Dirty Little Virgin: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  I followed behind Sienna as she walked to the main door. There were two finely dressed doormen wearing tuxedos, and I saw her gasp as she walked past them.

  "Good evening Madam and Sir," said the one on the right.

  Sienna giggled at the fuss and I stood next to her proud to be with her on this balmy night. We must have looked like we belonged together, and I liked the thought of that.

  We walked in and the tables were already filling. My table was always in the far corner. Table eighteen. The windows were full of dancers and Sienna was intrigued by the set-up of the place. It was something out of a James Bond film. Very classy and with a hint of danger. She seems relaxed.

  The waitress comes to our table and asks us for a drink.

  "Two pink champagnes," I say smiling at Sienna who is still watching the dancing.

  There was some Latino music playing and there were males in some windows and females in others. Dressed to match the music with a professional rhythm in each of them. Many were from the Arts colleges, studying ballet or other forms of dance. They were extremely good at what they did, and their roles paid for college in many cases.

  "Oh wow, they're good aren't they?" she says looking at me with those wide, green eyes.

  "Oh, yes definitely. They pay their way through college by working here. The pay is eccentric for their services."

  Sienna smiles and thanks the waitress for the champagne. Fuck I want her. I had been mean to make her type out the notes on the behavioral videos, really. I mean she was far better than a secretary. She was intelligent and damn good looking. Fuck, she is like an addiction in itself.

  "Jonathan, thank you for the dress. It is really nice but you didn't have to."

  I looked at her with intrigue. She called me Jonathan and it sounded like she was calling my name during sex. It was hot.

  "Oh, it was nothing at all. It's nice to dress up when you go out after work. It keeps life interesting."

  Sienna watches the dancers and I ushered the waitress over for some menus. I wanted Sienna to stay with me. I needed her to enjoy this place with me. She was my addiction and I would show her mine.

  She eyes the menu and I can sense her eyebrow raising at the price list.

  "It's my shout. So, get whatever you like. I am going to have the cordon bleu."

  "Mmm... carbonara gnocchi sounds lovely," she tells the waitress.

  "No entrees tonight," I say giving the menu to the waitress.

  The club was three-quarters full now as we waited for the show to start. Sienna looks into my eyes with gratitude and I know she feels out of place but relaxed. She sips her champagne and smiles at me.

  "They have a great show at six. It will start soon."

  Sienna looks in the windows which are now covered by velvet maroon drapes. I could see she is excited by the show that was going to happen. I am intrigued by her beauty. I could sense her kindness and her vulnerability in the dress that I had got Stephen to buy. It was quite a risqué number to put on for a night out with your summer boss who had fucked you in a strange street on a SAAB. Mmm, Sienna on the SAAB.

  The meals arrive and the music starts to play. It is a classical concerto as the windows are revealed one by one. From the entrance, one opens with a different story waiting behind each one. The first is a male and female. The guy is on all fours and she sits on his back in a leotard.

  Next are two males wearing G-strings in a kissing embrace. They are all different. Submissive, dominant, whips, chains, and some lesbians too. The window where we are had a female slave girl and an older, very handsome male about to get her attention.

  The classical music halts and a voice over the PA system is heard, "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. The show is starting now. Hold onto your tables and be entertained. Enjoy your meals and do leave enough room for dessert!"

  Sienna still had no idea as she ate her carbonara. I could see she was trying to be polite but she was starving and ate it quickly, now.

  The lights dimmed and the shows was beginning. Sienna smiles as she munches on the gnocchi. It was devoured in minutes as she placed her cutlery down.

  Sienna said a thank you with her eyes. She looked so cute and her curls were very bouncy. She must have sprayed herself with some perfume because it wafted over to me as I ate my dinner. The food was exquisite and five-star quality as always.

  The people in the windows played their characters well, dancing in a pretend want for each other. It was choreographed so well with the students from the college. Sienna loved to watch them pretend to torture and tease each other. Every window was a voyeur delight all of its own.

  "They are so good at it. They call it bondage or something with letters. Umm BD something."

