Page 10 of Dirty Little Virgin
No, it’s not. Help me create it. What are you wearing to this awards ceremony?
I like myself in black. Most of my clothes are black.
What color are your eyes?I ask her.
Brown, well, a kind of golden brown.
I see you in a yellow, flowing, nearly see-through dress. It billows out behind you as I hold you by the waist possessively. The world thinks you’re mine, and I’m proud to be at your side as you take the stage. Your creamy thighs make brief appearances through long slits in the dress as you glide over the tan marbled floor. And then a tall, elegant woman, wearing a short, tight, red dress, hands you a crystal trophy. Your name is etched in the crystal: Writer of the Year, Jade Thomas. And then you look into my eyes.
She asks,What color are they?
I’m glad to see she’s getting into it and type,Blueish brown. Hazel is what they’re called. When you look into them, I can see your depth. You have honesty and courage, and I’m lost in your gaze. The people are all cheering, and I turn you to look at them, then slap your ass, making them all cheer. You blush and drop your gorgeous head. I take your chin with two of my fingers and make you look up and tell you how perfect you are.
Then do we kiss?she asks, and I can almost feel her breathless question even though it’s only written words.
Our mouths make slow progress to the others. Our lips touch and heat builds inside of us both. Then my tongue eases through your lips, taking your tongue, making it submit to mine. I move my tongue around yours in a dance that sends it into a frenzy of lusty need as I cradle you in my strong arms.
Ahem. So in this little fantasy, other than the slap on my ass, what else occurs in the punishment department?she asks.
I feel she’s too into the punishment part of what this is all about and admonish her quickly,Jade, I didn’t ask you to ask me questions. I told you to add to the fantasy what you wanted to. You have to quit acting as if this is about punishment all the time. If you want me to take you by the neck with my belt and haul your sweet ass off stage where I throw you up against the wall and take you right there on the backstage, then say that. DO NOT ask me what I’ll do to you! This is your fantasy. Tell me what you want. Do you want me to pull your dress away from your breasts and take a flogger to them as your fans watch? Or would you like to be a bit more discreet and have me escort you off stage then take you to your dressing room and bend you over the chair you sat in when they did your hair and makeup and smack your ass until you cry, then shove my cock into your wet pussy?
Damn!is her reply.
I tell her the same thing,Damn, is right. Your mind is narrow where BDSM is concerned. You’ve formed your opinions on the trash you’ve read in those stupid little novels. Here in my world, things aren’t always glowing brightly in the sun, but sometimes they are. All is not dark. All is not sinister. And all is not as the fairy tales lead you all to believe. Pain is a part of life, and when one finds it can be turned into pleasure you could never get anywhere else, it becomes addictive. Don’t judge until you’ve been there, Jade Thomas!
You’re right, Pierce. This was a mistake. Bye.
NO!
I wait and wait, but she’s gone. She’s really gone. And I’m left feeling emptier than I’ve ever been …
Jade
Chills fill my body as I lie on my bed and wonder why I just did what I did. Why in God’s name would I allow myself to jump into such a thing with a Dom? Am I insane?
Looking at the closed laptop that’s sitting on the edge of my bed, I wonder if Pierce is frantic about losing touch with me or could not care less. I’m sure it’s the latter.
I’m a silly girl, a naïve person who took on more than I could handle. The man took me over so quickly. I lost control of everything— the interview and my body. My mind was lost somewhere in that time too.
Rolling over onto my stomach, I pull a plump pillow into my arms and snuggle with it. I didn’t get to have an orgasm, and that left me feeling frustrated. But I have to admit I’m more than sexually frustrated. The way I ended things was abrupt, and the idea of loose ends needing to be cut spins around my brain.
Letting the pillow go, I open the computer again and see he’s left one more message after I ended our discussion.Jade, please contact me whenever you want. I feel you need my help. I’m here for you. Anytime. Sorry about moving too fast for you. And sorry about spoiling your interview.
Closing the laptop, I lie back and try to picture the man. He said his hair is brown, short on the sides and long enough on top I could run my hands through it. His eyes are hazel, and I bet they’re soulful. The way he communicated wasn’t what I’d expected. He did get dominating a few times. It seems to be his nature, not an act.
Bringing up the itch that one can’t scratch has me thinking that some people must get an idea in their head about acting out things that others would find frightening. I’m reminded of the time my parents took me to a theme park in France. There was an enormous roller coaster, and I was afraid of it. You could hear the riders screaming in terror from all over the park. Yet I wanted to ride it too.
As we stood in the long line, waiting for our turn, I recall being so afraid I almost left the line. But then a surge of adrenaline would flow through me, and I’d grow excited about doing it. In the end, the ride was scary but fun, and I did enjoy it.
So I sit up on my bed, cross my legs, and pick up my laptop to see if Pierce really meant what he said. I type,Sorry for the rude behavior. I was out of my comfort zone. Did you really mean you’d still like to help me?
Yes,comes his quick reply.And please accept my apology. I moved far too quickly. So, ask me anything you want to.
I smile as I look at the screen, wishing I could see his face but not daring to ask that of him. Not after what I pulled. So I type in another question,Are people actually auctioned off?
They are. There are four different auctions at our club, as well as times when different groups gather there. I belong to the heterosexual group where men are Doms and women are Subs. The other three groups are women who are the Doms and men who are the subs, then there are the lesbians, then the gay men. It just makes things easier to keep us all separated. And all groups do have auctions.’
If purchased, does the person have to stay with the person who bought them? And for how long?I ask, then get up to go get myself a bottle of water.
