I knock on the door to Miley’s apartment. I checked with her landlord last week and she didn’t move out, so I’ve just been hoping like hell she’ll come back, because she hasn’t returned my calls or my texts. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve yelled at Leo for suggesting I give her time. If I had just come to her fucking apartment that night like I was planning, I bet I could’ve caught her before she left.

Now I’ve spent the last two weeks like some kind of stalker. I’ve been coming by her apartment every day, sometimes more than once, knocking and waiting for her to open the door so I can have a chance to figure out why she’s blowing me off.

If I was a better man, I’d say I wasn’t pissed. The truth is I’m angry with her. Regardless of what she’s been through or dealing with, she should’ve known she could trust me enough to talk with me about it. Blowing me off like this was bullshit, and I’m not going to promise myself I’ll go easy on her for it.

The door swings open and all my anger disappears the moment I see her face. Her hair’s a mess and she looks flustered, but I’ve wanted to see her so badly now for what feels like so long, she looks more beautiful than she ever has. I step forward, wrapping her in a tight hug. “You’re okay,” I say. “I was worried about you.”

She stands stiffly, letting me hug her for a few seconds before her arms slide around my back and then tighten. When I pull back I can see the conflict in her face--the pain. All the anger I felt about her leaving without notice feels impossible to call back up. Whatever she’s dealing with, it’s real, and it’s powerful. “Help me understand,” I say. “I can’t help if I don’t know.”

The change in her face is so sudden I can almost believe it’s real. She smiles, blowing out a quick breath and straightening her hair with her hands. “Sorry,” she says. “I was just taking a nap. I must look terrifying.”

“Never,” I say.

She smiles with a touch of sadness, then chews her lip. “Look. I owe you an explanation. A big one. Running off like that without talking to you about it wasn’t right. It wasn’t even close to right. I needed to clear my head a little bit, and I could’ve at least told you that much.”

“You could’ve,” I agree. “But if you’re not ready to talk about it, I can wait. For a little while,” I add.

She smiles with relief. “I will talk to you about it. I promise. I just need a little more time.”

“Yes, you will,” I say. I want to be gentle for her. To give her the time she needs… but I she made me wait too fucking long. Two weeks without my princess. Two weeks without so much as a taste of her. There will be time for healing, soft words, and talk. Later, though. “And you’ve disappointed me. You will be at my house tonight by seven. You’ll be wearing a white dress with white cotton panties and no bra. I’ll text you the code to let yourself in, and when I come home, I expect to find you waiting for me. You remember the room I took you in during the party? You’ll use the door beside that and wait for me on your hands and knees. You’ll wait as long as it takes for me to come, because you need to understand what it was like not knowing. Am I clear?”

Her eyes are wide and her lips are parted. All the dirty parts of her mind are screaming in delight at how completely I’m planning to take control of her. I can practically see it in her face. She licks her lips though, hesitating.

“Don’t make me ask twice,” I warn.

She nods quickly. “Y-yes. But I don’t have any white dresses.”

“The clothing and jewelry I expect you to wear will be delivered within the next few hours,” I say.

As much as I want to stay longer and enjoy her presence, now that I know she’s back I can think only of the discipline she needs. She needs to be brought back in line, and she needs to be reminded how good it feels to give me the reins, even if it’s just for a night.

“Yes, sir,” she says softly.

I grin as I turn and leave, closing the door behind me. I can’t say how I know, but I can tell she wasn’t expecting our interaction to go that way. All for the better, though. She needs to learn that she’s my submissive, and nothing will ever feel so right to her as obedience. She’ll also learn the more she fights my control, the tighter her leash will become, and the more she obeys, the more freedom she will have.

When I finally arrive home that night, it’s fifteen minutes after seven. I could barely think straight all day from knowing that Miley would be putting on the outfit I sent her, slipping into the pair of panties I commanded her to wear. The thought of her arriving at my place and walking through the empty house to wait for me how I told her to and exactly where I told her to… fuck, just imagining it has my cock so hard it hurts.

I received a notification when she arrived at my house and let herself in with the keypad. Exactly one minute early like a good girl.

Beneath the excitement, I feel a creeping kind of guilt. When I first saw Miley, I knew she was damaged. I told myself the only thing I’d ever care about if I had her was to help her become whole again, to heal her and give her the kind of relationship she deserves. When I saw her earlier today, it was like the cracks I had begun to see smooth over in her life had reopened, and even though part of me thought the best way to help her heal might be to sit down, have a normal night, and let her talk… I convinced myself it would be better for her to submit to me.

