Madison examines it for a moment, running her fingers over the shallow engraving on the tag. “What’s it for?” she whispers.
“It’s, um.” You lick your lips. This had all sounded much better in your head. “It’s for you to wear so that everyone who looks at you will know. That you’re mine, my cute little sub.” Her face heats up at that, as does yours. “I mean, um, they probably won’t know still, but that’s okay. I don’t need everyone in the world to know, it’s for you, so that you always have a sign. So that—“
Madison leans in, interrupting your rambling with a kiss. After a shocked moment, you return it, slipping your tongue into her mouth to approvingly rub over hers. It ends after a moment, leaving the two of you slightly panting, which does… interesting things to Madison’s breasts, sitting on your lap as she is.
“It’s like a brand,” she mumbles. Her cheeks flush red again, then turn even darker as she licks her lips. “Except, um. Yes. Yes, of course I’ll wear it. Please.” She leaves the box sitting on her lap and takes the choker out, holding it up to you with a vulnerable expression on her face. You’re not even slightly ashamed at the thrill that shoots through you at that look.
Your hands are trembling slightly as you take the choker from her and bring it up to her neck. She lifts her chin up and tilts her body back, revealing the pale expanse of her throat to you. It’s tempting to lean down and give her a little bite, just to see how she would react—would she flinch back and pull away, or would she sit still and allow you do what you will to her? You refrain, though. You don’t actually want to hurt her.
The choker fits perfectly around her neck, resting just above the hollow of her neck and allowing the tag to sit against it— plainly visible to anyone who looks at her chest. The bright silver looks nice beside her pale skin.
Neither of you say anything. Madison just leans down, circling her arms around your neck, and rests herself against you in a warm, grateful hug. You let her take her fill of contact for several minutes, just writing small letters on her back with your finger.
Honestly, you’d be content with just sitting here like this until five, but there is one other thing you need to talk to Madison about. Victoria was, after all, right. It’s unfair to keep Madison in the dark about her.
Still, she’s radiating such contentment that you’re reluctant to disturb her just yet. You can give her a few more minutes of basking before you interrupt her.
You let over fifteen minutes pass before you gently nudge her. You’re a bit worried that she’s going to fall asleep at this rate, anyway—after last Friday, you’re concerned about her sleeping habits. You’d considered inviting her over through the week so you could make sure she’s sleeping properly, but you don’t have a bed big enough to comfortably hold both of you for the entire night, and if Madison’s sleeping over, you’re not letting her sleep anywhere except beside you.
You have to nudge her again, this time a little harder, before she stirs and moves back, pouting at you. You give her a soft apologetic kiss, but refrain from pushing it too far. Her lips are entirely too distracting today.
Now that she’s up and looking at you expectantly, you can feel yourself growing nervous again. You can’t help but extend your power a little, settling—just gently—over Madison’s emotions. You refrain from touching them, but you want to know if she gets upset, at least, so you can try and smooth it over as quickly as possible.
“Madison,” you say, then stop and lick your lips. How are you even supposed to say this? She just waits patiently for you to continue, though, giving you a moment to compose your thoughts. “We haven’t, um. We need to talk.” She suddenly looks hurried, so you quickly circle your arms loosely around her waist and add hastily, “Not about anything bad for us! I think, at least. I just, um. I think I need to tell you about the other girls I’ve been seeing.”
She tilts her head questioningly at you, but there’s no flare-up of irritation or sadness in her. “Why?” she asks calmly.
You almost reply with “Victoria told me I should”, but you manage to catch the words before they come out of your mouth. That would not have been a good response. Instead, you try to phrase it a little differently. “Because I need to be honest with you,” you say instead. “And I don’t want you to feel like I’m sneaking around behind your back.”
A gentle smile spreads over her face. “You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to,” she says. “I’ll understand. It doesn’t upset me any more. I know you won’t forget about me.”
“Of course not,” you reply instantly. “Never. But, um. Honesty is good in every relationship.” Her smile grows bigger, and she ducks her head for a moment. You’re a little puzzled—you didn’t say anything embarrassing!—but you press on before you can lose your nerve. “A-anyway. Um. I’ve already told you about Sophia, haven’t I?”
She nods. “You told me you kissed her in the bathroom. And you’re seeing Emma, right?”
“Uh.” You nod your head, then catch yourself and shake your head. Then, after a moment, you nod. “Kind of. It’s complicated, but I do want to see her, eventually.” Sadness does spike in her then, so you pull her tighter against you. She relaxes. It doesn’t disappear immediately, but it does lessen somewhat. “Are you okay with that?”
Instead of answering, Madison leans in and presses a kiss to first one cheek of yours, then the other. Then she shifts back and calmly looks you in the eyes. “I am,” she replies simply. “I kind of figured you would want to date them, if you’re dating me.” You want to protest at calling it dating—Amy’s the only girl you’re dating—but your objection dries up before you can voice it.
Isn’t it a kind of dating, anyway? It might not be the romantic kind shown in movies, but—if it makes the two of you happy, then why can’t you call it dating?
Besides—you kind of like the idea of having girlfriends.
“Right,” you say eventually instead. “There’s also, um. There’s some more.” She doesn’t look startled at that, which is a little odd, but good. Maybe you haven’t been as subtle as you’d like. Or maybe she just stares at you a lot. That does seem like a thing she would do. “I’ve been dating a girl called Amy. She works at a clinic I volunteer at. We’ve only been dating for a couple of weeks now.”
Madison looks curiously at you. “Alright,” she says calmly. Her depression has mostly faded away by now, and oddly, it hasn’t spiked back up again after learning of Amy. “Is there anyone else?”
“There’s Victoria too,” you admit. “She’s—um. You have to promise not to tell anyone else, okay?”
