“Soon. I’m not done exploring you yet.”
Drake positioned himself on top of her. He kissed her again, then moved south and rained kisses on her breasts. He kept moving down, kissing her stomach more until he reached the juncture of her legs.
Sabrina stayed completely still as he gazed at her wetness. He leaned forward almost imperceptibly until his mouth was touching her, and she felt him circle his tongue around where his fingers had just been. Sabrina knew that she was going to go over the edge soon, could feel the ripples of pleasure taking over. As his tongue worked its magic, she felt his fingers slide inside of her again. As he stroked her on the inside and the outside, she finally lost all control and let the spasms rocket through her body. It felt like her whole body had been waiting for this exact moment since the first time she laid eyes on Drake. These feelings felt completely foreign to her, but she knew she wanted more. As her orgasm faded, she realized that Drake was moving up her body the same way he moved down it, by planting kisses on her stomach, then her breasts, then her mouth.
As he kissed her, she felt his hardness against her thigh. Sabrina reached down to stroke him again. After a few moments, he asked her to stop so he could put a condom on. He reached down to his pants and pulled out his wallet, deftly opening the foil package and sliding it on. As he was doing that, she stroked his chest and kissed it all over. After the condom was in place, he shifted on top of her so that he his hands were supporting most of his body weight under his straightened arms. She looked straight into his eyes and guided his cock toward her wetness. As soon as the tip slid in, he stopped. Sabrina didn’t know how he was able to stay under control like that, because she was more than ready to take all of him. She knew it might hurt, but she needed to feel all of him.
“Is this what you want?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said as she lifted her hips. Almost as soon as she moved, he eased all the way inside of her, filling her up completely before pulling almost all the way out.
“I can’t believe how good you feel. I could do this all night.”
Sabrina wanted to tell him she felt the same way, but suddenly he was moving again and all thought processes stopped. There was a little pain, but at the same time she could feel her body stretching to accommodate him. Soon all she could do was revel in the feelings he was creating inside her body as he thrust in and out, varying his pace and how deep he went. She could hardly believe this was happening. After a few shocked minutes, she found herself meeting him thrust for thrust. Finally, she placed her hands on his buttocks and pressed him deep inside of her. That movement ignited something internally again, and she felt herself ready to come. She couldn’t help but say his name.
“Drake. I’m…You’re…Oh…” She couldn’t finish a complete sentence before she felt herself tighten around him as her second orgasm ripped through her. She couldn’t believe it, but it felt even better than the first one. A few moments later, Drake stiffened on top of her.
“I’m going to come. Jesus. You feel so good. Don’t stop. You’re so wet, and I can feel you clench around me….”
He thrust one more time and looked directly into her eyes as his body shuddered above her. After a few moments, he sighed and was completely still.
“That was incredible,” Drake said as he looked at her from above, making no move to get off her.
“Yes, it was. Thank you. I’m glad that I waited until now to have sex.” She felt completely relaxed, like she could fall asleep any moment. The cool air and the absolute silence of the ocean around her were hypnotic.
“Wait. What did you just say? This was your first time?” Drake asked in a strangled voice.
Sabrina realized what she just admitted to her boss and swallowed nervously.
“Yes. Is that a problem? I mean, I’ve had opportunity before. I just never felt like going through with it.” She couldn’t help it; once she started talking, she couldn’t stop. She told him a little bit about her childhood and why she wanted to avoid the traps her mother fell into. Finally she realized that Drake was very quiet, so she stopped talking and just lay beside him, soaking in his proximity. A few minutes later, she fell asleep.
