Dirty Little Virgin: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  “I love you, Cyprian.” I feel a tear fall and have no idea why. It must be the beauty of what we’ve just done. I have to say it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt.

  Holding me until there is nothing left, Cyprian kisses me until the last bit of ecstasy has ebbed. I feel safe in his arms. I feel loved, and needed.

  And I pray we didn’t mess things up…

  Chapter 5

  CYPRIAN

  A month has passed since I’ve touched my wife. My insides are on fire for her. It’s Christmas and we’re on our way to bed just as soon as we exchange the last two gifts we got each other.

  I am primed and ready for action. With a month of baby juice stewing away inside of me, I foresee no problems with my sperm count. I took a little test I found and it came up with a great number.

  It seems I’m very fertile right now and Cami’s about to be the recipient of a load of the stuff. I hope her eggs are ready to hatch!

  Her gift is the test I took earlier today. I know it sounds kind of nasty and a bit on the gross side. But I put it in a see-through plastic baggie, I placed it in a box and gift-wrapped it for her. Her hands won’t get dirty until later!

  “Here’s mine, Cyprian,” Cami says as she comes into the sitting room upstairs where I’ve been waiting for her.

  “Where’d you go for so long, Cami?” I ask as she walks up to me and I pull her to sit on my lap.

  “I made a quick phone call to Santa and got a last-minute Christmas present for you. It took him a few minutes to get it to me but he made it,” she tells me with a giggle.

  She’s holding a box that looks like it might have a bracelet in it. It’s long and slender, wrapped in red paper with a black bow. I’m not a man who wears jewelry, so I’ll have to act like I like the thing.

  “You open yours first,” I tell her as I pick up the box off the table next to me.

  She places her gift on the table and takes mine. “What could this be?” Pulling the bow off the box, she pulls the lid off it and sees the mound of blue tissue paper covering the baggie with the test results in it. “Cyprian, what’s this?”

  “Pick it up and see what it is,” I say as I watch her face, intensely.

  My stomach feels tight as I wait for her to see that I’m loaded with little swimmers. She picks up the baggie with two fingers as she looks at the device inside of it. “What the heck is this thing?”

  “Do you see those numbers on the little opening at the end of the stick?” I ask her.

  She nods. “And what do they mean?”

  “That I’ve managed to build up my sperm. You have an excellent chance at getting pregnant tonight,” I say then kiss her cheek. “What do you think about that?”

  “I think that’s going to be quite impossible,” she says with a frown. “I can’t get pregnant tonight. Sorry, Cyprian. Christmas will not be the night we conceive our first child.”

  “And just how do you know this, Cami?” I ask as she’s not that damn aware of her body to know this won’t work tonight.

  “I just do,” she says with a shrug. “Trust me.”

  “Are you saying you want to wait a while longer before we have sex?” I ask. “Because I’m about to explode, baby.”

  “We can definitely have sex.” She runs her arms around my neck and kisses me long and hard, with a side of wanting as her tongue does a number on mine and my cock springs to attention.

  I get up, cradling her in my arms and carry her to the door. Her mouth leaves mine and she looks puzzled. “I’m taking you to our bed, Cami. What’s that look for?”

  “We can’t yet. You still have to open my gift. Put me down, so you can do that. Then we can go to our bed and you and I can devour one another until the early morning light sends us to sleep.”

  Oh, yeah. The stupid bracelet I’m going to have to pretend to like!

  “Okay,” I say as I put her down and she walks over to pick it up. “Let me have it.”

  She turns to look at me with the box in her hand. “You don’t sound excited about seeing what I’m giving you.”

  “Sure, I am. I just have loving you on my mind and I’m more than ready to get to that.” I gesture to the hard-on that has my pajama bottoms stretched to their limits.

  “I see that.” Her eyes go to my cock and brighten. “But I want you to open your present first. Then we can get to that business.”

  Wiggling my finger at her, I say, “Bring it to me, baby.”

