She jumped from the bed. Pulling her tunic top over her head, he dropped it to her feet and then unhooked the back of her white silk bra. When her breasts were free, he ran his thumbs over her erect nipples. While he tugged her scrub pants down her hips, her hands went to his shoulders, trying to keep her balance.
Tossing her pants aside, he ran his fingers over the elastic waistband of her beige cotton panties. “I will take you shopping for appropriate underwear and bras. I like silk, lace, and thongs.”
“Thongs aren’t comfortable. They ride up my butt.”
“They’re not for your comfort, Sam. They’re for me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll wear thongs.”
Smiling, he lowered her underwear to her ankles. “You are never to argue with me when I want something for you.”
He gazed down her naked body, relishing the anticipation of being inside her.
“Can’t we negotiate on some things?”
“Never on clothes.” Sebastian turned away from her and headed to the bathroom.
“Where are you going?”
Shaking his head at her incessant questions, he chalked up her sudden loquaciousness to nerves. He stepped into his bathroom and snapped up a plush white towel from the shelf by the shower stall. Stuffing the towel under his arm, he went to a drawer in his vanity cabinet. He hesitated over the open drawer.
Angry at his lingering doubt, he snapped up three packages of condoms from the drawer and clenched them in his fist. Before leaving the bathroom, he shoved the condoms into the front pocket of his trousers.
He unfurled the towel on the bed and made sure to spread the ends out evenly. He noted how she was gazing anxiously at the towel. “You can still change your mind.”
Still staring at the towel, she shook her head. “No. I don’t want to change my mind.”
Kissing her forehead, he ordered, “Get on the bed.”
While Sam scooted back on the bed, he reached into his pocket and tossed the condom packages next to her.
Sam picked up one of the foil packages. “Do you keep a ready supply of these things?”
He refrained from answering. With his eyes on her, he removed his watch and set it on the bedside table. Then he lowered his zipper and pushed his pants and briefs around his ankles. Stepping out of his clothes he moved to the bed, keenly aware of her eyes on his erection.
“What do I do?” she asked while he climbed on top of her.
“Just relax.”
Kissing her cheek, his lips eased around to her mouth. Her kiss started out as tentative, but as he dipped his tongue into her, her body relaxed. His hand gently made its way along her right breast, and then slid between her legs. She was so wet, but he knew better than to take her yet.
He began teasing her clit with his index finger. When she arched beneath him, he sucked hard on her right nipple. She was responding to him, moving rhythmically with his hand. Sebastian could feel his cock throbbing for her, desperate to bury itself in her tight flesh.
She rose and fell beneath him in waves as her climax drew near. He knew what she felt like when she came, and he waited for the tension to grip her muscles, bending her like steel beneath a blowtorch. That’s what she reminded him of at times: one of the great steel ships in his fleet. Gliding on a smooth blue ocean, she seemed impenetrable until a storm came along and tested her strength. He was that storm.
The bucking of her hips let him know she was ready. Kissing away her cry as the orgasm seared through her, he kneeled between her legs, dipping his fingers into her, wanting to test her wetness.
Sitting back on the bed, Sebastian reached for a condom and deftly slipped it over his erection. Gazing down at her, he saw one curious blue eye watching his every move.
“I’ll teach you how to do this. We’ll always use condoms for birth control until you can get on the pill.”
She sat up on her elbows. “I’ve never seen a man put one on before.”
He climbed back on top of her. “You’ll enjoy doing it.” He kissed her lips. “Now put your hands on my shoulders.”
In that instant, he saw it. The slightest suggestion of panic in her eyes, as if the eventuality of what they were going to do had finally hit her. Kissing her again, he tried to distract her with his tongue as he lifted her hips into position. Pulling away his mouth at the last second, he bit down on her neck as he thrust into her.
God, she was so tight. He pushed deeper, feeling her flesh spread open for him.