  I laughed and went to her ear because the music was loud to add to the authenticity of the show.

  "It's BDSM. One partner is dominant and the other is submissive."

  Sienna smiled, "Oh yes BDSM. It looks interesting."

  I watched Sienna watching the dancers play out their moves. The lights went out in each window as the song ended.

  We were together in a dark room and I wanted to take her here on the table. She was so desperately sexy. A fucking gorgeous sight in the office all day and now here at the club as well. Damn.

  SIENNA

  What a grand old place. That carbonara was awesome and the dancers are so clever. I am actually surprised that I am having a nice time. Jesus, eighty-nine dollars for a carbonara. That was a little excessive.

  Jonathan looks extremely nice and I am actually feeling more comfortable with him here. I truly felt awkward coming out the lift to the lobby, though.

  Mmm, we are sitting in the dark waiting for the show to continue. Oh shit, Jonathon has placed his hand on my leg. It feels terribly good. Too good. Oh no.

  The lights are back up and the waitresses are taking drink orders. Thank God. His hand has moved back on top of the table, and he is pulling his sleeves up so I can easily see that damn hand and forearm hair. I am not supposed to be liking this so much. Stay professional Sienna. Smile professionally and not like a two-bit hooker ready to suck cock on command! Keep it together, you are pro-fessh-ional.

  "Two more champagnes. Pink ones please," says Jonathon smoothly showing the forearm hair.

  Is he trying to get me drunk? No, I guess not. I did eat a mountain of carbonara and I am feeling good.

  The lights are dimming again and there goes his hand on the top of my leg. Shit. Think thoughts of nuns and fake teeth, Sienna. Do not smell him or look at forearm hair. Keep your eyes on the windows for the show. You can do this.

  The windows open and new characters appear in the BDSM style. The music is racier and there are microphones on the actors. The scenarios are the same and I wait for them to dance. The first window slaps the leotard ass of a female. She moans in pain. The light goes to the next window. A woman is tied in a starfish position upright with a ball in her mouth. Another woman kisses her neck and she moans. The next ones follow with each window having another scenario. When they get to our window there is a brunette tied to a bed with legs strewn open. The man bites her breast and she yelps. Wow, it looks so real. Her boobs are out completely!

  Jonathan squeezes my upper left thigh.

  "It's great, huh?" he says into my ear sexily.

  I sit and wait as the lights flash out and then back on again. They flicker and the moans begin from the submissive actors.

  My focus turns to the ones in front of us. The woman tied to the bed is blindfolded and a muscular man slaps her leg. She moans, not knowing what he is going to do next. He kisses her neck and I can see her breathing is heavy.

  Jonathan is squeezing my leg and I feel it open a bit. Shit! This is cruel. Real life sexiness with the most handsome man ever!

  The woman tied to the bed has her lace panties on and her legs are opened facing us. He rubs her mound and I gasp realizing that this might be the real deal. My vagina moistens in anticipation.

  "Are you
alright?" whispers Jonathan.

  "Mhm."

  My eyes are on the two in front of us. His hand sweeps over her lace panties and she cries out, "Please."

  The man moves away and licks on her erect nipples. She moans again but does not move. The man moves his hand to the lace of her panties and he pulls the panties across and exposes her wet pussy. Oh God, I think I might actually faint.

  I can feel Jonathan's eyes on me and his hand starts rubbing my inner thigh. I want to take my stockings off so he can put his fingers over my lace panties and touch my mound too. The whole thing is so erotic and I am unbelievably turned on by it all. Other couples in the room are kissing and touching each other and the windows are full of cocks and wet pussies.

  "Can I take your stockings off?" he whispers in my ear.

  Jonathan is turned on and I want him to take them off. I can't bear it anymore and manage to nod a yes.

  He climbed under the table and I lift my bottom slightly. He pops his head up with them securely in his hand. My pussy is dripping in the anticipation of his touch as his hand moves over my panties. I moan with a sigh of, "Yes."

