Page 17 of Dirty Little Virgin
With a nod, I say, “No, I never have, and I’ve already offered her two months of my time, starting as soon as the end of next week. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me.”
“Two months?” he asks as he shakes his head. “In your home?”
“No, in a remote cabin where she can feel free from onlookers. I can tell she’s worried about what people think.” The woman holds out her hand, and I take it, kissing the top. “Dr. Power, Madam.”
“Mystic is what they call me,” she introduces herself.
“If you’ll be so kind to excuse me,” I tell Grant. “I’ve got to talk to this lovely woman about my idea.”
“Good luck, Dr. Power,” Grant says with a raise of his glass.
Taking the raven-haired beauty by the hand, I lead her off to a quiet spot where I can sell her on my scene and see if she’ll be all right with me calling her Jade and wearing a lace mask to help Jade see herself in her role.
Fingers crossed!
Jade
The email Pierce sent me has an attachment. A video. It’s Sunday night, and he seems to have already gotten a woman to do our scene with him. He’s a fast mover, but that shouldn’t surprise me at all.
He sends me a message through Skype, asking me if I got his email. I type back that I did and will watch the attached video then get back with him. He sends back that he’ll be waiting patiently for me and tells me I should know that he only thought of me as he did the scene.
“Yeah, right!” I mumble as I open the attachment.
I ate lunch with an older woman who came back to college after getting married and having kids. Sara is a no-nonsense kind of woman, and she told me I was most likely being catfished. She said that’s when someone pretends they’re more than what they say they are. And she cautioned me that BDSM is really bad.
Sara knew a lady whose second cousin was married to a man who knew a guy who was into that type of stuff. He would beat the hell out of unsuspecting women all the time. He was a real lowlife, like what men in that world are really like. I acted as if I took in her words, but I just couldn’t believe her.
Her opinion is based on some pretty far reaching information. She couldn’t even recall the man’s name. So, I haven’t decided to shut Pierce out just yet.
Getting the video up, I get ready to watch some shoddy footage of some guy, most likely not Pierce, if that’s even his real name. As it starts, I notice how dark it is.
A gasp bolts out of me as flames blast onto the screen and a title page is there. The Dungeon of Decorum presents, Pierce and Jade in:The Tale of a New Submissive.
The production is of high quality, I must admit that. But it’s only the opening. I’m sure it’ll go downhill from here. The scene goes to a woman kneeling beside a dark door; her hair is black, almost like mine. Her head’s bowed, but I can see she has a bit of lace covering her eyes.
The camera pans out to move along with a pair of men’s bare feet, black pants flowing loosely around his ankles. Then it pans up his body slowly, and I can’t breathe.
It’s the man from the picture but way better looking. He moves with a grace I’ve never seen a man move with. His eyes look into the camera, and then he says, “Only for you, Jade.” His voice is deep, somewhat raspy, and sexy as hell.
“Damn!” I moan. “Could he be real?”
I’m mesmerized as he walks past the woman, just like he wrote he would. Then he turns as he gets to the two long ropes that are hanging from the ceiling of the dark room. The recessed lights are dim. “Come,” he says, and the woman gets up and goes to him, her head lowered.
He begins to tie her up and does a great job of it, making it look seductive as he binds her in the ropes. She seems to be floating above the floor, languidly.
My heart is racing as I watch him and only him. If that’s Pierce, I’d be a damn fool not to go to him. He’s magnificent!
The ropes start to move as he pushes and pulls them. The woman is jostled, but she doesn’t complain the way I think I would. Instead, she takes it all in stride, probably because she knows how it all goes.
I kind of feel sorry for her as I’m sure this scene is lame compared to what she’s used to. The whip starts popping, and I watch Pierce’s abs flex with each crack of the long instrument. Now the woman’s body is beginning to sweat, I see, as it glistens in the light. So the sound of the whip does make even someone who’s been around the BDSM block a time or two grow nervous.
A flash of light puts a spotlight on her, and Pierce moves around, securing her with the other two ropes, creating the hammock-like thing he told me about. But she doesn’t wiggle or say she wants to be set free.
Instead, she seems to be patiently waiting. Pierce pulls the thing he said was called a flogger off the wall and goes to her. He moves the whip in a circle eight motion, making sure to hit her ass cheeks back and forth only ten times.
I watch her flinch with each one, so I know it hurts some. But she doesn’t scream or anything. He stops, and I freeze as he pushes the elastic waistband of his pants down, revealing an enormous cock that’s erect and ready. He looks at the camera again.
“This is you, Jade.”
