Page 37 of Dirty Little Virgin
“No, Jade? Do you think you’re in charge here?” I ask her as I pump it a little at the rim.
“I am, Pierce. No ass play.”
Moving it in a bit more, I say, “You’re tied up. How could you stop me, Jade?”
“With one word, Pierce. Don’t make me end this lovely little session we have going here.”
The growl that comes out of me isn’t expected, and I quickly pull the belt off the post and flip her over. “Shit, girl! Why do you have to be so damn perfect?”
I pull her around to sit on my cock facing me and put her bound hands behind my head. Looking into her eyes, I see the courage of a saint in hers. Lifting her up and down, I take her at a moderate speed. Her breasts bounce across my chest with each lift, making my dick get even harder.
Dark waves of hair bounce around her face, a face that looks angelic with a side of spunky. I can’t help myself; I must kiss her. Our mouths collide in a frantic way that has us both clamoring for dominance. My tongue runs around hers, then hers runs around mine in a game of chase.
I’m not close enough to her, if that’s even possible. I put her on her back and cover her body with mine, pinning her to the bed. Slamming my cock into her, I want to get deeper. Grabbing one of her legs, I pull it up, leaving her ankle near her ear, and move in deeper. We both moan as I go in, and I feel my cock bottoming out inside of her.
With only a few deep strokes, her body begins to shake. “Ohhh,” she moans.
“Let it go, baby. Give it to me.” I kiss a line up her long neck and love the way it feels as her body climaxes around my cock in small eruptions of heated fluids and squeezes that add to my arousal.
I can’t stop. I go at her harder, more furiously. Her panting tickles my ear as I lean over her shoulder, humping her like an animal. I can feel her heart pounding as she begins to gasp. The orgasm inside of her is going on and on as I continue my deep assault.
Finally, I can take no more. Holding back my release is impossible. I grunt and go still as I eject my semen into her with a fierce force. Then I rest on her. Then I realize, I must be squishing her. I move a bit and find her arms holding me fast to her.
“Please, don’t move. I love this. The way you feel on me. I feel like I’m a part of you,” she whispers. “I love you, Pierce.”
My eyes begin to burn as I whisper back, “I love you too, Jade.”
The emotion is raw and unnatural to me. Not even with the real relationships did I feel this. But I have to wonder if this intensity is only a by-product of the online foreplay and the contract that’s binding us for a limited amount of time.
Without the contract, would things be so intense? Without the knowledge that this will end, would things still be the same?
Perhaps our minds and bodies are rushing things because we know this is a short-term thing. It’s not built to last. It’s built to burn hot and heavy for a small amount of time. Maybe that’s why this all seems so perfect and right.
With that idea in my head, I think I can allow myself to get into this. Stop trying to fight it and just let it be what it is for the time it has. A short-lived loved affair is all this is. Not a forever love. Even though it feels like one.
Not that I’ve ever had one. But somewhere deep inside, it feels as if this could last forever. But that has to be a trick our minds are playing with us to get the most out of the time we have.
“Um, now you’re getting kind of heavy, sweetie.”
With a chuckle, I roll off Jade and untie her hands. Giving her shoulders a quick massage, I then pull her into my arms so she can rest her head on my chest. “Are you okay?”
“Better than okay, Pierce. I’m flying with emotions I’ve never had before.”
“Sometimes the spankings can make a woman feel degraded. Do you feel that way, Jade?”
“No, it was kind of odd at the time. And when you referenced the salt and pepper and I laughed, it did take away from the intensity a bit.”
“I see. And just why does the salt and pepper thing make you laugh?” I ask her as I run my hand through her hair.
“I read a book about a BDSM couple. She forgot the salt for his food, and he punished her for it. A bit over the top for such a small infraction. He chained her to a wall and beat her with a whip, giving her fifteen lashes. It was dumb, in my opinion.”
“Mine too. Things don’t work like that. Not every little thing deserves a punishment. And the severity of the punishment should match the severity of the infraction. Stupid books,” I mutter as I settle in and find comfort in how well she fits in my arms.
“Don’t say that, Pierce. I plan to make my living off books. But I do think a bit more reality is needed. So, what kind of punishment goes with forgetting the salt?”
“A small slap on the ass is all that needs. It’s all up to how a Dom wants to be. Picking out a good Dom is important for a sub. You should never take the first Dom who addresses you,” I mumble as I start to fall asleep.
“But I did,” she says, making my eyes flutter open.
