Dirty Little Virgin: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  “I can see that. I can see she’s got you by the reins.” I cross my arms over my chest because I can see right through the woman.

  She looks young at a glance but when I look hard at her, I can see the lines at the corners of her eyes. I’m sure she’s in her late forties or so and she has a gleam in her eye for Cyprian.

  Of that I am sure!

  He looks at Tabitha, who he still has his arm around. “Since you’re right here, do you think she and I could talk alone for a moment? Perhaps in the back?” he asks her.

  Her head shakes as she looks at him and runs her hand over his cheek. “Cyprian, you are much too fragile.”

  “Ha!” I laugh. “He’s not fragile. He is a strong man. I’ve never seen him like this and quite frankly, I don’t like it.” I walk around the counter and find her moving in front of him.

  “No, you cannot be alone with him right now. I was afraid of this.” She looks back at Cyprian. “We need to leave now.”

  He nods and backs out the door as if I’m a terrorist, trying to get to him. “Cyprian, call me later. Please.”

  His eyes bore into mine as she backs him up. “He will not be calling you. I can see it in your eyes. You are not the woman he thinks you are. You are a selfish and manipulative woman. Out to get his money, most likely. Hence the reason you withheld sex until you forced him to find some love for you in his heart, thus trapping him, eventually into a marriage.”

  I look at Cyprian. “She’s nuts and you know that. Call me, Cyprian. I care about you. I miss you. And I’m worried about you. Call me.”

  He’s pushed out the door, still looking at me. It’s obvious she’s using her expertise as a con artist to get to him. My heart is pounding and I find myself following them outside. She has him in the back before I can get to him and it has me madder than I ever recall being. Even when I caught him with those escorts!

  She will not get away with this…

  Chapter 9

  CYPRIAN

  My head is spinning as we walk into my house. “I would like to talk to her, Tabitha.”

  She takes my hand and pulls me along with her. “Show me your home, Cyprian. We can have some wine. You need to forget about that woman. She is bad for you. I fear she is the reason for your mental breakdown.”

  “I wouldn’t call it a mental breakdown. I simply wanted to be a better person, Tabitha.” I stop and she has to stop with me.

  “Show me to my room first, please.” Her eyes sparkle at me.

  Ashton walks in with her suitcase. “I’ll take this up there too.”

  She shakes her head. “It’s fine. Leave it by the door. I’ll take it up later, Ashton. Be a dear and leave us alone. I need to help Cyprian through what looks as if it might turn into a crisis if I don’t intervene with some drastic actions.”

  I look at Ashton who gives me a frown. “You sure about this, sir?”

  “What?” Tabitha asks as she shoos him out the door. “This man is safer with me than anyone who is currently in his life. Goodbye. See you tomorrow. If I leave then. He may need my help for a while.”

  He looks at me again. “Sir, are you absolutely sure about this?”

  Tabitha looks back at me and puts her hand on her hip. “Cyprian, will you tell him you’re sure?”

  I nod my answer and he turns and leaves me but I can tell he doesn’t want to. My hand is snatched up again and then she runs my arm around her waist. “Okay, I’ll show you where your room is, Tabitha. I suppose you’d like to freshen up.”

  We go upstairs and she notices the many doors up here. “Which room is yours?”

  I gesture to my door and she smiles. Then I walk all the way to the end of the hallway and catch her frowning. “Why so far away from yours, Cyprian?”

  “For your privacy,” I say. “I want you to feel like you have some.” I open the door and stay at it while gesturing for her to go inside. “Here you go. I’ll be downstairs in the main living area at the bottom of the stairs when you get done.”

  She takes both of my hands and pulls me into the room with her. “Cyprian, we need to talk. I can see you need more help from me. You’ll fall back down that rabbit hole that is Camilla Petit, if I don’t do something drastic.”

  “You keep saying that.” I look at her and wonder what the fuck, drastic, means.

