Dirty Little Virgin: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  Taking my hand, he leaves a kiss on top of it. “I think we should FaceTime the kids when we get through with dinner. We promised we’d do that for them every single day, you know.”

  “When we talked to them yesterday, they didn’t seem to give a crap that we were even gone.” I notice the pot with our lobsters is about to boil over and have to leave the comfort of Pierce’s arms to turn the heat down. “My parents certainly know how to spoil them when we take our once a year, week-long anniversary vacation.”

  “That they do,” he agrees as he goes to the fridge to take out the salad we made earlier. Placing it on the table, he looks around the cabin we came to when we first met. “The landlord sure is doing an excellent job of keeping this place up.”

  “Do you ever think about buying it from him, Pierce? You know, since it’s such a chore having the playroom equipment brought in and out for our stay.” Checking on our dinner, I see the shellfish are growing red and have stopped moving about. Thankful for their quick demise, I return the lid to its proper place and find my husband has his arms around me from behind once again.

  The man can’t seem to get enough of me!

  “I should think about it, shouldn’t I?” he asks me, then runs his fingers through my hair as his lips caress my neck. “But then I think you and I would keep finding reason after reason to make visits to our little cabin. And that would take time away from the little family we’ve started.” His hands move to run over my stomach. “And I’d like to get another bun in that oven ASAP.”

  “I know you do.” I turn in his arms and wrap mine around him. “And so do I. But I think we could use a get-away more than just once a year. Making our plans for our scenes is the highlight of my year.”

  “Funny, I thought acting out the actual scenes was the highlight of your year, baby.” His mouth closes over mine, thrusting his masterful tongue into my mouth, overtaking it, making it yield to his.

  We moan as our kiss grows. Our hands move over each other and then sound of the lobster pot boiling over intervenes, ending our kiss.

  With quick movements, Pierce grabs the pot holders and moves the pot off the hot burner. “Damn these things. Let’s get this dinner over with so I can take you to the playroom. I can’t wait to see your ass up in the sling.”

  My cheeks heat with a little bit more than embarrassment as my husband talks about tying me up. Desire burns in them as well. We’ve spent the last month honing the scene to perfection. We’ll practice it this week, getting me prepared to take all he hands out. Then we’ll perform it at the club. We’re seasonal members at The Dungeon of Decorum.

  Never in my wildest dreams did I foresee this in my future. I was going to be a writer, and that was that. Most likely I’d spend my time alone as I wrote my stories. But that all changed when Pierce came for me.

  We were married only six months after his arrival in North Wales. He bought an estate outside of London. My parents moved into the smaller home on the property. They actually fell in love with Pierce just as easily as I had.

  It took no time at all for us to be ready to add to our family. Little Sarah was our first; only a bit over a year after we were married, our baby girl came along. Two years later, we had her a brother, Johnathon. Then we decided to give a bit of space between them and the next addition to our growing family.

  With this anniversary, we’re tossing the birth control aside and letting nature take its course. So we’ll see what’s in store for us parentally in the next few months, I suppose.

  With the kids, and being the wife of a very busy man, one would think my goals would have suffered. And they have, somewhat. I’ve only been able to get out a book a year. I’d wanted to get them out faster; three a year was my initial goal.

  Oddly enough, it was Pierce who taught me how to schedule my time to include work and family. It was a thing he had to master before we were married. He wasn’t about to marry me and have kids if he couldn’t figure out how to give us the kind of attention we would need.

  Giving up the office in the Portland office, Pierce made a home office for himself. He does most things through the Internet, only having to go to Portland when board meetings occur that he has to make an appearance at.

  Pierce has become quite the professional time manager for our entire family. We run on strict schedules, except when we take our once a year vacation as a couple. Then and only then does he allow time to flow at its own pace, and we go along with it.

  “I forgot to melt the butter, Jade!” he calls out to me as I put the salad on the table.

