The Diary of Two Doms [BDSM]

Kyrie...Miles...

"...Miles?" Kyrie squeaks, not entirely in control of what her heart wanted. She just wanted to let go of all the reluctance and be up front with him. She just hoped he wanted to still talk to her. She was very surprised that he'd insisted on her coming over to talk.

"Ms.Phillips." Miles slurred, totally and completely trashed and thrashed from the large amount of alcohol he'd just consumed. He wanted to sound firm, strong and untouched, even though his heart was absolutely fluttering and pounding on the inside. His fingers get clammy and his mind kicks into overdrive as he listens closely to her beautiful soft voice.

"I thought you would be on the plane by now-...look, I know that things could've been handled differently and I'm sorry that they didn't, but I'm tired of putting up this front that there isn't something between us. Of course it is! I guess I was just so hellbent on suppressing my feelings that I didn't take yours into consideration. I'm incredibly sorry for that. " Kyrie mutters, still very timid and unsure of how he would take what shes saying.

Miles simply nods his head, not really angry or upset with the situation anymore (thanks to the scotch). He didn't care for the awkwardness of this conversation. Neither did his booze brain want to partake in it. He just wanted to make up with Kyrie and win her trust back, but more importantly he wanted sex-not just any sex though. He wanted sex with Kyrie. He clears his throat, purses his lips-staring deep into the receiver of his phone for any indication that she might want the same.

After an hour or so of talking they finally agreed that talking everything over face to face would he something that both of them would benefit from, could've also been that they wanted to see each other after what felt like ions of being apart.

The doorbell ran out in a sound more annoying than the ring of his cellphone not much later, they'd agreed to meet at the house where Miles insisted Kyrie could come back to during their call. She'd only brought a night bag just in case things got a little heated and she'd have to leave back to Liams.

When Miles opened the door, the smell of scotch nearly slapped Kyrie in the face. His hair was all tousled and wet on top of his head as if he'd tried to sober himself before she made it over. His shirt had fallen perfectly around his muscular, toned body. It was enough for Kyrie to notice anyways.

Kyrie opened her mouth to speak, feeling as if she should say something before even making it into the door. Her eyes found Miles's and her mind completely shut down. He looked awful, but in a 'I'm a mess without her way'. Kyrie kind of felt a little flattered.

"Kyrie, believe me when I say that there is enough blame to go around, but all I want..." Miles pauses, taking Kyrie by her thin T-shirt collar and tugging her inside. Kyrie's heart thumps in her chest. She could smell the alcohol on his breath mixing in with his musky cologne, making it a lot harder to really keep the conversation. As he whips her softly around to the front of him, she couldn't resist the urge of looking at his plump liquor wet lips-that he just so happen to be licking.

Kyrie gazes deeply, desperately trying her best to swallow the urge to take off all his clothes. She didn't want to solve all of their problems with booze and sex, no she wanted to talk this out and there was no way that she could do this with him being as drunk as he is now.

"...All I want is to make love to you. I know its not the time nor the place for this right now, but dammit. I feel like ripping off every stitch that you have on...and giving you every ounce of me. Wanna know the fucked up part though? This isn't even the alcohol talking. Every time I look at you-and my body touches yours. I cant help myself." Miles slurs, taking Kyrie's hands and pinning them above her head. As much as she wanted to stop him, her body wouldn't allow her. She knew that her soul would never have enough of Miles's tantalizing touch. "I want to explore every crevice of your body and show you how creative I can be. Believe me when I say that I have never ever in my entire life wanted this with anybody else. "

Kyrie's eyes widen and her body turns into butter. He'd never ever wanted this with anybody else ever? Surely Kyrie wasn't anything special. So what made him want to be with her so bad?

She tries to break away from him, wanting so badly for this to be the alcohol finally kicking in, but she knew it was true. She knew that the love he has for her is unconditional, but dammit why is she still so reluctant to see it? Why didn't she want this to be true? Possibly, because in her head...it was too good to be true.

"Miles, you have no idea how damaged I am. Why would you ever want somebody like me?" Kyrie cries, finally managing to break his grip before nearly falling into his arms. Miles snakes his arms around her holding her as close as he possibly could, letting her tears stain his white button down shirt until it was drenched and sticking to his body.

"Because you're everything I've ever wanted. You're my happily ever after Kyrie."