Page 50 of Dirty Little Virgin
Pierce
Inhaling the sweet honey scent of Jade’s hair for the last time, I cradle her in my arms as she sleeps. This is the last time she’ll find herself waking in these arms. Tonight, we’ll go to The Dungeon of Decorum and play out our scene we’ve worked slowly but thoroughly on. After that, I’ll take her to the airport and put her on a private jet I’ve already chartered.
My heart is heavier than I expected it’d be. My mind is fuzzy as I suppose it’s shutting down a bit to ease the pain her leaving will bring me. I keep reassuring myself that work will be so inundating that I’ll have no time to think about her.
I hope that’s true …
Her body fits mine so well. Her energy ebbs and flows with mine in an easy pattern that leaves us both fulfilled most times. Compatibility has formed between us, the likes of which I’ve never experienced.
Tomorrow I’ll wake up alone in my Portland mansion.
Staying true to her word, Jade hasn’t brought up one thing about straying from what I want when the contract is over. At the stroke of midnight, she and I will share our very last kiss, then I’ll put her on the jet and the door will close on this chapter of our lives.
Though it’s hard to end, I like the idea that we have no bad parts to our story. No real arguments and no meanness to think about after it’s all over. Only great things will remain in our memories. I like that about this whole thing.
With the other relationships I had, the negative tends to outweigh the positive, as it does in most cases. At least when I think about Jade, I’ll only have great memories.
She stirs in my arms and moans as she wakes up. “Um … What time is it, Pierce?”
“Time for you to wake up and make love with me one more time,” I whisper.
“Hush,” she whispers. “Don’t say things like that.”
She likes to pretend things won’t go the way the will. That romantic who resides within her has the idea that true love always wins out in the end. I’m afraid the poor girl has no idea how real life goes.
Work gets in the way of things. If one’s work consumes them, that is.
Being a billionaire, at least in my case, doesn’t come without a hefty personal price. I have investments, like any smart businessman does. But investments aren’t completely safe. I’ve seen men lose millions in the matter of one bad stock market day. So I tend to keep money flowing in, rather than treading water with what I’ve accumulated.
Shifting around to face me, Jade runs her arms around my neck and kisses me with a chaste kiss. “I’m going to brush my teeth and potty, then come right back to you.”
“You do that,” I say and watch her climb out of bed, heading to the bathroom.
I get up and go use the facilities in the guest bath. I’ve kept a few things formal between us. No using the bathroom at the same time, other than bathing. Just to keep some formality between us. I didn’t want us to become like some old married couple during our two-month fantasy.
When I come back to bed, I find Jade lying on the blanket, holding her arms out to me. “Come to me, Pierce.”
Moving to the comfort of her arms, I find a lump forming in my throat and swallow to shove it down. Before I let my emotions get the best of me, I kiss her, trying desperately to move my mind to other areas. Somewhere far away from the knowledge that today is it for us.
Her hands run over me, stopping on each muscle as if she’s trying to etch the way it feels into her brain to keep it there for future reference. The thought of her hands on another man’s body rises in my mind and I find myself kissing her harder, more dominatingly.
I know it’s selfish as hell to want her to be alone. But, damn it, I don’t want her to forget about me and move on with someone new. Especially not a dominating man who might take advantage of her sweet and generous nature.
Jade is one of those rare women who were born to give everything they have to a man. And the funniest thing is, she never realized that before she met me. She thought herself to be a woman who would never bend to anyone’s will. She was wrong.
The things I could’ve made her do with little to no effort are mind boggling. It was my love for her that stopped me from using her, demeaning her, and breaking her. Instead, I tried my best to lift her up and give her more spirit and spunk. I wanted her to leave me knowing she’s worth more than most women are, to teach her she should always demand to be treated with respect and integrity.
Even the scene we’ll do tonight at the club will have people looking at her in awe. She’ll not be completely broken by the end of the scene. Instead, I have her immersing much like a butterfly comes out of a cocoon. And I pray that sticks with her throughout the rest of her life.
Jade Thomas is an extraordinary woman, remarkable in many ways. She didn’t know how to cook a damn thing when she came to me. Now she’s not only adept in the kitchen, but can cook very well, thanks to the videos I bought for her and my help in learning what I consider a necessary skill.
Not to mention her sexual skills which now rival the most experienced female’s. Jade has a natural sensuality she was hiding beneath her drab black garb. I’ve made her promise to toss out her former wardrobe and keep wearing the things I bought for her, even though it’ll bring male attention to her.
The way she’s blossomed into a real woman is a thing men will see and want. And I’ll have to bury myself in work not to think about that.
I’ve coached her on men. Told her what to look for in men who only want her for sex. She’s better than that. Jade’s no piece of meat!
Our bodies capitulate in a dance we’ve come to understand well. She arches, I thrust, and we both bloom inside with previously unknown sensations. Feelings which drive us to push on and on until we’re both breathing like we’ve run a hundred miles. Our bodies become soaked in sweat, sexual juices, and sometimes tears. What we have runs deep.
