Dirty Little Virgin: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  “Who says I’ll be there?” she remarks as we’re led to the table.

  I wait for her to sit down then I take my chair and move it a bit closer to hers. After the host leaves, I lean near her. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

  “I might have something else going on. I have no idea of what my future holds.” She picks up the menu and looks it over. Her eyebrows raise as her finger runs over the price of the first item on the menu. “Lord, these prices are ridiculous!”

  “Don’t even look at those prices. Order anything you want,” I say and run my hand over her smooth thigh. The red dress she has on is a little on the short side, showing off her long, tan legs. I kiss the patch of exposed flesh behind her ear as she has her hair up. “You’re looking delicious tonight, love. I can’t wait to get you back to our room.”

  “It’s not ours, Kip. It’s yours. Is that red-headed bimbo still lurking the halls, looking for you?” Her eyes never leave the menu and her tone is sharp.

  “If you’d like to stay somewhere else, we can,” I say and run my hand up high on her thigh, then dip my hand between her legs. “It’s whatever you want, baby.” My thumb grazes her clit over her lace panties.

  My roving hand has caught her attention, and she smiles despite herself. Her breath draws in slowly. “I don’t know what I want, if you want to hear the truth.”

  “Let me help you decide then.” I look over at the menu first. “You want to try the prime rib, and the other thing you want is me.”

  My thumb action has her attitude changing rapidly as she leans close to me. Her lips so close to mine I find myself leaning to touch them. “What makes you so sure?”

  “The fact I can feel your heart pounding in your chest from here. Your pupils are wide, taking me in, and your mouth is quivering and you want to kiss me so badly.” I press my thumb to her clit hard and stop rubbing.

  “Oh, Pop Rock, what are you doing to me?” Her lips touch mine for only a second and I just about fall apart.

  Then she pulls away from me and her hand takes mine away from her sweet spot. But she plants a kiss right in the middle of my palm before she places it on her thigh. “You need me to go a little slower, baby?” I ask.

  Quietly she answers, “I’d rather not have an orgasm before we even have appetizers.”

  “Your loss, sweetheart,” I say with a smile. “Maybe between the appetizers and the entrée we can see what we can get accomplished then.”

  She laughs and pushes at my chest. “You’re silly.”

  Her eyes dance with her light laughter and she looks around the elegant room. “Tell me, are the 5 star restaurants in L.A. better compared to this one.”

  “There are some a lot fancier. New York has the really fancy ones,” I say and run my hand up and down her thigh.

  Her eyes run back up to meet mine. “Can I tell you something?”

  “Anything,” I say and take her hand and place a kiss on it.

  “My parents really threw me back there. I feel like I’m in a Twilight Zone episode. Their actions and the car you bought, it’s a lot to take in, and it’s sort of unbelievable to me.”

  “The day comes when every parent lets their children go. It’s normal, natural, and healthy.” I kiss her cheek as I can’t seem to keep my lips off her for any length of time. “I told my father about you.”

  Her cheeks go a shade of crimson and she giggles. “No you did not!”

  I nod. “I did and he can’t wait to meet you. He told me to never let you go.”

  “Why do you suppose he’d say such a thing about a plain old girl like me?” she asks with a frown.

  “Please never think of yourself as a plain old girl, you are anything but that. And he said that because I’ve never told him I was in love with anyone before.” The waiter brings us the bottle of wine I chose before they sat us down and I taste it then give him a nod and he fills our glasses.

  “Are you ready to order?” he asks.

  “If you’re having trouble deciding, love, I can order for us both,” I say as I see Peyton get a bit of a panicked look on her sweet face. She gives me a nod and I proceed. “We’ll both have the White Lobster Bisque, then the Prime Ribeye Cap, and for dessert, the Passion Fruit Mousse.”

  He makes a slight bow and rushes off. Peyton watches him then giggles. “You think I’ll like any of that stuff? I mean, where was the chicken fried steak and cream gravy? I thought you said this place was top of the line?”

