Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

Touché

POV: Milo

"Milo?" She exclaimed. "What do you...what do you mean?" She stammered, lowering her face towards me as I continued to kneel on the floor.

"You can do whatever you want with me. Anything and everything." I explained, lowering my head. "Take me, Little Wolf." I added in a challenging low tone. "I'll do whatever you say."

She placed her hand on my shoulder, "But you don't like to give up control...I can't just..." She continued to protest.

I reached up to cup her cheek, and looked at her square in the eyes, my expression soft,
"Yes, you can. You've done it before. And I trust you, Princess." I insisted, encouragingly.

"Milo..." Estella began. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable." She expressed.

"Are you going to do something to break my trust?" I challenged.

"No...of course not...but." She stuttered, and shook her head vehemently.

"Then I'm not uncomfortable." I replied, with resolve, maintaining gentle eye contact. "This is a choice. I'm making a choice to give myself to you."

"I don't know how to start..." She voiced, lowly.

"Just tell me what you want me to do, and go from there." I suggested, wincing internally at the loss of control. But I wanted this for her, and she was the only person I would ever let my guard down for.

She looked pensive for a moment and released a deep breath.

"Clothes off. But stay on the floor." Estella instructed.

I started to unbutton my shirt as she watched me intently, and I remembered to keep my eyes on her. For me it was much harder to be submissive, and remember my own damn rules. But I wanted her to make her own.

I slid out of my open blue button down shirt and it landed behind me. I made quick work of my belt and pulled it out of the loops slowly, to allow her to appreciate-- that I was doing as I was told. I balanced on one knee and pulled one side of my pants off and then shifted my balance and discarded the rest. I followed with my boxers. I kept her gaze, kneeling in front of her, and completely at her mercy,

"Hand me your boxers." She demanded.

I think I lowered my brow, but I gave them to her.

"These are mine now." She quipped.

Touche' Princess.

I nodded, but remained silent, despite a small smirk forming on my lips.

"Was that a smirk?" She challenged, pointedly.

My eyes immediately shifted to the ground, her dominant tone was weirdly effective. Damn, I didn't expect to feel like this, at least not right away.

"Where are you supposed to be looking?" She demanded, taking my chin into her small hand and lifting my head up to meet her gaze.

"At you, Princess." I replied, obediently.

"Good boy. Remember that!" She said, curtly.

"Yes, Princess." I whispered.

POV: Estella

I couldn't believe that he wanted me to do this. At first I was kind of nervous and a little angry that he refused to take control of me, but this was strangely intriguing. The last time we switched roles, he was so nervous and I felt like I should be very careful with him and hold back. But he was insisting now that I do exactly what I wanted. And honestly it was really hot to see him on his knees for me.