  “It means, you are in need of some physical help. I need to help your energy field with some skin on skin touching. I am not effectively filling you with positive energy with hand holding or even by putting your arms around me. You are searching for the negative, which is Camilla Petit, to fill you again. I need to fill you with some of my positive energy.”

  “Skin to skin,” I ask as that sounds kind of like she wants to be naked with me.

  She takes a step back and begins to unbutton her sheer tan shirt that covers a brown camisole top. “Take off your clothes, Cyprian. I need to hold you, skin to skin, to deliver a good dose of my positive vibes to you. You’re in desperate need of them.”

  “I can’t do that, Tabitha.” I shake my head as she continues to undress in front of me.

  “You can, Cyprian. It’s merely one human being helping another. I’ve done this on occasion with some of my other patients. It works wonders. Like I said, I will stay with you until I see an improvement on your handle on how you want to live your new life.” By the time she’s done talking, she’s standing, stark naked, in front of me, holding her arms open. “If you’re unsure of how much it will help you, hug me with your clothes on and mine off and see how good it feels. See how much better you feel.”

  I’m frozen and unsure about any of this. But she steps forward and takes my hands, placing them on her ass as she hugs me tight. “Tabitha.”

  “Shh. No talking. Close your eyes and feel the energy I’m sending to you. My entire body is sending you positive energy.”

  I do as she says since I’m not naked and try to feel the energy she’s sending me. She was right on the other occasions. Holding hands with others and hugging them did help me feel more positive energy.

  After a few minutes of her holding me, she lets me go and looks at me then unbuttons my shirt. I take her hand, stopping her. “Tabitha, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “Nonsense,” she says. “I can still feel the negative coming from you.” She quickly takes my shirt off and puts her body back in my arms and places my hands on her ass again. “Give my cheeks a good squeeze. Think of them like the stress balls I gave you all at the retreat. Use them to ease your tension.”

  Her breasts are smashed against my naked chest as I do as she’s said and my mind is being dragged into a very bad place. I try hard to think of this as therapy but my cock is thinking other thoughts. “Tabitha, we have to stop this. I’m having inappropriate thoughts.”

  “It’s not inappropriate to want to feel more. We can do that. We can exchange our energy. I will take your negative while you take my positive. I can rebuild my energy much more quickly than you can, after all. Let me help to heal you, Cyprian.”

  Her hands find the button on my slacks and she has my pants down, quickly followed by my underwear. “Tabitha, I can’t. You said I’m not to be doing anything like this, remember?”

  “With anyone you currently know as they are all out to hurt you, Cyprian. I am here to heal you. Now come with me to the bed and bury yourself in my positive chamber, so I can take away your pain and fill you with light.”

  She lets me out of her arms and looks down at my shoes and socks, the only thing left on me. “Kick those off and ditch the socks too. We need skin to skin with nothing in between us, for this to work.”

  “I’ll need a condom. I have some in my bedroom,” I say, trying to escape this situation I feel has gotten out of hand.

  “No need for one. I am clean and healthy and on the pill. So, you can relax. Come on, Cyprian. I can help you more than you know.”

  As I let her lead me to the bed, I find myself fighting this with every step.

&n
bsp; Am I really about to do this…

  The Rake Book 5

  Chapter 1

  CAMILLA

  Cyprian’s car pulls back up to the front of the store and I ready myself for another battle with the broad who seems to think Cyprian needs to be defended against me, of all people. Instead, it’s his driver who flies into the store. “Can you come with me, Camilla? Cyprian needs you!”

  Making a drastic and quick decision, I grab my keys from under the counter to lock the store up, turning off the lights as I go. “What’s wrong?”

  “That woman,” he says as he hurries me out. “She’s going to take advantage of him. I can tell it. Come with me.”

  I get into the passenger seat as he jumps in the driver’s seat and peels out of the parking lot. “Ashton, what if he wants to be with her?”

  “He doesn’t. He seems clueless about the woman and her motives. I can read her like a book. She wanted to be shown to her room right away and wouldn’t allow me to accompany them to take up her suitcase. She actually told me to leave them alone, so she could do something to him to avoid a meltdown or some shit like that.”