  Her thigh I give a squeeze. “It is. And you’ll love everything I ordered.”

  Her eyebrows lift. “We’ll see.”

  “So the car, love. Do you like it?” I ask and see her smile.

  “What’s not to like? It’s gorgeous and ultra-cool.” She makes a long pause and looks deep into my eyes. “Tell me why you want to give it to me, though. I mean the real reason.”

  “Don’t be mad,” I say and take her hand. “I know the words sound chauvinistic, but I don’t mean them that way. Not one bit. So please don’t give me any shit about this, promise.”

  She bites at her bottom lip then says, “Okay, I’ll try to get past the words, but try hard not to offend me, please.”

  “Take them like I mean them, Peyton and no other way.” I hold her hand to my chest. “I love you. I have this overwhelming need to protect you, to keep you safe. The car is just one more thing I can give you to help with that. Also, I want you to think of me when you go somewhere in it. I want to be close to your mind and heart even when we’re apart, like I know we’ll have to be sometimes.”

  Her mouth forms a hard line and I fear she’s about to tell me what a horrible control freak I am or something else rash and untrue. “That is very, very sweet. That’s about the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. If what we have is meant to be then I suppose it will be whether or not I’m kept safe. That said, I will accept the car. I like the thought of thinking of you as I go somewhere. Keeping you close as I do the things I want to with my life sounds wonderful.”

  Whew! That’s a relief!

  I let out my breath. “I’m glad you understand. I want to be a part of your life, not take it over. What you want is important to me. I’ll never hold you back.”

  “I’ll try hard not to hold you back either,” she says just as our bisque arrives and I feel a lot better about how his evening will turn out.

  Peyton

  The night was incredible. Dinner was over the top and then he took me to a club and we danced, without being hindered by my fan club. Now we’re in his hotel room and thankfully the hallway was free of any groupies.

  My heels I’ve kicked off as Kip takes his jacket off and I see him pull something out of the inside pocket. I plop down on the side of the bed and lean back on my hands.

  He come towards me then stops and drops down. I lean up and look to see just what the hell he’s doing. My head spins as I see he’s on one knee.

  It’s only been three days! What is he thinking?

  “Peyton, I know it’s been a short time…”

  I interrupt. “It’s been three days, Kip. We don’t really know each other yet.”

  He smiles. “Sometimes when a man is on one knee and holding a little black box it’s customary to allow him to finish what he’s saying, love.”

  “Okay,” I say and press my lips together to try to keep my words in, but I have a lot of them I want to say, so we’ll see what happens.

  “Peyton, it’s been a short time and most people wouldn’t be as sure as I am at this point. I want you to know I’ve never been more sure about anything in my entire twenty-five years. In your eyes, I see eternity and find myself overjoyed with the sight. I cannot promise you the moon or the stars and I never will. I can promise you my heart and soul, and that you will always be more than special to me. Peyton Gail Reed, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

  “Who told you my middle name?” I ask.

  He laughs. “Seriously?”

  I nod. “Yeah, I didn’t tell it to you. You
know how I know that? Because it’s been three days since we met. So I can remember almost every word we’ve said to each other in that small amount of time.”

  He leans forward and opens the black box where a monster diamond glistens on top of a platinum band, two small diamonds on each side of the large one. I am a woman after all and my eyes catch that fine, fine ring and my breath leaves my lungs and the thoughts in my head cease.

  “Good, I’m glad you remember them all,” he says as he pulls the ring from the box and takes my left hand and pushes it onto my finger. “Because then you will remember how you told me that you love me. You are the first woman I’ve ever told that to and I am the first man you’ve ever said that to. So what do you say, Peyton? Will you marry me and make me the happiest man on the entire planet?”

  The way the diamonds flash in the dim light hypnotizes me. The touch of Kip’s hand on my chin makes me look up at him and I see the question looming in his beautiful blue eyes with little golden flecks in them. All I can think is this feels right, this feels like home.