****
Drake couldn’t help but wonder what possessed him to make love to Sabrina. The risks were huge. He realized that the other employees on board could find them. He also realized that he was breaking his own rules. He thought he would feel guilty or strange, but he didn’t feel either of those. Instead, he felt calm. The turmoil he’d been experiencing in recent months had disappeared. He almost wanted to laugh, but realized that Sabrina was asleep. Drake decided he could catch a little shut-eye and then get them back to their respective cabins in an hour or two. As he lay beside her and watched her sleep, he felt happy. He decided not to worry about what happened between the two of them or how it would impact their relationship in the future. He was just going to let the chips fall where they may and hope for the best. They were both consenting adults, and they’d done nothing wrong. Drake found himself wondering how she would feel in the morning. He sure as hell hoped she wouldn’t regret what happened. He couldn’t help but grin as sleep overtook him.
****
When Sabrina opened her eyes the next morning, she wondered if she had dreamt last night. She barely remembered waking up just before dawn broke and stumbling down to her bed after hastily pulling her robe on. But she did remember the events prior to that in fine detail. She slept with a man. A gorgeous man. Who just happened to be her boss. And he was her first. Is that what she’d been missing all those years? Wow.
But now what? Could she act normal around him now? Was it going to be weird? Sabrina decided to clean up and grab some breakfast and coffee. Maybe some of this confusion would clear up after some bacon and a jolt of caffeine.
Thirty minutes later, Sabrina made her way into the kitchen. Elle was at the cooktop, and the scent of the bacon and eggs on the griddle made Sabrina’s mouth water. Drake was sitting at the table, reading a magazine. He looked directly at her and smiled a slow, easy smile, causing her stomach to jump a little.
“Good morning. Would you care for some breakfast? I’ve got fresh coffee brewed as well as orange juice and bagels,” Elle said.
“Yes, yes, and yes,” Sabrina said with a smile.
Drake raised his eyebrow and gave her a knowing look. “Good morning. How did you sleep?”
“Very well, thank you. I wish I could sleep like that every night,” she said.
“Perhaps you can,” Drake said enigmatically.
The other men joined them a few moments later, and for the rest of the day she and Drake didn’t have a chance to have any privacy. Sabrina was almost relieved about that. She realized he was probably going to tell her it was a one-time deal, but until he said that she could pretend that it meant something to him—that she meant something to him. She knew about his reputation. But there was still a little part of her that wondered if he felt the heat between them like she did.
A few hours later, the boat made its way into the marina. Sabrina made sure she had all of her belongings and decided that she was going to be the first one off the yacht. She made some excuse about having plans for the evening and made her way off the ship after thanking the captain, Brian, and Elle for their hospitality. She shook Drake’s hand and looked him in the eyes as she told him goodbye, willing herself to smile. As she drove away from the marina, she replayed the events in her mind and wondered if it was as good for him as it was for her.
****
Drake usually stayed on the yacht for an hour or two after they reached the marina, but today he couldn’t. It felt empty, even with the crew on board. He finally realized that it felt empty because Sabrina wasn’t around. He missed her beautiful curves, that ready smile, and her sharp mind. The longer he thought about it, the more he decided that it was time to throw caution to the wind. He didn’t want any more empty conquests or dates that were really just photo ops for the society pages. He wanted somethin
g real, someone he could count on. He wanted Sabrina. He needed her.
When he got to her apartment building and knocked on the door, the thought that she may not feel the same struck him. Maybe she just used him because she wanted to finally lose her virginity? He knew he had a reputation—maybe she was counting on that? Just as those thoughts ran through his head, she opened the door.
“Look, I—”
“I’m so glad—”
Both of them started talking at the same time. Sabrina looked at him shyly. “You first,” she said.
“I don’t know how to say this. I’m in uncharted territory. So I’m going to be honest with you,” Drake said as he looked into her eyes. She seemed to retreat a little bit, and he realized that his words were all wrong. He took a deep breath and tried again.
“I have been attracted to you since the first day we met. What happened last night was incredible. And I want to do that again.” He reddened. “But not just that. I want more than that. I guess I want you to know that I think we have something. And I’d like to see where it leads. If you do, that is.” Drake wondered if he was making any sense at all. He could run a business with no problem, but matters of the heart were a mystery to him.