  Her fingers play with the belt of her red robe and she pulls it, letting her robe fall open, revealing a very sexy, red, barely-there negligee she’s been hiding underneath it. Stepping forward, she holds out the gift to me then runs her hands up her body and bites her lip. “I can barely wait.”

  Taking the box, I pull her into my arms, nuzzling her neck, I whisper, “I think this little gift can wait until I’ve tasted you.”

  Before my lips touch hers, she twists her head to stop me. “Open it, please.”

  With a sigh, I let her go, so I can get the gift out of the way, so we can get to the good stuff. “Okay, have it your way. Just know I’m about to fall apart here.”

  “I know you are,” she says as she watches my hands untie the bow and pull the top off the box.

  I freeze as I see what’s inside. “Cami!”

  “Yes,” she says as I pull the clear baggie out of the box.

  “Cami!” I say again as my mind is going foggy. “It’s a plus sign! It’s a plus sign!”

  “It is,” she says with a giggle. “Looks like we conceived on Thanksgiving night. See, I told you we couldn’t conceive our first born on Christmas night. Sorry about that.”

  Putting the pregnancy test down on the table, I pull her into my arms and pick her up. “You little minx! How long have you known?”

  “I was two weeks late and I just took the test a few minutes ago. That’s why I took so long to get back to you. So, what do you think about this news?” Her smile is the widest I’ve ever seen.

  “I think I’m the happiest I’ve ever been except for that day in Paris when you said the words, ‘I do.’ And how do you feel, Mrs. Girard?”

  “I feel amazing,” she says as I whisk her out of the sitting room, taking her to our bedroom to celebrate the pregnancy and the end of my celibacy.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you,” I say as I lie her on the bed.

  “Don’t you dare,” she says with a growl. “Cuff me up and fuck me like you own my ass.”

  My cock nearly splits my PJ’s open as it surges with her sexy attitude. But I remember all too well that getting pregnant was never her issue. Staying that way was.

  “No cuffs, no fucking, nothing but sweet and easy lovemaking for you, my dear wife. You’ll be pampered, spoiled beyond belief, and handled like the treasure you are.” Dropping my clothes to the floor, I ease onto the bed, pulling her clothes off her and watching her smile like the devil.

  “What did I ever do to deserve you?” she asks me like she has no clue.

  “You made me who I am today, Cami. You took a selfish playboy and made him into a man you can trust with not only your life but the one you carry, as well. You hold us inside of you and I will always protect us.” Taking her lips, I deliver a sweet kiss to her to let her know, without a doubt, that I cherish her.

  I wonder if she can really make it full term this time…

  Chapter 6

  CAMILLA

  “I wish you’d stop looking at me, Cyprian,” I whine as he paces next to the bed and can’t keep his eyes off me as my oby-gyn examines me.

  I’ve made it to the third month of pregnancy. But when I woke up this morning I was cramping only a bit but it was enough to get me to tell Cyprian what I was feeling.

  The man flew out of bed and called my doctor to get her over here right away. She came, complete with a portable sonogram machine she’s about to check me out with.

  “She’s not effacing,” she says as she stops the internal exam. “Now to see if
everything looks good on the inside.”

  Cyprian stops his incessant pacing and looks at the monitor. It takes forever to find the tiny baby but she finally does and we see it move a bit as she mashes my belly with the wand. He points to the little spot. “There he is!”

  “At this point, all fetuses are female,” the doctor corrects him. “It’ll be a while before we know if she’ll stay a girl or become a boy.”

  “But the baby is okay,” he says. “That’s the main thing.” He kisses the top of my head and sighs. “I wish we could keep her hooked up to this thing so we could watch the baby’s every move.”

  She laughs but I don’t, knowing full well he really would just sit and stare at the machine if that was a possibility. “What should I do to try to make sure I keep this baby?” I ask her as I’m nervous about losing it.

  Putting away the machine, she looks at me with a grim face. “Stay off your feet this next month. Let’s see what happens. Can you do that?”