  “Even though my brain tells me we’ve only known each other three days, my heart tells me I’ve known you forever. Yes, I will marry you, Kip.”

  His mouth is on mine in an instant and he pushes me back on the bed. I part my lips and he moves his tongue right in, stroking mine. Our bodies fit together perfectly and my hands run over his back and into his silky, sandy blonde tresses.

  This man wants to marry me! This man will be my husband!

  He pulls his mouth from mine and looks down at me with the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen on him. “You’ve made me very happy, love.”

  I smile back. “Have I now?”

  He nods and pulls my hand up to look at the shiny ring on it. “It looks fantastic on you, just as I knew it would. Promise me that you’ll never take it off.”

  “I promise,” I say and run my hand to the nape of his neck and urge him to put his lips back on mine.

  He complies and his kiss takes me further away than it has before. His hand runs under the short hem of my dress and he pushes it up. The heat of his hand on my inner thigh makes me squirm under him. He pulls back and stands up, stripping off his clothes.

  I try to stand up and take my clothes off too, but he stops me. “No, you wait. I want to undress you.”

  Once he’s completely naked, my eyes can’t stop roaming over his gorgeous and well cut body, he pulls me up to him. His hands run slowly over the silkiness of the short, red dress I have on. The back is cut out so I have no bra on, just a lacey pair of red panties.

  Moving around me to the back, his warm hands run over my bare back and down to my butt. He cups both cheeks in his large hands, giving them a squeeze. He inches up my dress and hooks his fingers on either side of my panties then pushes them until they fall to my ankles. His breath is warm on my neck as he says, “Step out of them.”

  I do as he’s said and find my stomach tight with anticipation and my mind racing with what he’s going to have me do next. Never have I thought of myself as a woman who wants to be told what to do in the bedroom. My body and mind are loving it though so I might as will go with it.

  Still behind me he pulls me back to him in a tight embrace. His cock is hard and huge as he presses it to my back. His hands run over my breasts, one stays and plays with one as the other runs down and under my dress as he finds my happy place and strokes it once before he plunges one finger inside me and moves it in and out a couple of times.

  My heart is beating hard and I can barely breathe as he’s making my legs nearly tremble with his touch. Sliding his finger up until he reaches my clit, he kisses my neck and nips at it as he presses his finger to my hot spot and taps at it as if asking can he come in.

  It shoots hot flashes through me with each light tap and my legs start to shake as my stomach begins to grow warm deep inside. The touch of his teeth on my earlobe make me groan and he pulls me tighter to him and pinches my clit between his fingers, igniting little bursts of pleasure that erupt inside me.

  My legs start to give out and I fall down a bit, but his hand moves from my breast and wraps around my waist, holding me up as he continues to run his finger over my hot, wet folds then he pushes two of them into me and I fall apart as he pushes them in and out rapidly.

  The sound coming out of my mouth surprises me as it’s a cross between a scream and a moan and I’ve never made it before. He lifts me up and places me on the bed still facing away from him. With his strong arms, he pulls me back until I’m on my hands and knees. His hands hot on my hips, he pulls me back until I feel the large head of his cock pressing at me from behind.

  My mind clears for an instant and I’m about to tell him to put a condom on, then I hear a ripping sound and he backs away from me for a second. “No worries, love. I put one on this time.”

  I smile as the tip of his large dick touches my wet opening and he pushes gently, letting it slowly move into my still not used to doing this vagina. It burns a bit as he slides it into me, but it’s a burn I’ve been craving and it ignites something in me. Something animalistic and my body pushes back to him until he’s all the way in and leans over me, leaving a kiss on my back. “You’re beyond beautiful, baby.”

  I take in a deep breath as he pulls back nearly all the way out and slides slowly back in. The slow strokes are making me crazy to feel him move harder and faster. “Harder,” I whisper.

  He makes a deep groan. “You sure, sweetheart?”