  “I’ll do that while you cut open the lobsters.” I hurry to get the butter and get it all going as Pierce finds the scissors. “You know, darling, going out for dinner on our anniversary is a thing we can do.”

  “Never,” he says with a grin. “We go out on so many occasions. I love to make our own meal and recall our time back then when we came to this place as near strangers to one another. You couldn’t cook a lick. And I didn’t think I could really love anyone. We both learned so much in this place. And preparing the meal is part of that.”

  A smile takes over my lips as I think about how sentimental my man is. Such a sweetheart he can be at times. And such a harsh, masterful man at other times.

  My pulse quickens as I think forward to our time in the playroom. A paddle will be used for the first time for me. And Pierce has found a sling that will hold me up. He’ll still use more rope to maneuver me the way he wants to, and I can hardly wait!

  “Butter, Jade,” he calls out as he places our lobster-filled plates on the table. “I’ll pour the wine, and you get that butter over here. My mouth is watering, and it’s not for the food!”

  I giggle as I hurry to pour the butter into a small dish we’ll share. “Are you trying to say that your mouth is watering over me, my dear?”

  As I place the butter on the table, I find myself being picked up. Pierce’s voice is gruff as he whispers, “Of course it’s watering over you. I’m about to torture your ass until you plead for mercy.” His growl sends shivers down my spine.

  And just like that, sweet Pierce is gone, and the animal in him has taken over. I foresee dinner being eaten quickly and my clothes being torn off me within minutes.

  Oh, my!

  Pierce

  I thought it’d be impossible to manage work and family, but I was so wrong. Then again, I have to thank Jade for being such a great partner in life. If it wasn’t for her and the way she makes things so damn easy, then I don’t think I could’ve ever figured it all out.

  Not only did I gain a wife, but we’ve made a couple of beautiful kids as well. And to think that I never even thought I could manage to have a girlfriend along with work!

  The way things have changed is remarkable. Jade has written five books, one each year. The first three were shaky, but the last two skyrocketed to best sellers, and they managed to drag the first three up with them.

  I’m the family time-management specialist. With that grueling chore, I’m the one who earns tons of frowns when I lay down the rules. Bedtimes for the kids earn me the most.

  And where Jade and her career are concerned, I get a lot of frowns from her agent and publicist. Those women almost detest me. Not that I care in the least. Jade is my priority. To me, she’s not only my wife but the mother of our kids as well. We come first, career comes second. That’s how I run my life as well.

  Jade and the kids are numero uno. I’ve made my company reschedule board meetings because of my kids’ birthdays and once because Jade had the flu. I wasn’t about to leave her while she was sick!

  So I follow the orders I make my family follow. I’m not above any of them. We’re all equals. And we all have the things we’re in charge of. Even the kids. Little things, of course. They can’t do a lot yet. But they need to know they have roles in the family too.

  I thought I’d have my work cut out for me with Jade’s parents. But they never blinked an eye when Jade and I let them know how things would
run in our home.

  Her parents live in the guest house on our estate. They know we value our privacy and are perfect at keeping to themselves and letting us maintain our family the way we see fit. In exchange for that respect, we allow them to spoil the kids rotten once a year, during our anniversary vacation. But things return to normal as soon as we get back home.

  That’s how things go for Jade and me as well. We allow ourselves the one week a year to go back to where we came from. Where our love was found. Where we began.

  Jade and I both get a bit giddy as we begin making our scene up a month before our anniversary. On the first day of September, every year, the heat starts to rise in our master bedroom back home.

  The planning is just as hot as the actual doing. And Jade has become magnificent at planning. She looks up all sorts of cool things, things that not only push her limits, but mine as well.

  She’s more than perfect for me, a bit of heaven, with a touch of hell. We’re perfect together, balancing one another in a way I didn’t know was possible.

  “I’m ready,” she calls out from the hallway where I told her to wait outside the playroom door for me.

  She wanted to surprise me with the outfit she found to wear, so she asked me to wait in the living room while she changed into it for our first practice run.