  “A meltdown?” I ask. “Has he had one before?”

  “No,” he tells me. “That woman’s pulling something over on him. I’m not sure if she just wants in his pants or if she wants much more than that but she is one determined woman and that has me worried about Cyprian.”

  “What if I go in and catch them going at it, Ashton?” I shake my head. “I can’t see that again. I can’t! It hurt too much last time.”

  “He needs you, Camilla,” he tells me as he pulls up to the gate and punches in the code.

  “But what if they’re having sex?” I ask him. “Is that a real possibility?”

  He’s not saying a word as I watch his expression change from worried to sick. “I hope not. I didn’t see that want in Cyprian’s eyes but I sure as hell saw it in hers. He’s not one to turn down sex, just so you know. But with her, I feel she’s using a trust he’s put in her to manipulate him into it. A thing I can’t stand. I’ll be with you, Camilla. I just know he’ll be more responsive to you.”

  We stop in front of the door and my heart stops beating. “Please, don’t let him be with her that way!” I get out of the car, my body shaking like a leaf.

  Ashton punches in a code at a new box on the outside of the front door. The light turns green and we go inside. A suitcase is right next to the door and I hear nothing.

  “Let’s go upstairs,” Ashton whispers.

  I follow him, nearly sick as we go up the stairs and I still hear nothing. Just as we get to the top of the stairs I hear Cyprian’s voice, saying, “Really, I can’t. I didn’t expect this from you, Tabitha. I’m going to my room. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  Ashton and I drop back to hide on the staircase. It seems Cyprian can take care of himself. But as I peek around Ashton, I see Cyprian is carrying his clothes and is naked. Anger fills me and then that damn woman is in the hallway, naked too. “Cyprian, come here. Don’t be like that. I’m merely wanting to transmit my positive energy to you, via penetrating contact. You don’t even have to make any strokes if you don’t want to. Although that does help to get more out of it.”

  He stops his retreat and spins around. “That’s called sex, Tabitha! Do you think I am some naïve boy?”

  My entire body is shaking with pure hatred for the woman. “Cyprian, as your therapist, I must insist on this. You are close to a breakdown. Closer than you realize.”

  Before he can say a word, I barrel around Ashton and run right at the woman, screaming like a banshee, “You fucking bitch!”

  Her eyes go huge and she quickly steps back into the room and locks the door. I pound on the door but she’s not about to unlock it.

  “Cami?” Cyprian asks as he comes up behind me.

  I turn around and see he’s pulled his pants on. “What the hell were you doing naked, Cyprian? Do you have any sense at all?”

  “Yes!” he shouts at me. “And thank you for coming!”

  My body’s shaking and I pull him into my arms and start bawling like a baby. “Cyprian, what have you gotten yourself into?”

  “Shh, don’t cry,” he whispers as he strokes my hair. “It’s alright.”

  I pull away from him and shake my head. “Why were you naked?”

  He pulls me with him down the hallway and then he sees Ashton. “You brought her here?”

  He nods. “I saw what that woman had planned for you, even though you didn’t. I had to get her to come help me. I knew she’d have the right amount of anger to handle that old bitch.”

  Cyprian smiles at the man who’s driven him around for the last few years. “Thanks. I was pretty sure she’d hound me all night.”

  “And she would’ve too,” Ashton tells him. “I’m going to take her to a hotel for the night and make sure she gets her ass on a plane in the morning. Please tell me you’ll have nothing else to do with that woman.”

  Cyprian nods and looks like he’s a bit smarter now. “You can count on that. I never saw it in her. I had no idea she’d do something like this. I’ll report this on her website so future clients will know how she is. She told me she’d done this sort of positivity sharing with some of the others she’s helped.”

  I shudder with how awful the woman is. Preying on people who come to her for help. “Positivity sharing? I’d like to share my fist with her face, the nasty whore.”

  The creaking of the bedroom door behind us has us all turning back to find Tabitha dressed and looking mad, of all things. “Nasty whore?” she asks as she comes toward us.