It wasn’t an entirely selfish idea, but I can’t lie to myself and say my own lust after having her away for two weeks didn’t play into the decision. I do think the answers she needs to find inside herself may only come while she’s under my complete control and has surrendered to me. If she’s able to completely let go of her inhibitions, she will be forced to face the truths she has been hiding from, whatever they are. I know that much is true, and yet I still can’t shake the guilt that having her come here for me wasn’t entirely selfless.

My guilty conscience fades into background noise when I open the double doors to my private rooms, where each door leads to a different theme.

I walk through the area I think of as the lobby, passing the bar and the private table until I reach the door to the dark room. Of course, it’s not dark when I open the door, because I wanted to make sure I had a chance to appreciate my princess presenting herself to me, and fuck am I glad I left the lights on.

The dress I bought for her is a lacey white thing that flares out at the hem just slightly, and like I had hoped, when she’s bent over for me, it rides up enough that I can see a hint of her pussy covered by the white cotton panties I wanted her to wear. She stirs when the door opens, but like a good little submissive, she doesn’t turn around or say a word.

She waits while I walk toward her, not even moving when I kneel to get the most spectacular view of the wet spot already staining her panties. The doubts I had about my choice to have her come here for me melt away. She wants this. She wants it so badly that kneeling here for me for fifteen minutes has her wet enough to soak her panties.

“Tell me, princess,” I say, walking toward the door and turning off the lights.

She gasps in surprise, because the room was designed to be completely and totally black without the lights on. She wouldn’t even see her hands in front of her face right now.

“Tell me what you were imagining I would do to you that has you so wet,” I say.

“I knew you were going to be upset with me, and that you would punish me,” she says.

My cock stirs at her admission. “And that’s all?” I ask. “You knew I would punish you, and that brought you pleasure?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I know I deserve it.” She pauses, and I hear her throat click as she swallows, hesitating. “It makes me feel good to know that I can make you happy. Like this,” she says, and I can’t see it, but I can practically picture her hanging her head, as if what she’s doing is something to be ashamed of. “It feels good to know you’re going to take control, because when I have control, all I can do is mess things up. Sir,” she adds.

“Listen to me very carefully,” I say. “I don’t take control of your life. I take a part of you that you bring to this room, and I demand submission for that moment in time. When you’re here with me and you call me Sir, I demand everything. After a while, you will begin to leave our experiences together feelingmore trust in yourself than you ever felt before. It won’t be me that is guiding your life and making your decisions. It will be you.

“You’ll learn that you are the master of your own mind because you did what so few can truly do. You surrendered. You didn’t give up or quit. You surrendered. You had the power and the control in your hands and you willingly gave it to me, even if it was only a few hours, you felt what it was like to be without power. Once you’ve felt that, you’ll never look at your own power the same again, you’ll understand how much control you truly have and how much you can do with it. That’s the gift our time together will give to you, princess.”

“There’s something I need to tell you, sir,” she says quietly.

“Not now,” I growl. “You’re mine, princess. You came into my house. You walked into my private rooms. You’re wearing the clothes, jewelry, and underwear just like I ordered you to. You’re even kneeling down for me like I asked. You’ve never belonged to anyone like you belong to me right now, and you never will belong to anyone else. So long as these lights are off, I own you, body and soul, so whatever it is you think I need to know can wait, because I have been waiting too long to hear you begging for my cock.”

There’s a small sound, almost as if she starts to speak but thinks better of it. “Good,” I say when it’s clear she has given up trying to speak. I see nothing at all, only pure darkness so thick it feels as though it’s actually inside my head, and it’s fucking thrilling.

“You’ll notice your other senses begin to compensate when one is taken away. Sounds become more clear. More crisp,” I say, tugging the knot loose on my tie and letting it slip to the floor. I add my shirt to the growing pile, followed shortly by the rest of my clothes until I’m completely naked.

I take practiced steps to the far wall, six strides and I’m within reach of the large feather on my right. I can’t see it, but I know it’s an incredibly soft, black feather on the end of a leather handle. I pluck it from the wall, then retrace my steps to stand exactly where I was before.

