Page 20 of Miles

How the fuck did he get that from our bedroom without me seeing?

He twirls his finger around in a circular motion, indicating for me to turn back toward Miles, and pulls my braids up in a twisting motion before tying the bonnet around them.

I have to stop myself from melting.

He knows how to take care of me.

A part of me questions if Miles will take care of me like this too.

Way too early for that, I remind myself.

I meet Miles with a wicked smile. “If I wanted you to say sorry, I would’ve made you say sorry by now, cowboy.”

One of his eyebrows perks up. “Is that right?”

“Mhhhmmm,” I hum before walking right into his shower. He had already started the water before we walked in here, and the heat of it settles any stress I could have possibly had. Collin joins me, reaching for Miles’ soap and a washrag.

Before we can even suds ourselves, I find myself falling back. I gasp as my wet back slides against Mile’s front, his cock poking me mid-back at our height difference. My wide eyes meet Collin’s as Miles speaks directly in my ear. “I may call you Mistress with your boyfriend, but don’t forget who ripped those pretty panties and made you squirt all over some hay just a few minutes ago. You’re not always gonna be the one in charge here now.”

My legs instantly squeeze together.

Oh… my god.

I’ve always been the dominant one. In every single relationship. In every single sexual encounter. It got to the point I simply assumed it was what I was meant to do. So, how the fuck is the older cowboy making my body ready all over again, just from some dominating words?

Miles’ quiet laugh against my ear sends a shiver racing down my spine. “What? No more scary words?”

I merely shake my head.

English? Don’t know her.

And then I gasp when one of his hands comes up to wrap around my throat, which forces Collin’s mouth to drop open too.

Miles’ tone is darker. “What if I told you to say something? Would you then? Or are you a brat, just like this one over here?”

Collin’s throat bobs. He’s in as much shock as I am. His voice is hoarse as he says, “Well, this is new.”

I moan when Miles’ other hand comes up to twist at one of my nipples. His teeth scrape at my earlobe next, forcing shivers down my spine—regardless of the steamy temperatures. His next words are directed at Collin. “You said you can’t fuck, yeah?”

Collin pouts. “Unfortunately. Truly shit timing on my end.”

Miles twists at my nipple even harder as he responds, “That’s alright. Not the last time we’ll be in a shower together. But if you can’t fuck, then you’re still gonna be put to work. Got it?”

I watch as Collin’s eyes go hazy in a blink.

Seems like someone else likes when the man is dominant too.

He nods.

I hear a smirk in Miles’ voice. “Good boy. Now, on your knees. Show me how you wash her.”

I blanch.

What?

Collin voices what I feel. “You… you want me to wash her?”

The response is immediate. “Mhm. You said it was a health concern. So, on your knees. Show me.”