Page 38 of Dirty Little Virgin
“Yes, well, you and I are the exception to that rule. Our chemistry, you know. It’s different.” I close my eyes again and give her a gentle squeeze. “Mainly because you’re different.”
“Is that good or bad?” she asks as she snuggles down against my side rather than on my chest.
“Good. All things with you, Jade Thomas, are good. Now close those gorgeous eyes and let’s get some rest. You’ve worn me out today.”
“Rest, sweet man. Tomorrow is another day.” Her lips press against my cheek, then she lies back down.
Tomorrow is another day. A day I’d planned on getting hard with her. But now I have no idea if I can really do that. She brings something out in me that no one ever has.
Something that makes me feel an odd combination of weakness and strength. Is this normal?
Jade
Birds chirp happily as I sit in a weather-worn grayish rocking chair, sipping some water and waiting for Pierce to check the breaker box to see why we’ve lost electricity. We woke to find we’d lost it sometime during the night. A night we slept through like rocks after a long day of fun and more sex than I knew was possible to fit into one day!
He comes around the corner with something in his hand. “It’s a fuse. I’ll have to call the landlord to see what I should do or if he’ll do something about it. Until then, how about we get dressed and head into the little town that’s up the road a bit? It has a café where we can eat breakfast.”
Getting up, I pull the robe around me tighter and follow Pierce, clad in only a pair of boxer briefs, into the cabin. “A small town, you say. That should be fun.”
He chuckles and turns around, grabbing me up. “Anything with you is fun.”
I tap the end of his nose. “Anything with you is fun too.”
When we get into the bedroom, he tosses me onto the bed playfully. “I’m going to pick out something for you to wear. Just lie back and relax, baby.”
Pulling the robe off, I wait patiently for him to pick out the clothes. When he turns back to me with a lilac dress in his hand and a pair of tan flats in the other, he licks his lips as he looks at me. “Aren’t you hungry, Jade?”
“Famished,” I tell him.
He tosses the dress to me. “Put this on. You’re making me horny.”
I look at the bulge in his underwear and notice the rise in it. “Sorry about that. I had no idea my naked body did so much for you.”
“Now you do.” He pulls on a pair of faded blue jeans as I make my way to the dresser to grab a bra and panties.
“Just the panties, Jade. No bra,” he says, making me stop in my tracks.
“Really, Pierce? That’s not a thing I’m comfortable with,” I argue, as that’s not a thing I do. My breasts are kind of large at a C-cup.
“I don’t care. Do it. Today starts with me showing you my dominant side. And the Dom in me wants to see those luscious tits moving about freely underneath that little dress. So do it, and no backtalk, or your backside will pay for it.”
I do as he says, letting him play out his role, but I’m not very happy about it. After I pull on a silky pair white panties, I go to the drawer of the nightstand and pull out my notebook and pen, jotting down exactly how I feel about his order this morning.I was told to wear no bra this morning under a dress that clearly shows my nipples when they’re hard. Which they are right now, as I’m upset about going into town, seeing people and people seeing me as I’m free-titting it! This sub is not a happy camper at the moment.
“What’re you writing, Jade?” he asks me as he puts on his running shoes.
“I’m jotting down my feelings about this.” I put the notebook and pen away and walk over to him, making sure my boobs bounce as I do. “I feel naked.”
“You look gorgeous,” he says, then pulls me to sit on his lap. “And it makes me happy to see those puppies unleashed and free to move about. Don’t you like to make me happy, Jade?”
His grin is adorable, and I kind of hate that he’s using it on me, melting my heart in a way. I kiss his cheek and wrap my arms around him. “How do you do this to me? Ugh! Fine, I like making you happy. Are you ready to go and get this humiliation over with?”
“You don’t have any reason to feel humiliated. You’re the bomb dot com.” He gets up, placing my feet on the floor. “Now, let’s get going. I’d like to have the electricity back on by lunch. I can’t wait for another one of your famous sandwiches.”
“Oh! Do you think the items in the fridge are okay?” I ask, as I think about the temperature in the appliance.
“I think they are for now. But they won’t be much longer. We need the electricity to get back on ASAP! So, come one.”
He takes my hand, and I go along with him out to his car, a snazzy little number he calls his baby. An Alfa Romeo 4C. The interior is decadent and smells like fresh leather. I take in a long sniff as I put on my seatbelt.
