woman alive.
It’s boring as fuck.
The only thing sexual between us is our texts.I’ve considered texting him from inside the house just to get a rise out of him while we’re at home, but I can’t because the infuriating man takes my phone from me and puts it on the charger as soon as we step in the door.I’m not allowed to have it in my room.
He doesn’t say anything on the drive.
I’m itching for a fight when we get inside, but I never get a chance.
Myles takes my bag, sets it on the floor, and turns me around so fast my head is spinning as I find myself bent over the island, facing the granite.My heart rate goes through the roof in seconds.I’m confused.
“Let’s get a few things straight,” he says.
I open my mouth.“Sir…”
He reaches around and sets a finger over my lips.“Not a word.You’ll listen.”He holds me down with his other hand on the small of my back.
I purse my lips.
“First of all, if you think you can test me by sassing me every day, you’re wrong.I don’t care if you sass me for the rest of your life.Your ass will be sore every day—that’s up to you.”
He keeps threatening that, but he hasn’t touched my butt yet.
“I’m forty-three years old, Madison.I’m not playing games here.I want you.I want every fucking inch of you.You may think I’m testing you, and you’d be right, but the test is not pass-fail.The test is so you can think hard about whether or not you want to submit to me.Sure, in the course of our lives, there will be millions of kinky scenes between us, but in between, there will be everyday living like you’ve experienced this week.Regular days where you submit to me without getting something out of it besides the satisfaction of knowing you pleased me and by exchange, yourself, too.”
He sets a hand on my bottom and slides it down until he’s cupping my pussy over my jeans.He presses against my sex.“This pussy feels pretty hot and wet to me, Madison.”
I grunt as I rise onto my toes.
“Does it make you horny when I boss you around?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimper.
“Does it make your pussy wet when I order you to brush your teeth or do your homework?”
I flatten my hands on the top of the island and dig my fingers in even though there’s nothing to make purchase with.“Yes, Sir.”
He leans over to whisper in my ear, “Do you squirm in class when I text you, Madison?”
“Yes, Sir,” I admit, nodding.
“That’s what I want from you, Madison.I want you to submit to me because it fucking feels good.Because it makes your nipples hard and your cunt pulse.Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.Now, I’m going to punish you because I don’t want you to doubt my methods again.We won’t have a repeat of you sulking around, not trusting me to know what I’m doing.Are we clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”I tingle all over.How is he going to punish me?
“Somehow, I have kept my hands to myself all week.Are you ready to feel my palm on your bottom, Madison?”