  “She can and will,” Cyprian answers for me.

  “I do work,” I say as I took a job a couple of months ago, at a lab.

  “Not anymore,” Cyprian says, quickly. “I’ll make the call. You can go back to work after the baby is born. If that’s something you want to do.”

  “I don’t want to leave my job right now,” I let him know but I’m met with two shaking heads.

  My doctor is the first to say something to me about it, “You told me you were doing work with infectious diseases. That’s not a good thing to be doing when you’re pregnant, Camilla. And the time on your feet is another bad idea if you want to hang onto this baby,”

  “Which I do,” I say as I know she’s right. “Okay, Cyprian, I’ll stay in bed.”

  He claps like he’s so happy he gets to wait on me hand and foot. “Perfect! I’ll ask my father to cover for me at work and be right by your side. Day and night.”

  “You have a great husband here, Camilla. I can’t say I’ve seen many like him. Let him take care of you. He seems to be itching to do that,” my doctor says as she gathers her things to leave.

  Cyprian helps her to the bedroom door. “Don’t worry about her. I’ve got it all under control.”

  “I can see that,” she says then looks at me. “I’ll call to make another house call at the end of the month. If you experience any discomfort or spotting, call me.”

  “We will,” Cyprian tells her then closes the door behind them as he carries the heavy machine out for her.

  I lie in bed and wonder what the hell happened to my life. Suddenly, I feel trapped. The room looks like it has bars on the windows, keeping me here, where it’s supposedly safe.

  Only I know there is no safety anywhere within these walls. I could lose the baby, no matter what I do. And I don’t know how Cyprian will handle it if that does happen.

  Can he take life with me if this is a big part of it, losing pregnancies…?

  Chapter 7

  CYPRIAN

  As I run the water over her head, I smell the coconut scent of the shampoo as I rinse her hair. Her tummy is swollen with our baby. She’s held on for eight months but it hasn’t been easy.

  Restricted to complete bed rest has Cami an irritable wreck. “Ow! You pulled my hair!”

  “Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to.” My hand was nowhere near her hair but she snaps about things all the time.

  I can’t blame her. She’s overweight with not being able to move around hardly at all. She complains about feeling like a beached whale and her body aches all the time.

  The things I went through to make sure I had plenty of good swimmers can’t compare to what she’s having to go through to bring our son into the world. She cries more often than I think she should. She tells me over and over how she never wants to go through this again.

  I feel awful about what she’s going through and have promised her he can be our only child if that’s what she wants. I want more but I would never ask her to go through this again.

  It’s horrible for her and the worst part hasn’t even come yet. The birth process isn’t expected to be easy. Her doctor has cautioned us that a Cesarean is most likely going to be necessary as she has very little muscle to help her push the baby out with.

  “Just get me out of the tub. I’m getting cold,” she says as I finish rinsing her hair.

  “If I don’t put in some conditioner your hair will go wild, baby,” I tell her as I make an attempt to finish the job of bathing her.

  “Like I give a fuck about that!” she shouts at me. “Just get me the fuck out of this freezing water!”

  “Okay, baby,” I say as I grab a towel for her then help her to get up out of the anything but freezing water. I’ve kept adding in hot water to be sure it didn’t get cold but she seems to get cold so easily. I assume it’s from poor blood circulation.

  I watch her legs tremble as she steps over the side of the bathtub. Her nails dig into my shoulder as she braces herself. When she takes in a sharp breath, I know she’s having a contraction.

  We freeze as it happens and her eyes close as she breathes in and out, slowly. “Stay in there, Colton. Please, stay in there for a little while longer for Mommy,” she whispers.

  Wrapping the towel around her, I pick her up and carry her to the bed. “It’s going to be okay, Cami.” I prop her feet up on a pillow to raise them like the doctor told us to do.

  The poor thing can’t move hardly at all without contractions starting. I massage her stomach then feel her body begin to shake and cover her up. “I’ll go get a towel to wrap around your wet hair. I’ll be right back.”