She knits her brow, but nods. “Of course not,” she assures you. “I’m good at keeping secrets.” For some reason, she half-smirks at that. You give her an odd look, but let it pass.
“Right.” You sigh a little. “Victoria is, um. Her full name is Victoria Dallon.” Madison’s eyes widen slightly. “Yeah. I’ve been dating Glory Girl.”
The admission feels good, but you can’t enjoy it too much, because Madison’s emotions are boiling away beneath your touch. Slight anger, depression, slight horror, and arousal hanging thick and heavy over it all—and then all of it but the arousal falls away, smothered beneath a blanket of acceptance and determination, with more than a few threads of happiness beneath it. You blink, a little startled. That’s a much stronger reaction than you had anticipated, and not a hint of it has shown on her face.
She nods again, slower this time. Then, abruptly, she smiles and leans in close to you. “Of course you are,” she murmurs. “Even superheroes can’t resist you.” Her smile turns lopsided again, as though at some private joke, before she presses another kiss to your lips and settles against you, her face close enough that your breaths mingle. “Is there anyone else?”
You hesitate. “Kind of?” you tell her uncertainly. “There’s, um. I’m not dating anyone except you, Sophia, Amy and Victoria.” It sounds kind of ridiculous when you list them out like that. “And, maybe Emma eventually. But there are two other girls that I want to seduce.” And there’s more beyond that, but it feels a little ridiculous to admit that you want to seduce Amy’s mother and Miss Militia to Madison. “They’re, uh, Charlotte and Aisha. Charlotte is in our Lit classes,” you add helpfully.
She leans in and pecks your lips again. “I know who Charlotte is,” she murmurs. “I think she has a crush on you.”
Shaking your head, you rub her back a little, enjoying the way her body feels against you when she shivers. “I think she has a crush on you,” you reply back, smiling slightly. “She’s a smart girl like that.”
Madison smiles faintly. “Okay,” she says agreeably. “Is there anyone else?”
Finally, you can shake your head. “No, there’s nobody else yet,” you tell her. “Just the ones I mentioned.”
“Hm.” She smiles again. “Okay. Six girls, and me. You’re building yourself a nice harem, hm.”
You blink, startled. You haven’t… actually thought of it like that, but—yes, that is what you’re doing, isn’t it? “I guess I am,” you concede. Offering her a tentative smile, you say in a hopeful voice, “Is that okay with you?”
She nods, like it wasn’t even in question. “Of course,” she says, sounding slightly surprised. A moment passes, and she seems to think about it. Then some form of comprehension settles in on her face. “Oh, because I was anxious before?” You nod, and she grins wryly. “I was afraid back then that you would get bored of me,” she admits. “I didn’t want you to leave me because you found a cuter girl.”
You balk. A cuter girl than Madison? You know lots of cute girls—Amy is very cute—but… “I could never find a cuter girl,” you say. “I can find lots of other girls that are cute, but none of them would be you. You’re my Madison, and you’re the cutest Madison.” You nod resolutely. That’s exactly how it is, so she doesn’t need to be worried any more.
She huffs a little laugh out, smiling genuinely at you. “I stopped worrying about that a while ago,” she admits. “After we, um. After we had sex. You were really nice, and sweet, and you held me all through the night and asked me how I was the next day.” Her eyes are unfocused, and she has the cutest, goofiest little grin on her face as she talks. You have to refrain from letting out a little squeal and hugging her tightly to you so you don’t interrupt her story. “I think that—maybe it’s a little early for that, but yeah.” You blink for a moment, a little confused—she’d cut herself off very quickly there. She doesn’t sound like she’s having any regrets over your bedtime activities, so what did she mean to say originally?
After a few seconds, she ducks her head shyly and admits, “So, um. I’m okay with being in your harem, Taylor. It’s okay. I really don’t mind if you want to date other girls, too.” Madison smiles up at you, an adoring little grin that makes the warmth in your belly grow stronger. “Just. God, this is embarrassing.” She ducks her head, laughing quietly at herself. “Sorry. Sorry. I just want to say, it’s okay if you date other girls. I’ll be in your harem, that’s okay, I like being in your harem. I’m your little sub. I’ll do whatever you ask me to. But, um. I don’t want to date anyone else. I just want to be with you.”
You pause, raising an eyebrow at her. She blushes even harder, then darts forward to hide her face against your shoulder. “I didn’t ask you to,” you say slowly. Honestly, you’re a little confused now. Where did that even come from? Unless—is she worried that you’re going to try to use her to seduce Charlotte?
Her voice is muffled against your neck as she replies. “I know. I just wanted to say it.” She lifts herself back up to look at you. Her face is somehow even redder, to the point that you actually raise one of your hands from her back to her cheek. It’s warm. “It’s, it’s my thing. Okay? I’ll help you however you want, I’ll make your girlfriends breakfasts and lunches, I’ll even help you seduce girls if you tell me to. But I don’t want to have any other girlfriends, and I don’t want to have sex with anyone except you.” She nods in a self-satisfied manner.
You’re still stuck on the “I’ll even help you seduce girls” part, but you shake it off. “Um, okay,” you say slowly. “I won’t invite you to any threesomes if you don’t want me to. That’s fine.”
She pouts at you. “Good,” she says sulkily. Your confusion just grows even stronger. She’s kind of sending you mixed messages here. Then she buries her head back against your neck. Her tone is more serious as she continues, “I just—I want to be your girlfriend. You can have other girlfriends, but I only want to have you.” She lifts her head up then, and presses a little kiss against your neck. When she speaks, her voice is lower, softer, but no less serious. “Actually, it’s kind of a turn-on,” she admits to you, whispering the words almost directly into your ear. “I like knowing that you can have lots of girlfriends, but I can only have you.”