I breathe in deeply, already feeling as though my nose is more responsive than usual, because I can even smell the scent of her soft skin beneath her perfume. “You’ll notice even the slightest touch,” I say, extending my arm out until I feel the warmth of her skin beneath the back of her dress. I splay my hand, letting it slide up her bare back, where I slip the shoulder straps off. “Feels magnified.” I gently work her free of the dress, not rushing because I’m savoring the anticipation. Every second I draw this out will only make the reward that much greater for both of us.

“You’ll feel as though time slows down, because your body is used to writing memories down with your eyes. We see our memories. Right now, your brain is being forced to create a new kind of experience, and that change makes it feel slower to you, more drawn out. Every second drags in the most exquisite way.” I pull her dress down to her hips, dragging just the tip of a feather along her spine as I do in a way I know will make her feel chills across her entire body.

“Your skin will respond to every single touch by sending blood rushing to the spot, activating nerves and synapses in your brain until even the slightest point of contact will be crystal clear to you.” I yank the dress down to her knees, working each leg free until I’ve tossed it aside and have her in nothing but her panties and heels.

I can’t see a damn thing, but the memory of her bending over for me is so clear I can still picture how breathtaking she looks right now. I do the next best thing, and use my free hand to explore her nearly naked body. I pay special attention to her soaked panties. The way her juices slick the cotton material makes my dick feel like it’s so hard it could fucking explode.

But I can only wait so long before I strip her panties too, tossing them into the darkness along with her shoes.

I grip her ass with my hand, letting my thumb graze her slick folds. She feels so unbelievably good that it’s all I can do not to slide my fingers inside her now and lick up her sweet juices. Not yet. “Time is a tool as effective as pain if used correctly,” I say, drawing the edge of the feather from the top of her ass down to her clit. I want to prime her body for my touch until she’ll nearly be ready to cum the first time I put my fingers inside her.

“The longer you have to wait for what you want, the more responsive your body will be. The more desperate you’ll be for my cock stuffing that tight pussy.”

She lets out the sexiest breath that’s halfway between a moan and a sigh. I grin into the darkness, still torturing her with the faintest touch of the feather.

“Now it’s time for your real punishment,” I say. Without giving her time to brace herself or mentally prepare, I slap her firmly on the ass.

She gasps, probably jolting forward from the shock of the sudden impact. I slap her again on the other cheek, not stopping until I’ve spanked her three times on each cheek and I know her ass will be stinging. Normally, I only want the pain to last a few seconds, but this time, I wanted my princess to feel the sting so she knows how much she disappointed me when she left these last two weeks. I want her to know there’s a price for misbehaving. Though I can only stomach the thought of so much, and I need to be sure she’s doing okay with the pain, because she’s not saying a word.

“Do you need lotion to soothe it?” I ask.

“No, sir,” she says quickly.

I smile with pleasure. She’s so willing to accept her punishment and it’s turning her on--I can hear it in the strained sound of her voice.

“Good. Now I want you to do something for me.”

“Anything, sir.”

“Surprise me,” I say with a wicked grin.

It’s a few seconds before I hear the sound of her movement in the dark, and a few more seconds before I feel her hands fumbling for me. She touches my knees first, then her hands gradually work their way up my thighs, where she grips the base of my cock with one hand and immediately plunges her hot, wet mouth down on my cock.

My head rolls back. So fucking ready to suck my cock. I absolutely love it. She works my entire length, not just sucking the head but running her tongue and lips down to the base of my cock and even surprising me when she starts giving special attention to my balls.

“Goddamn,” I growl.

I can hear every sound, from the soft, barely audible moans vibrating through my cock to the occasional sucking sound when she pulls her lips away from me. I know she must look so sexy with her lips wrapped around my length that I’m tempted to turn on the lights, but I have enough self-control to suppress the impulse.

It’s not long before I’m struggling to keep from filling her mouth with my cum--not that I’m opposed to the idea, of course. I just don’t want it to stop yet. I’m not even close to being through with her.

I clench my fists, trying to distract my mind from the sensation of her mouth on me until I can force my impending orgasm back down. I’d stop her, but from the sound of it, she’s enjoying herself as much as I am.

I last another minute before I finally grip a handful of her hair at the back of her head and pull her off at the last second. I close my eyes, trying not to imagine how her lips and my cock are probably glistening wet right now, or how I bet her pussy is probably so wet she’s dripping for me. I barely manage, but I hold back the orgasm and then breathe out a sigh of relief.

“I think I might forgive you,” I say.

She makes a small, but satisfied sound, knowing better than to speak now. She’s in my good graces, and she likely knows that means she’s finally going to get what she wants.