  “Cyprian,” she says as I walk away. “I’m sorry I’m being such a bitch. Thank you for everything.”

  With a nod, I say, “You’re welcome and I’d never call you a bitch.” I leave to go to the bathroom and hear her moan.

  Looking over my shoulder, I see her rubbing her stomach. She’s having another contraction, so I hurry to get the towel. The woman lying in our bed is nearly unrecognizable. It’s hard to take that I wanted a baby so bad I’d do this to her.

  When I come back into the room, I find her eyes red-rimmed from crying. “Cyprian, they won’t stop. I’m having one after another.”

  “Well, we know those aren’t the right kinds of contractions. Remember what your doctor said?” I pick up my cell and call the doc to get her to come over here. “She’ll come and give you a shot and they’ll stop.”

  Her hand grips my arm as she grits her teeth. “Tell her to hurry. Red fills her face as she stops breathing with the pain.

  “Breathe, Cami,” I say then blow in her face, so she has to take in a breath. “Hi, it’s me again. I need you to come to our place. Cami’s having those Braxton-Hicks contractions again.” I end the call. Her doctor knows this drill well since she’s done it at least once a month and sometimes twice.

  “Ow!” she yells then the red fades as she looks at me. “I want this to be over.”

  “I know, baby,” I say as she settles back. “I do too. He’s only a month away from being fully developed. Only one more month.”

  “I can’t do it that much longer. I can’t.” She shakes her head then stops and her face goes red again.

  She has a death grip on me as the pain has her breaking into a sweat. I take a seat on the edge of the bed and let her squeeze one hand while I run my other hand over her damp forehead. “I love you, Cami. If I could take this pain upon myself, I surely would.”

  The pain leaves her and she looks at me with sorrow-filled eyes. The dark blue they were has faded to a pale shade. “I know you would.” She bites her lip and looks away. “I’m a useless wife. I wouldn’t blame you if you left me.”

  The tears start flowing and I kiss them away, the best I can. “Stop saying things like that. I’d never leave you. You are my heart, my soul, my life.”

  The tears continue and sobs begin as she loses all control. “I hate who I’ve become!”

  Hugging her, I can feel her body tense
up with another pain and I rub her shoulders as I hum into her ear. “Everything is fine. Everything will be alright soon, baby.”

  She groans with the pain and I find my heart hurting so much, I think it might break free from my chest. As God as my witness, I will never do this to her again!

  Is there a chance in hell she will ever forgive me for doing this to her…?

  Chapter 8

  CAMILLA

  The sirens stop as the ambulance pulls into the ER parking lot. “We’ve made it, baby!” Cyprian says as the paramedics hop out the back of the ambulance they put me in only half an hour ago.

  “We have,” I say with relief. “I thought I was going to have this baby in here.”

  They take the gurney out and I find myself being moved into the hospital at top speed. I have no idea what the rush is now. They started an IV and I have some morphine coursing around in my veins, bringing me more relief than I’ve had since I can recall.

  Cyprian is right next to me, holding my hand and running along with the two men who came to get me. I see my doctor coming into the hallway with blue scrubs on. She gives Cyprian a serious look. “Get inside and let the nurse scrub you up. We’re going to have to do the C-Section.”

  “What? Why?” he asks as I watch one of the paramedics hand over my chart.

  He looks at my husband and says, “We lost the baby’s heartbeat about ten minutes ago.”

  The morphine is suddenly gone in an instant as I shriek, “No!”

  “Just stay calm, Camilla,” my doctor directs me. “This happens, I just need to get you into surgery and get this baby out of you.”

  Cyprian is frozen as he looks at me. Then he bolts to my side and kisses me hard on the mouth. “I’ll be with you. I’ll be there for him when they take him out. Don’t worry.”

  “I have to worry!” I shout then find them moving me into a dimly lit room and a mask is placed over my face. The last thing I see is Cyprian and he’s smiling at me.