  Flipping the switch on as I enter the darkened hallway, I freeze when I see her kneeling on the floor. Her head is ducked submissively. Her hair is done in one long, ornate braid. I suck in my breath as I look at the red leather that’s barely covering her luscious body.

  Jade’s been subconscious about the small scar that runs just above her pubic mound. Sarah had to be delivered via emergency C-section when the cord came out before she did and her little head cut off her blood and oxygen supply. The leather covers Jade’s midsection completely. But it’s only straps everywhere else, from what it looks like.

  “Rise,” I tell her, as I want to see it all.

  She does as I say, keeping her head bent. The red leather straps are thin. Three of them cover her breasts, well, her nipples, anyway. And three more cover her pussy. They’ll be easily accessible, and I love how much thought she put into this piece.

  “You look hot as fuck, baby.”

  “Thank you, sir.” She smiles, but keeps her head bowed.

  I walk past her, going to the sling that’s hung from the beam in the playroom. I had one installed, as this thing hangs from one hook. I wanted to be certain it’d hold her weight without coming out of the ceiling.

  “Come, Jade.”

  She moves to me, and I pick her up, setting her in the material that’s much like that of a hammock, only it’s much smaller. Moving one hand over her left arm, I lift it up and place her wrist into the cuff I’ve attached. We want her hands immobilized.

  She waits patiently for me to secure her, then I do the same with her other hand. Her lips are quivering with nervous energy, and I stop and kiss them to take a bit away from her. She leans into my kiss, sending heat through me.

  Knowing that she’s a little afraid and a little anxious always gets to me in the best possible way. I end the kiss and pull her chin up to look at her. “Color, Jade.”

  “Green. I’m just so excited, is all. You know how I get in the beginning. All jittery, wondering if I can still take what I did last time and add to it a bit. My body seems to change a little each year.”

  “And always in great ways.” I place my palm on her left breast. A breast that has a tiny notch taken out of it where her doctor found a lump at the beginning of the year. We worried about it being cancer. We were all relieved when the lumpectomy came back negative.

  I lean over and kiss her sweet breast, then run my hand over it and look at it lovingly. How my heart stung when she told me she’d have to undergo surgery. My poor little Jade was so brave, and I was a mess inside but held it together on the outside not only for me but for her, the children, and her parents. I kept a brave face through it all. Privately, I broke down more than once and prayed for it not to be true.

  When my prayers were answered, I went to see her doctor by myself. I asked him about the things we’d done, like the nipple clamping, and asked if that might’ve caused the lump. He assured me it hadn’t, but told me that I should always be sure Jade’s not hurting when we use those things.

  Jade never keeps in any information about her pain. Honesty is the most important aspect of what we do, and she understands that. Anything that hurts past the count of ten is a thing we stop. I don’t mean to break her body, only to allow her to experience everything her body has to offer her, nothing more or less than that.

  “You don’t have to look like that, Pierce,” she whispers to me. “That’s all over. We came through it just fine, didn’t we?”

  “We did. You did, I mean,” I say as I move my eyes to meet hers.

  Her smile is warm as she says, “We did. I couldn’t have made it through all that with my sanity intact if you hadn’t been there for me through it all. My rock.”

  With a nod, I try to shake off the painful memory and move on with our scene. Running my hand along her left leg, I pull it out, straight. “And do you recall what our plan is for this leg, Jade?”

  “You’re to tie it out straight. Opening me up for you.” Her smile changes into one that’s a bit sinister as she holds her leg out straight and I go get the rope that will do that.

  Wrapping the soft rope around her ankle, I attach the other end to a hook I’ve put on the wall. The other leg will be held up and attached to the rope of the sling. With her tied up and helpless, I walk away from her, allowing her to experience the feeling of near weightlessness along with helplessness.

  The paddle, much like that of a ping pong paddle, is wrapped in burlap. The way she’s positioned leaves little room for thorough strikes. The burlap will add in a stinging sensation, something to help those endorphins get to work on her body.