Sam cried out and dug her nails into his shoulders. Sebastian knew then. She had been a virgin all along. She shuddered as he pulled out and drove deep into her again. He kissed her cheek and thought he tasted salty tears.
Easing back from her embrace, he examined her face. “Are you all right?”
She nodded and wiped a hand over her eyes. “It hurts.”
“You were a virgin.”
She kissed his cheek. “Thank you for making this special.”
The words punched a hole in his heart. What had he done? Wanting to forget about the moment, Sebastian blocked out the tenderness closing in around him, and instead rammed into her. He wanted to enjoy being inside her, enjoy dominating her.
As his excitement began to build, he could feel the change in her. She relaxed against him, and her hips started rocking in time with his, turning him on.
When his cock bulged with cum, he slammed into her. Grunting into her neck, he shuddered.
Sebastian was holding her in his arms, catching his breath as she nuzzled his neck. When he looked into her eyes, Sam was smiling. Brushing a few strands of brown hair from her cheek, she let out a slow, satisfied breath.
“I’m glad I was a virgin for you.”
“Me too.” He rolled over to his side and pulled her against him. “Now we can have fun.”
* * *
Sebastian didn’t know how long he had been holding her before he sensed the steady rise and fall of her chest. Brushing his fingers against her temple, she didn’t move. Slowly easing her out of his arms, he gently rolled her on her side. Inching back, he spotted the towel still partially beneath her. He grabbed the edges and pulled it out from under her.
The bloodstain on it made him feel guilty as shit. He should have left her for another, a man with better intentions. Balling up the towel in his hands, he climbed from the bed. After he tossed the towel into his bathroom sink, he headed for the door. He needed a drink.
In the kitchen, he retrieved the bottle of vodka from the countertop, hoping to cut the sting of his guilt. He hadn’t expected taking her virginity would have been so tough for him. There were moments when he almost changed his mind. Almost. He wasn’t a fool. She was ripe for the picking and she wanted him, two quintessential components for choosing a sub. That she had been inexperienced didn’t matter. It would make her easier to train. She was a blank canvas waiting to be painted. His masterpiece.
As he inspected the bottle of vodka in his hand, he flashed ahead to all the things he would teach Sam. There was something about seeing a sub do something new for the first time that had always thrilled him. Like the first time he had taken Kimberly’s ass. God, that had been a hell of a night. He thought ahead to taking Sam’s ass, and the thrill he would get easing into her for the first time.
Yeah, this could be good for me. Just what I need.
He filled an old-fashioned glass with vodka. After dumping a few ice cubes in with his drink, he slammed back the alcohol, craving the burn it would create in his stomach.
Wincing as the liquid worked its way down, he sighed.
A virgin.
He had never had one of those before. In all his experiences with women, none had come to him so innocent. Most had been trained by other Doms, making his job easier, but not exciting. Sam excited him. She awakened that long lost feeling of conquest in him. He had felt it first in his business, and then when his work had run more to the day-to-day, he had sought his kicks somewhere else. Thank God he had run into Mabel
and her fancy club on First Street.
The place where wealthy men could partake of the Dom lifestyle and find women trained to be subs had been perfect for him. After a while, that thrill had faded and he sought adventure elsewhere. Then he had met Kimberly.
He flashed back to the showing for Ren Plancharde at a fancy art gallery in the city. He had spotted the leggy blonde with the killer smile across the gallery floor. She had made him ache from the moment he laid eyes on her. A member of the Corde Noire Society, Kimberly introduced him to a lifestyle without limits and without rules. He had been enthralled. It was like playing on the high-wire without a net. The rush was incredible.
Rolling around the ice cubes in his drink, he recalled those first few months with Kimberly. After she left him, he had sought solace with other women introduced to him by the Corde Noire Society, but none had held his interest for very long. Kimberly had been the most entertaining. The most adventurous.
How long do you think this one will last?