  I nod. “This is just teasing me. Please do it harder and faster.”

  He pulls back and then slams into me, forcing the breath from me and I love it as I suck it back in. He does as I’ve asked, making long, hard strokes that are leaving me breathless and aching for more from him.

  The sounds he makes seem primal and guttural. They send my mind into a state that it’s never been in. All thought seems to go away and all I can think about is how great this feels and how hot I am inside as he moves in and out of me with such force.

  My insides begin to quake and I’m making the scream-moan sound again, but louder this time. I lower the front part of my body and scream into the mattress as waves of intense pleasure roll throughout my body. He stiffens behind me and makes a loud moan, then moves slowly in and out as his cock makes little pulses inside me.

  It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. I don’t know if it’s the fact he wants to marry me or that we’re in a real bed that’s making it so much better than last night and this morning. Those times were pretty fantastic too, but this one has knocked them out of the ballpark.

  A deep moan he makes as he pulls himself out of me and I fall on the bed in complete satisfaction. A tug on the dress he left on me has me opening my eyes.

  “Time to get rid of this,” he tells me as I turn over. He pulls it up over my head and tosses it away. His deep blue eyes gaze at my body as he runs them over it.

  One of my breasts he takes in his hand and lies die, pulling me into a spooning position. His soft, plump lips touch my neck just behind my ear. I run my hand down the arm that he holds across my chest and pull his hand from my boob and intertwine our fingers.

  “I love you,”

  “Mmmm,” he moans. “I’ll never tire of hearing you say that. I love you too. I cannot wait for you to become Mrs. Kip Dixon.”

  “So, you apparently know my middle name,” I say as my eyes grow heavy. “What’s yours?”

  “Reginald,” he says, sleepily. “He was my grandfather on my father’s side.”

  “Oh, so a family name.” I pull our clasped hands to my mouth and leave a kiss on his then lay them back down.

  “It is and our first son will have that middle name as well. Just so you know.” A gentle kiss he places on the back of my neck.

  I giggle as I think about how alpha male he is and how I thought I’d never even like a man like that, much less love one.

  And now I’m marrying one! What the hell?

  Kip

  The sound of my
cell phone ringing wakes me up and I have to roll away from Peyton to answer it. I feel cold already as my body leaves hers. She stirs and moans. I see it’s Max and I answer, “Good morning.”

  “Morning, Kip,” Max says. “I have a little girl here who has to talk to you. Are you busy?”

  “Nah,” I say.

  “Here she is,” he says and I hear Zoey’s sweet little giggle.

  “Hi, Hunky Kip!” she squeals. “I miss you!”

  “I miss you to, sweetheart,” I say and chuckle.

  Peyton turns over and rubs her eyes as she looks at me.

  “Did you find me a pony yet?” Zoey asks.

  “Now you know I can’t tell you that. It’s a surprise, love.”

  Peyton’s eyes go wide and she frowns. “Who the hell is that?” she whispers.

  I put my hand over the phone and whisper, “Zoey.”

  “But I want to know, please, please,” Zoey begs.

  “Begging are you? That’s a naughty girl.”

  Peyton sits up and says in a loud whisper, “You better hang up on that chic.”

  I laugh as I see fire run through her eyes. I shake my head and tell Zoey, “I have someone I want you to meet when you come see me in Los Angeles for Christmas, sweetie.”

  “Who?” she asks.

  Peyton mouths, “Christmas?”

  I nod. “Your Uncle Kip is getting married.”

  Peyton’s eyes soften and the daggers she’s been shooting from them at me have stopped. “Married?” Zoey asks and I hear Max echo her in the back ground then he tells her to let him talk.

  “Did she say that word right?” Max asks.

  “She did,” I say and lie back and run my arm around Peyton’s shoulders and pull her back to lie on my chest. “You remember the girl I told you about?”

  “Yeah, that was just a few days ago, Kip. Are you sure about this? I mean, she accepted a proposal from you after such a short time?”