  When I make my way back to her, I see tears have made their way down her cheeks that are now pink. “And those are for?”

  “For what I’ve suffered this past year. For how I made you all suffer with it as well. It’s hard for me to understand how people handle all that’s thrown at them. We had that little scare. What if something bigger comes along?”

  “Then we’ll handle that too.” Rubbing the paddle along the leg that’s strung up, I ask her, “That’s uncomfortable, isn’t it?”

  “It is,” she agrees. “Kind of scratchy, and it leaves my skin itching. The fact I can’t scratch it has me flustered already.”

  “Good.” I run it back down her leg, then over her pussy. “It’s good to know you aren’t in control of everything that happens to you. And it’s also good to know that you can take what’s making you uncomfortable and turn it all around. Now, how does it feel?”

  Rubbing her warm folds in a circular motion with the paddle, I watch her face go soft as she moans. “Good.”

  Then I smack her ass with it and she yelps. “Now?”

  “I kind of like the sensation it leaves behind. A slightly itchy feeling, but it’s stimulating as well.” She closes her eyes. “Can you give me another one?”

  With another smack, I listen to her moan, “And rub my pussy with it again, please.”

  I do as she’s asked and she moans softly, “Yes, this will work just fine.”

  With a laugh, I stop the stimulation as I think she could pop with just that. “Not so fast, baby.”

  “I know, I know,” she says, then sighs. “It’s so much better with build-up.”

  “That’s right. Your screams of pleasure are music to my ears. And I like my music loud and pounding.” Unable to resist with her in the position she’s in, I take my hard cock out of my loose-fitting slacks and run it around her pussy that’s already beginning to weep for me.

  “Oh, fuck, Pierce. Fuck me, please,” she begs as her eyes roll back.

  I push it into her with a few long, slow strokes. Looking up, I see her toes curling, a
nd it makes me smile. “You like being strung up like this, don’t you?”

  “I do,” she moans. “Your cock feels so amazing.”

  Pulling on one of the ropes, I pull her body to me, using it to make the strokes. Our flesh meets with a slapping sound and retreats with a soft suctioning sound. Watching my cock go in and out of her is mesmerizing. Her sweet juices are flowing nicely all over it.

  Fuck the plan for now; my mouth is watering for her. I pull out and kiss her vagina, thrusting my tongue into it, tasting her and groaning as I hold her by her waist to steady her for my attention.

  Her moans are fantastic as the ropes hold her tightly. She can’t do a thing but accept what I’m doing to her. The way she turns it all into pleasure is a gift not everyone has.

  Just as I feel her walls quivering, I stop and kiss her inner thighs as she makes a frustrated sound that makes me smile. No matter how long we’ve been doing things like this, she can’t ever seem to stop herself from groaning about it. She knows how much more she’ll feel when I do her body this way, after all.

  “Pierce, my God …”

  “Hush,” I whisper, a bit harshly. “Or I’ll be forced to put you in the cage.”

  I watch her eyes open as she looks at me. “I’ll be quiet. I wish I could resist begging, but I can’t.”

  “And that’s why I love you.” I kiss my way along her stomach until I get to her face and kiss her mouth, sharing her juices with her.

  This is going to be one hell of a fun week!

  Jade

  This year, we’ve decided to make a bit more of a show for the members of The Dungeon of Decorum. They seem to love us, as they clap and cheer as we enter the underground room they call the Dragon’s Lair. It’s ancient looking, with sconces on the rock walls that blaze with flames which are fueled by natural gas.

  Pierce and I requested this room to do our scene in. The club has added some features that we’ve worked into our scene. It’s not only mind blowing for me, but I think the other members will love it as well.

  Along with my red leather garb, Pierce has placed a thin leather collar around my neck, and he’s leading me with a matching leash. I walk tall and proud behind my man. Each step we take brings us closer to the stage, a place that has pillars of fire bursting up on each side of it.