The voice was cold and cruel, just like his old man. Slamming his glass on the countertop, he searched the kitchen with his bitter eyes.
“You like this, don’t you, Jack? Like father, like son, eh?”
He half expected his old man to answer. From the day he had taken over the penthouse, he had sensed his father’s presence. That Sam had felt it too filled him with relief. He wasn’t crazy after all.
Sebastian’s thoughts drifted back to Sam sleeping in his bed. He needed to fuck her again. Make sure she was broken in, so her real training could begin.
Back in the bedroom, he stood in the doorway and watched her sleep. Ambling toward the bed, he admired the innocence in her face. A minister’s daughter was now his sub. There was a subtle irony in that. As if God was giving his approval.
Sam stirred and opened her eyes. Seeing him sitting next to her on the bed, she smiled.
“What time is it?”
“Late,” he told her, climbing back in bed.
When he nestled in next to her, he put his arms around her. “How do you feel?”
“Sore,” she mumbled into his chest.
He eased her head up. “That’s normal.” He kissed her lips. “The worst is over.”
She blushed and lowered her eyes. “You would think being a nurse I should know something about all of this.”
“I don’t think they teach you this sort of thing in nursing school. No one teaches us about how sex feels between a man and a woman.”
She tapped little kisses along his neck. He liked that … it made him want her again. When she nipped the flesh at the base of his neck, he decided that was enough.
Flipping her onto her stomach, he moved in behind her hips and lifted her on all fours. He loved her smooth, supple ass. Giving into his urge, he slapped her butt and she squealed.
“We’re going to try another position.”
Already she was grinding her hips against his hand and getting wet for him. He dipped three fingers into her, spreading her apart. She sucked in a breath as he pushed his fingers deeper.
“Relax for me.” He slid his thumb across her clit. “You’re awfully tight.”
He kept stimulating her, trying to get her to loosen up, but it wasn’t working. He figured she was afraid of it hurting again. He had seen the same thing when he had fucked Kimberly up the ass for the second time. She had been afraid of the pain of the first time. Sighing with frustration—he really wanted to get inside her—he lowered his head to her ass and spread her butt cheeks apart. He licked her, and she moaned for him. That was better. His tongue ran down to her clit.
He stretched for a condom on the night table to the side of the bed. Taking his mouth away for long enough to tear open the condom package, he worked the rubber from the foil pack and with one hand rolled it over his erection. She was rocking now; moaning with the orgasm he was sure was working its way up her insides. But he wasn’t going to let her come. This time, he was going to have his pleasure before she had hers.
Tearing his mouth away, he caressed her folds, keeping her distracted. While pressing his finger into her clit, he spread her folds apart. The instant he penetrated her, she tensed.
“Easy, baby.”
She relaxed, and then he thrust into her wet flesh.
She whimpered beneath him. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her back. “Move with me. Move your hips in time with mine.”
He began rhythmically moving inside her and she started rocking with him. “That’s it.”
He pushed deeper than he had gone before. “Good girl.” He kissed her neck. “It’s getting better, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Sir, Sam. From now on, it’s always Sir.”
Holding her close, he deepened his thrusts, convinced she could handle it. Before long, he was slamming into her, and she was meeting his thrusts with her own.
“Harder,” she murmured.
Sebastian let go and gave her everything he had been holding back. He rammed into her, and her gasps of delight only aroused him further. She was bucking beneath him by the time that urge for release was climbing from his groin. When he finally came, it was the most intense it had been in a very long time.
Breathing hard into her back, Sebastian rolled to his side, taking her slim body with him to the bed. She was giggling and holding on to his arms.
“That was a lot better.”
He breathed in the almond scent of her hair. “Yes, it was.”
She rolled around in his arms. “Will it always be that intense?”
Sebastian kissed her nose, treasuring her innocent enthusiasm. “Yes, always.”