  Now it’s me and Ashton who get in front of Cyprian to keep her away from him. “Yes, you are one devious, malicious bitch of a whore. What you’ve done is a crime. This man came to you for mental help and guidance and you used his trust to manipulate him into having sex with you. You are one of the lowest people I’ve ever had the misfortune to run into,” I tell her as I glare at her. “I’d like nothing more than to rip your fucking head off and play soccer with it.”

  “Would you, now?” she asks with a condescending tone. “Cyprian was well aware of how we use physical energy to help heal others. He did spend two weeks with me. Voluntarily, might I add.”

  “And I suppose you’re trying to tell me, you and he have a special connection or some shit like that?” I ask her. Cyprian takes my hand and holds it tight, behind me.

  “Not like that, Cami,” he whispers.

  The woman squares her narrow shoulders and looks past me to Cyprian. “I’ve never hurt you and never would. I am only here to heal you. You are breaking down right before my eyes with these people to aid you in the most negative of ways. Anger is flowing through them and they’re all over you, sending you into a negative state of being. If you tell them to leave, I can take that negativity away.”

  “By having him fuck you?” I ask then shake my head. “No fucking way. Cyprian’s driver will take you to a hotel now and you will get your ass on a fucking plane that will take you back to wherever you came from. If you so much as send a fucking text to Cyprian, I will blow you up on social media and ruin your farce of a career.”

  “Who would believe you?” she says with a laugh.

  Ashton steps forward and takes her by the wrist. “Oh, there’s more than a few people who can corroborate her accusations. Time to go.” He pulls her along as she tries to get Cyprian to look at her.

  “Cyprian, please. You know I won’t hurt you,” she says as she’s pulled away.

  “You already have,” he says as he looks at me.

  “Get her the hell out of here, Ashton,” I say as I run my hand over Cyprian’s cheek. “Would you care to drive me back to the store, so I can close it, the right way?”

  He runs his hand over my cheek. “I would. Thank you, Cami.”

  “What are friends for?” I ask as I take his hand and start walking down the hallway. “You might want to put on a shirt and some shoes.”

>   We stop just before his bedroom door for him to get the clothes he left on the floor. Instead of picking them up, he picks me up in his arms and hugs me tight. “I’ve missed you more than I realized, Cami.”

  “I’ve missed you too. But I knew I was missing you,” I say then find his mouth on mine and I melt into him like a chocolate candy bar on a hot July afternoon.

  Could we be on our way to making things work…?

  Chapter 2

  CYPRIAN

  Her body feels right in my arms as I kiss her the way I’ve only dreamt about being able to do for what seems like a very long time. The way she’s wrapping herself around me has me thinking she’s finally forgiven me for my stupid weak moment.

  Easing the kiss, with soft pecks, I find tears in her eyes and not ones of anger this time. “Cyprian, I’m sorry I let you leave with that woman. I shouldn’t have.”

  “Don’t blame yourself, Cami.” I let her out of my arms and pick up my shirt and put it on. “I’ve being grasping at straws to reinvent myself. I shouldn’t have gone to a retreat put on by a person with no real credentials, in the first place.”

  “Why are you trying so hard to make big changes, to yourself?” she asks as I pull on my last shoe and take her hand to head out.

  “I need to make some changes. I’m not what I can be. I’ve made some discoveries about myself, while I was at the retreat. It wasn’t at all bad. Tabitha wasn’t like that when I was there with a group of people. She only started that crap once she and I were alone. I don’t know what got into her.”

  “You are hot as hell, Cyprian. That’s what got into her.” We go out to the garage and I watch Cami’s eyes light up as I turn on the overhead lights. “Shit! You have a lot of cars, Cyprian!”

  “Pick the one you want to take,” I say as I wait by the peg board with all the car keys on it.

  She points at the red Lamborghini. “How about that one?”

  I look at her with uncertainty. “Cami, I haven’t driven that one yet. It was delivered while I was gone. Do you think you can handle it?”