Madison
I wince as I drop to my knees next to my Dom an hour later.
We’ve made breakfast together, but now that it’s time to eat, he has set a pillow on the floor next to his chair and ordered me to kneel before him with my hands behind my back.He’s going to feed me.
He inhales deeply as he watches me.“You’re so fucking perfect, Madison.The only reason I’m going to let you continue to wear my T-shirt is because we need to eat.If I forced you to kneel before me naked, breakfast would be forgotten.”
I shiver.He’s right, but just mentioning it is almost as arousing as doing it.
“Thrust your tits forward, though, naughty girl.I want to see your hard nipples against the cotton shirt.”
I arch for him.My hair is a tangled mess of curls down my back.He refused to let me shower before we came downstairs.He likes the fact that my dried come is stuck to my inner thighs.
He also likes that my skin is red hot.He lifted the hem of the T-shirt several times while we were cooking to admire his work.He’s cocky and proud.
My skin burns deliciously.It was already on fire before he fucked me from behind, but it’s so much more intense from the base of his cock abrading my tender flesh.
“Open,” he orders.
I feel like a little bird when I part my lips to let him feed me a forkful of hashbrowns.He takes his own bite and then feeds me again, switching between various items on the one plate we’re sharing.Eggs and sausage round out the meal.He gives me sips of juice every once in a while.
The best part is the way he smiles at me with so much pride and approval and how he strokes the top of my head every few minutes.He’s pleased with my submission.I am, too.
We’re almost done eating, and my legs are starting to wobble when an unexpected sound fills the air.
The front door closing.
My heart leaps as I wonder who the hell just walked into Myles’s house.Who has a key?I don’t have to think long, and all the blood drains from my head at the sound of my father’s voice.
“Myles?You home?”
I scramble to my feet, and Myles rises next to me.He wraps a hand around my bicep and pulls me partially behind him.
That’s all the movement we manage before my dad steps into the kitchen.My heart stops.
His face is filled with happiness for a second before it falls.His gaze shifts back and forth between us.He looks at the table and then the pillow on the floor.Finally, his attention lands on me.“What the fuck is going on?”
“Hendrix…” Myles starts.
My father marches forward.His eyes are wide as he grabs my wrist and pulls me out from my hiding place.His nostrils flare.“Please tell me I’m totally misunderstanding this scenario.”His voice is harsh, ragged, strained.
“Hendrix…” Myles sets a hand over his on top of mine.“Let her go.”
My father ignores him.His gaze is on me.“Madison,” he shouts.“Speak.”
“Dad, I love him.”My voice doesn’t waver.We haven’t said those words to each other, but I know they’re true.I have no doubts.It seems like the most important thing to begin this conversation with.
Dad releases me and turns toward Myles.In a flash, his hand is in the air, and he punches Myles square on the nose.
Myles staggers backward, but he doesn’t resist.He doesn’t even cover his face.He just lets the blood run down his chin.
I scream.“Dad, stop!”I push myself between the two of them, facing my father but backing against Myles.
“She’s twenty-one,” my dad shouts at his best friend.
“She’s old enough to know her mind, Hendrix,” Myles responds.He rests his hands on my shoulders and turns me toward the living room.“Go put some clothes on, sweetheart.”
I shake my head.I’m not leaving.I need to be a part of this.I’m a grown woman.I won’t have my father and boyfriend fighting over me as though I’m not an important part of the discussion.