“I—look. You don’t have to say that just because I told you that I’d never had sex before. I don’t want you to feel obligated or weird or feel sorry for me—”
“What? No. Why would I feel that way? I like you for you. Not because of your sexual history, or lack thereof.” He couldn’t help but smile as he said that, because he knew it was true. Sabrina was what he had been looking for all along.
“Well, in that case, you better be prepared. Because I have a lot of missed time to make up for. And there isn’t anyone else I want to spend that time with other than you. But maybe we can try out an actual bed,” Sabrina said with a smile. “You might as well come in and make yourself comfortable, because this might take a while.”
“I like the sound of that,” he said as he took her into his arms and kissed her.
The End
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VIRGIN UNBOUND
Copyright© 2013
Persephone Jones
Chapter One
University of Houston, Texas, Winter Term
Student # 8822664455
Sexuality in Literature 6699
Final Exam December 2013
I call him The Dark Stranger. How he takes possession of me is testament to his power and skill. Only after he has me where he wants me do I realize how much thought he’s put into my abduction. I should be frightened, but instead, I’m impressed. Stealing a woman off the streets without being seen is difficult. Especially for the illicit purposes that drive this man.
He has planned everything down to the finest detail. The time of day, the setting, the method of capture. The cabin awaits our arrival, its location known only to him, off the beaten path, surrounded by the thickest forest, inhabited by silent creatures, all of whom conspire to keep his plans secret.
Though bound at the wrists and ankles, my sense of self-respect demands that I try to escape. But it won’t do any good. He is quicker and stronger than I am, fueled with anger at my disobedience. As resolute as I am to get away, he is all the more driven to get me back. My fear cannot compete with his determination.
The truth is, I want him to catch me, punish me for even thinking I might get away. Betrayed by the traitorous thicket that delays my escape, I push through the dense woods as he closes the distance between us. This is his dominion, and I am a foreigner here. At a thorny impasse, I stumble and fall. A predator going in for the kill, he approaches me with an air of omnipotence, soaking in his victory. His towering shadow looms over me, the blackened emptiness of his eyes disarms me.
Captive reacquired, he throws me caveman-style over his broad shoulder and like the ferryman of Hades, carries me over the threshold of his domain. He plops me down, and I feel the unforgiving wooden floor beneath me. I crawl on my muddy hands and knees to a rug in front of a blazing fire, comforted by the warmth I do not feel from my aloof captor.
He leaves the room but only for a moment. When he returns, he approaches me with a purposeful stride. A child on Christmas morning, his hands rip and tear at my clothes as though I am a present he can no longer wait to open. I stand nude before him, more naked than I have ever been. His eyes like a pair of ravenous wolves roam my shivering form as if he could devour me in one bite.
The manner in which he takes hold of me conveys to me he is unmistakably in control. I am a doll, limp in his grasp, and I go where he takes me. Like an electrical current, his command races from his tight grip on my arm throughout my entire body as he walks me into a small room in the back of the cabin and tosses me onto the bed.
With one hand on the back of my neck, he holds me down and kicks my feet apart. My heart pounds with a heady mixture of anticipation and dread. Something slices the air behind me, and the flesh of my backside goes up in flames. Taken by complete surprise, I cry out and blush a deep crimson. He swats my ass over and over until I am whimpering with humiliation.
But there’s something else. Deep within my core, I feel a part of me untouched until this moment become dislodged from the rest of me and it is here, on this tiny untamed island within myself, where my newfound desire is born. That something else is lust. As my legs fold in modesty, he taps the inside of one of my feet, ordering me to spread them wider. Using the index finger on his free hand, he traces a path along my spine all the way down to my warm, stinging red bottom, between my pussy lips where I coat his fingers with my nectar. He puts it to his nose. I can’t see him, but I hear his deep inhale and the masculine tremor that follows.