  Mr. Jonathan Ellis has got his hand on my crotch now and it is so extremely unprofessional of me. All of this watching BDSM turns me on. I have only heard about it before and I want to be that girl in the window, with Jonathan in control of me. There is no part of me that doesn’t want it. His hand moves over my mound and he kisses my neck, using a tongue to lick it as well. He is nearly breathless as I am overcome with ecstasy. I desperately want to be that girl tied up in the window.

  Decided by Him (Book Three)

  JONATHAN

  The waitress knew it was time. Yes, it was time to place key eighteen in my hand. I had signalled for it already with a click of my fingers in the air.

  My mousy brown is so hot for me and she had been turned on by what happened now in the windows at The Voyeur Club. She had been watching our window with a sexy woman being tied up and teased by a muscular man. As we watched, she had opened her legs to me and I had gone under the table to remove her stockings. The whole room was full of couples kissing and fondling each other. My hand had reached onto the mound of her lace covered pussy.

  "We're going to room eighteen. Are you ready, Sienna?"

  She looked so unbelievably sexy in the red, sparkling dress.

  "Yes, Jonathan, I am."

  We got up and walked past the tables of kisses and moans and a few hands were up… also clicking for their key as we had done. The key you received matched the table that you had been sat at. Sienna didn't know that she would be in a room set up the same as our window. There would be a bed ready with ties to tie her up like the woman in the window, near our table.

  We got to the door and my mousy brown stopped and kissed me. She was excited and breathless.

  "I am sorry. I am not being professional," she said, blinking her large, green eyes.

  My cock was so hard from her watching the windows that I smiled and kissed her passionately. My kisses went down her neck and she moaned.

  I pulled away but only so then I could get the key into the red door. Other couples were coming to their rooms and I wanted to decide what to do with her now. She was my mousy brown. I would be in control this night as long as she agreed to it.

  I pushed the door open and saw her reaction to the bed with ties hanging from it. She looked turned on by it. Nothing less.

  "This is our fantasy room for tonight and you will be my slave, Sienna. Your safe word is Slave. Do you understand?"

  Sienna's eyes lit up and sparkled the beautiful green that they were. She eyed the costume that lay on the bed. It was some pink lace underwear and a silk blindfold.

  "Mhm. I say ‘slave’ if I want you to stop."

  I nodded as she walked behind the screen to place her underwear on and she came out and held the blindfold in her hand.

  "I am ready for you, Master."

  I had taken all my clothes off and wore a G-string that had been placed down for me. My Sienna was ready to be devoured and controlled by me.

  She laid down on the bed and I tied her hands and her feet securely. Her legs were open and I could see her shaven pussy through the lace. My cock was like metal, so stiff and hard was it. I liked the lead up to this. I was going to pleasure and tease her like crazy so she begged to have my cock. I started the role play now.

  "I am going to fuck you, later on, slave. I need to see how much you can handle first."

  I see her breath quicken in anticipation. I moved a light feather over her neck and it went down over her naked breasts as I watched her jump slightly in a jolt.

  I circle her nipples and watch each harden in excitement. There is a slight quickening of her breath that turns me on. I move closer to her right breast and lick her nipple and then do it to the other.

  "Oh God.”

  She is supposed to lay quietly as the submissive so I warn her once. "Sssh, any large movements or sounds may cause me to slap you on the leg."

  She nods a yes and waits for me to continue. I trace my kisses from her toes up to her inner thigh and she wriggles, but only slightly. She is quite breathless as I lick her inner thigh and rub my exposed cock on her leg.

  "Oooh," she whimpered. "Jonathan…"

  I pull away and use a light, leather flogger to slap her leg.

  "Quiet, slave. You must be quiet."

  She jumps and smiles, knowing exactly what she has just done. I wonder if she wanted me to slap her. I trace my fingers over her pussy and see what she does. Will she react?

  "Ooh… Jonathan."

  I slap her leg again, and she jumped and smiled again. She is playing the game well.

  "I am in control. Call me Master."

  "Yes, Master.”

