Miles|21

[ Narrator ]

Y/n quietly shut the fairytale book she was reading, deciding that she wanted Miles time. She placed the thick book back on the shelf, between the other fairytales she adored so much.

Y/n liked to pretend she was a princess and Miles was her prince. He would play along because it made her happy.

Miles liked darker things. He liked to imagine Y/n as his little. He was pulled into the world of BDSM after hearing about it at school.

Upon his arrival back home, he found himself constantly explaining his fantasies to the innocent girl he adored so much.

Every time though he would become far too embarrassed and go back to wearing the crown she'd made for him.

Y/n walked down the quiet halls, looking around for the others. Flora and Kate were downstairs, doing their school. Ms. Grose was probably cleaning up a mess and Miles was most definitely in his room.

Y/n was right to think Miles was in his room but she was wrong to think he was peacefully listening to music.

Miles mind was far from peaceful.

His painful erection refused to go away while his mind clouded with thoughts of how good of a Daddy he could be to his little princess.

He liked that she was innocent. The thought made him harder. Miles had trashed his room trying to find something, anything he could masturbate to in order to loose the hard.

He just couldn't stop thinking about it. His hand pumped faster and he clutched his bedsheets as he fell deeper into his fantasy.

He wanted to spoil her, to hold her when she was afraid, to wake her up in the morning with kisses, to cuddle her, to deal with her being a brat, to see her in cute lingerie, to watch her beg for him, oh how he wanted it all.

Yet she just wanted to be a princess.

Miles would give her everything to fulfill her fantasies but she was far too innocent to be able to return the favor.

Y/n peeked through the keyhole in Miles's door and froze. He laid face down on his bed, one hand clutching his sheet while the other touched himself.

She felt her underwear quickly become damp, making her blush and turn away. How angry would he be if he knew she was watching him? She knew about masturbation and most certainly liked to get off to him in the shower but it was way hotter when Miles did it.

She scanned his messy room for a playboy magazine, or a nsfw picture, or a pair of underwear from a girl at school but didn't find anything.

Miles moaned and Y/n felt her thighs clench. She wanted him. Miles rolled over and Y/n straightened her back, turning away from the door and hiding her face in her hands.

Y/n could hear the noises he was making but just couldn't bring herself to look anymore. She wanted to look though.

So fucking badly.

The door suddenly opened and Y/n jumped back. Miles stood there, sweaty and out of breath. He had a pair of sweats on to try and hide his boner.

"How long were you standing there?" He asked. "N-not very long! I swear!" Miles chuckled and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the room.

He was so desperate at this point, he was willing to tell Y/n what he wanted to do to her.

[ Y/n ]

Miles came back over to me, placing two fingers under my chin. "You'll be obedient. You'll be a good girl. You won't struggle against me. Okay?"

I nodded and Miles slowly pushed his thumb into my mouth. "Use your words..." he whispered. "Yes." I answered him. "Yes, what?" He asked, pushing his thumb further back.

"Yes, sir." Miles took his tumb out of my mouth and started to go to work on getting my clothes off. I helped him, eager for some fun.

Miles got me in my undergarments and huffed quietly. "Would you like something nicer baby?" He whispered. "You have something nicer?" I watched as Miles went over to his drawers and pulled out a lingerie set.

"How-" "Don't. Just go change." I nodded and grabbed the outfit from him, walking into his bathroom.

I pulled on the outfit and looked at myself in the mirror.