Fueled by a carnal fire, my captor pulls me upright, spins me around and pushes me down on the bed. The mattress absorbs the impact of my fall, but my breasts sway on my chest and my legs flail, giving him a quick peek-a-boo glance of my pussy. Despite the fact that I can’t see his eyes, I can feel his dark gaze on me, admiring his work. Reeling from his rough handling, I have little time to react as he swings a leg over and straddles me at the waist. At this angle, he is huge, all brawn and power, as he binds my wrists above my head with a heavy chain wrapped around the thick wooden headboard. For the first time, I lock my eyes with his. Or where his eyes would be if they weren’t hidden. They are as mysterious as the rest of him, his motives included. I look up and see the bed frame is fashioned from oak trees, the canopy shaped with leafy branches like something out of a fairy tale.
I watch his fingertips kiss the skin of my inner thighs. Seductively, he runs them just outside my outer pussy lips and upwards, tickling the soft strip of hair above the hood of my clit and back down again, touching me without making full contact. He does this until I am beside myself with arousal, soaked in liquid heat, aching like a sore. I feel my spine arch upward towards him as if conjured to life by a necromancer.
A scream on the tip of my tongue, I nearly faint when he plunges his fingers inside me. There is no hitch, no drag, no part of me that doesn’t welcome him. In slow, rhythmic back and forth motions, the dark stranger lays my self-control to waste, the walls of my pussy taking more and more of him as he nudges against the resilient flesh of my hymen. Each twisting thrust goes a little farther. Like a cave diver in search of a pearl, he goes deeper and deeper. A part of me prays he is preparing my body for his. In this moment, I am truly captive, trapped like the princess in the tower, locked behind a small door of flesh, waiting for the right man to tear past the briars and rescue the wanton woman beneath.
Caught up in a marriage of pain and pleasure, I cry out and rail against my restraints. The scant trace of blood like an exclamation point on his fingertips brings my captor’s body to rest beside me. Drifting in and out of blissful consciousness, I am only vaguely aware that he takes a soft, damp cloth to clean me, the warmth soothing the tendern
ess between my thighs. He covers us with a soft blanket, and I sink into the contours of his masculine form. My eyes, too heavy to remain open, finally shut out the firelight and I sleep. The Dark Stranger never leaves my side.
I wake to the most delicious sensation. The Dark Stranger is awake and between my legs. Hands clasped firmly on my inner thighs, he presses them as far apart as they will go as he brushes his face against my pussy. He has stubble gracing the skin above his lip, cheeks and chin. It hurts and tickles at the same time, the sensations anchoring me solidly in reality. This is no dream. The warm velvet of his tongue paints my labia up and down, circles and teases my clit, a maddening randomness I can’t grasp. As if on remote control an invisible spring inside me coils and releases with every caress. Within minutes, I am flushed with heat, slick with sweat and moaning. There is nothing as wonderful and torturous as this bliss. I look down, and he pulls me against him, as if drawing my soul out of my pussy with his mouth. The palms of his hands smooth a path over my hips, my abdomen to my breasts where he fashions them to hardened points with a sculptor’s gift. He kneads, twists and tugs on them until I feel I might abandon my body to escape the barrage of undiluted pleasure.
Even though I know better than to make demands, I beg him to take me. I could never be more ready than at this moment. Everything in me wants to be lost in him, this male phantom. A river of teardrops sears my temples and pools in my ears. My body is in agony and his complete touch, his total union with mine is the only cure.
The Dark Stranger sits upright and rubs the bulge at his crotch clearly outlined behind the fly of his black jeans. He unbuckles his belt and unzips himself, his beautiful male flesh spilling out. Positioned between my legs, he braces himself above me and moves against me. I feel the weight of him, my legs folded outside his thighs. His cock, thick and erect, kisses my depths as his hips work in and out like his fingers but undeniably better. The walls of my pussy widen to accommodate him like a small, eager mouth. My arousal, viscous and plentiful, coats his girth and eases the friction of his seductive undulations. Our dance causes the bed to groan beneath us, an erotic song for the dark stranger and me.
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