  I walk away and leave her wondering what will happen next. I can see her wetness coming through the light pink lace. I am in ecstasy as my fantasy comes alive.

  I place my head between her legs and pull her panties to the side.

  "Master…"

  I place my tongue on her clitoris now and move it up and down the opening. She is writhing on the bed and is desperate for me to enter her. My cock is ready.

  She is trying not to call out now or moan knowing that I may stop, so I enter a finger inside her and continue licking her clitoris mercilessly.

  "Oooh God, oooh."

  I slap the inside of her leg and stop my licking and finger movement inside her. She remains still and I continue after a moment… now licking wildly and pushing two fingers in and out of her vigorously. Her pussy smells sweet.

  She holds her moans, then suddenly came all at once. And she was breathless.

  "You are a good slave."

  "Yes, Master," she says, still catching her breath.

  SIENNA

  As I lie here on the bed of room eighteen, I am tethered and I am Master's slave. I have been pleasured by Jonathon by his lips and hands, and the blindfold heightens my anticipation.

  It is the most naughty, erotic, exciting thing that I have ever done in my life. I have just had the best orgasm ever and I crave more. Oh God, he's so good the way he teases and tantalizes me into submission. I want to be his slave and I know he gets pleasure from it because his cock is like a rock on my leg.

  He is untying me now and swaying me over onto my back. Now my hands are being tied above my head and my legs are free. With his hands, he raises my hips so that my ass is in the air. I have never wanted a man as much as I do right now and I have never felt so wanted in all of my life.

  I was so extremely turned on by the evening as we watched the stories in the windows unfold.

  "Are you ready, slave?"

  "Yes, Master.”

  A slap on my ass follows and I cry out in ecstasy. It is not painful but turns me on. I feel alive.

  He hits the other cheek and I writhe my body not expecting it. He grasps my breasts as he hovers over me from behind. He pulls my nipples as they harden in excitement.

 
"You are my sex slave, and I am going to fuck you. Brace yourself."

  He pushes his huge cock inside me and I gasp as he goes in as far as he can, touching my G-spot. His hands reach and pull my hair as he fucks me as hard and fast as he can. I remember the safe word as I feel shocked by his behaviour, but I feel that he is just showing control and pushing me so then I can feel it too. My breath quickens as my pussy gets wetter and wetter. His cock is pummelling away and each time it touches the sweet spot I gasp in ecstasy.

  "Come on my cock, slave," he says loudly.

  I feel the orgasm about to occur and I can't help but moan in pleasure as it takes over my body.

  "Oh God, yes, yes!"

  I feel like I am beyond exhausted and he pulls my hair as he directs his cock into me like the horny Master that he is. If only for now.

  "Fuck yeah, I'm cumming," he says as he pulls out and blows his load on my ass.

  "Well done, Master.”

  Jonathan catches his breath and unties my blindfold and then my hands. He looks extremely happy with my part in the whole charade we've played together. It was the most erotic thing I've ever done.

  "Can we do it again?" I say quizzing him.

  "Oh yes, fuck yes," he says, obviously happy to have captured my attention on the subject.

  I look at him as I change behind the screen. He is a highly successful man. I know that he loves being in control. It's like an addiction that he can't control. I know that if I play submissive then we will get along just great. I can't believe how much I enjoyed it. The anticipation, the wontedness from Jonathan. God, it's so exhaustingly delicious. I think he's decided that I am his slave and I love it.

  We walk out to the dining room (if you can call it that), and there are a few flustered couples at the bar getting drinks. There is a jug of water with glasses and Jonathan pours me one.

  "I hope you have had a great time, Sienna."

  His hazel eyes are more penetrating than I remember and the genuineness of his voice is enchanting.

  "Yes, Jonathan I have. It's been extremely good," I say.

  Water has never tasted as good to me as I down two glasses easily. Jonathan looks exactly the same as before. It’s as if he hasn't been fucking me at all. Nothing phases him and I laugh to myself as I wonder if he's superhuman in some way.