“You wouldn’t have approached me one day?”
I shrug.“I doubt it.Not without a clue from you that the feelings were mutual.I may have pined after your sexy body and gorgeous mind, but I’m way too old for you, sweetheart.”
She groans.“Not this again.Enough with the age.It’s just a number.Do you have doubts about me?Am I too immature for you?Does my innocence and naivete exasperate you?”
“Fuck no,” I retort with force.“Your innocence is refreshing.I love that you’re a blank slate.That I’ll be the one to introduce you to damn near everything regarding sex and kink.I don’t have any doubts about you, and I never will.I’m so fucking certain about us that I’ll fight for you.And I’m not just talking about your dad.I’m talking about you, too.Would I let you walk away if you changed your mind—yes—but, sweetheart, not without a fight.I’m the Dom in this relationship, but if you want to see me on my knees instead of the other way around, try to leave me.”
Her slow smile warms me to the core.Her voice is soft and breathy when she responds, “If you’re going to get on your knees, old guy, it better be to eat my pussy.And as for my dad, he’s not sleeping with you.I am.”
I shudder.“Thank fuck.”
She giggles.“Can you maybe sleep now?I’ll be right here in your arms when you wake up.”
“Okay, but I gotta say, just for the record, you on your knees earlier tonight was one of the hottest moments of my life.I’d be elated if you made that a regular routine.”
She sighs contentedly as she closes her eyes.“Duly noted, Sir.”
Chapter18
Madison
“You know the rules, Madison.”He taps his watch as he addresses me.“You’re late.”
“I’m only ten minutes late, Sir.I was studying with friends.”
“Boys?”
“No, Sir.”I hold his gaze so he knows I’m not lying.
He narrows his eyes and crosses his arms.He’s so imposing when he does that.He’s so much larger than me, but when he puffs out his chest, he seems like a giant.“What happens when you’re late, Madison?”
I sigh, lowering my shoulders.“I get punished.”
“How many times do I need to spank your bottom before you stop breaking the rules?”
I shrug.I’m honestly not sure since I kind of like it when he spanks me, mostly because he’s so strict that the only action I get is when he makes me take off my clothes so he can inspect my body.
He takes my bookbag from me, sets it on the kitchen table, and opens it.
I stand still as he starts pulling everything out, one item at a time.He does this every day, and it’s effective.I’ve stopped hiding sexy bras and panties in the bottom to change into at school.I don’t have any way to get new ones either since I’m no longer in the cool crowd.
It turns out that girls who come to school with skirts down to their knees get ostracized by the others.I don’t even have a reason to sneak out at night.It’s comedic that he keeps such a tight rein on me since I haven’t done anything remotely naughty in months.
He glances at me as he continues to unload my backpack.“What are you waiting for, naughty girl?Clothes off.”
I bend down to remove my shoes, and he stops me by pulling on my ponytail.That’s another of his new rules.I’m only allowed to go to school in a ponytail.Loose hair is slutty and attracts boys, apparently.He’s so devious that he will remove the band soon to make sure there’s a mark in my hair to indicate I kept it up all day and didn’t replace it on the way home.
He tugs my head until I’m forced to meet his gaze.“Leave your shoes and socks on.I know you feel more humiliated when you have to stand naked in the corner wearing lacy ankle socks and buckled black patent leather shoes.”
I bite into my bottom lip.He’s right.Darn him.That’s why he started making me wear these stupid shoes and socks.I look like I’m in grade school.That addition didn’t help my reputation, either.
He’s officially cock-blocked me for life.My solid reputation as the laughingstock of the school will probably be on billboards nationwide when I’m thirty.
He meets my gaze.“Do you want to spend the evening sewing the buttons back on your blouse, Madison?”
I shake my head.“No, Sir.”Shit.He means it, too.Last week, when I wasn’t fast enough to strip for him, he yanked my shirt off my body, sending the buttons flying around the room.Not only did he make me stand naked at the kitchen island while I sewed every one of them back on, but he gave me orange thread so that everyone would stare at my ugly, thick, white, starched shirt—the one he insists I button up to the top.Though that part he can’t control once I’ve arrived at school.I always undo the top two buttons as soon as he’s out of sight.He might be able to check my hair for an indentation, but he can’t know if I opened my blouse.
As soon as he releases my hair, I quickly unbutton my blouse and shrug out of it.I set it on the table and unzip my skirt next.