In his heart, he hoped it would be true, even though his head knew he was lying. The intensity always faded with time—no matter how much he had tried to keep it alive with his subs. As he held her, Sebastian secretly yearned for a different outcome with Sam. She wasn’t cut out for the kind of life he wanted for her. That realization, more than taking her virginity, made him feel like a complete bastard.
The next morning, Sebastian was the first one up. After he checked his watch on the bedside table, he eyed her sleeping on her side, her hands tucked under her chin. Why was she so adorable to him? Like a little girl in a woman’s body. Pushing his feelings aside, he thought of the day ahead and the list of things he needed to do to get her settled in.
Walking across his bedroom, he glanced through his long picture window at the rising sun over the New Orleans skyline. Snatching his thick blue robe from a hook in his bathroom, he slipped into the hall, making sure to quietly close the bedroom door behind him.
In the kitchen, he set the coffeemaker and then headed back upstairs. Before returning to his bedroom, he went to his office directly across the hall. At his wide walnut desk, he checked his itinerary for the day and turned on his laptop.
He spent a few minutes catching up on emails, but his mind wasn’t on work—it was on her.
Damn! I can’t get her out of my system.
Walking back into the bedroom, he sat down on the bed, and before nudging her, kissed her cheek.
“Sam,” he softly said, shaking her shoulder.
Her blue eyes popped open and her smile roused thoughts of a thousand lurid things he wanted to do to her.
“It’s time to get up,” he cajoled. “I have to get to work, and you need to return to your apartment so you can pack your things.”
She sat up in the bed, inspecting his blue robe. “Am I moving in with you today?”
He rubbed his hand across the dark stubble on his chin. “We need to start your training. Besides, I don’t want you spending one more day in that haunted apartment.”
She dropped her eyes to the bed. “Are you sure you want me to move in with you? Might be hard to explain a nurse, who talks to the dead, to your friends.”
Sebastian lifted her head. “I’m not ashamed of your gift, Sam. It’s who you are.” He stood up. “And I don’t have any friends, none of consequence, anyway.” He t
ook her hand and pulled her out of bed. “We need to shower and have some coffee before we go over my plans.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He turned her toward the bathroom and playfully slapped her behind. “Get moving.”
Following her into the bathroom, Sebastian went to the shower stall and set the cascade of water to warm. He was retrieving a washcloth from the shelf outside of the shower when she ambled up to the vanity, yawning. Resting her hip against the countertop, she spied the blood-stained towel.
He pulled her to his side. “That’s behind you, Sam. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Beneath the cascade of water together, Sebastian ran the soapy washcloth over her shoulders, chest, and back. He slipped the washcloth between her thighs, and Sam winced as he washed her folds.
“Are you still sore?”
She nodded. “A little.”
Spinning her around, he moved on to her ass. Sebastian took a little extra time with her wonderful butt, feeling the firm shape of it in his hands. Tempted to tease her, he ran his finger between her cheeks.
She careened her head around. There was fear in her eyes and then it dissolved.
He handed her the washcloth. “Have you ever bathed a man?”
She laughed; not her usual giggle, but an adult-sounding laugh. “I’m a nurse, Sebastian. I’ve washed plenty of men.”
While the warm water beat against her pale skin, she took the washcloth and stepped up to him. Sebastian liked the way the water beaded on her small breasts and shoulders. When she put the washcloth on his chest, he could see her eyes examining his ripped abdomen and broad shoulders.
He directed the washcloth to his cock. “I meant like this.”
She tilted forward as he pulled her hand. He closed his hands over hers, rubbing the washcloth up and down his shaft.
“You ever give a man a hand job?”
“My old boyfriend, Phil, always wanted hand jobs.”
“And blow jobs?”
She shook her head. “I wouldn’t do those.”
He took her wet hair in his fist and pulled her head back to face him. “You will for me.”
Her hands worked the washcloth over his shaft and around to his balls. He was getting excited. Sebastian would want more from her if this went too far. His discipline kicked in. He had to get to work.
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