Dirty Little Virgin: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  "Sure, I'll tell him. Actually, I think he's back. I'll put him on."

  I decide to wake him and I pass the phone to him, "It's Caroline, your girlfriend," I say.

  Jonathan's eyes widen and he grabs the phone, "Caroline, is it really you?"

  I walk to the kitchen and try not to listen, but my heart feels like it is skipping a beat.

  Jonathan continues, "But they said you were probably killed by the guerrillas and they even did a funeral service. Your mom and brother were there. I just can't believe it. They and I said goodbye to you three years ago, at the barracks. It was a very sad day. Oh, God, your mom, and brother must be so happy. Yes of course, tomorrow is fine. I'll get lunch organized. I can't believe it. I am pinching myself right now."

  Jonathan listened as his girlfriend talked. I checked the duck and turned off the oven and sat with tears in my eyes. Jonathan Ellis had a girlfriend who had been in the military. Now she was going to waltz back after being MIA and take him back, so easily. Just like nothing else had happened.

  My mind raced and I was jealous. Jonathan was so happy to hear her voice and I imagined her. I bet she was blond with blue eyes and a way too gorgeous body. I hated the thought of her. My Jonathan was mine. I'd only known him for a short time but I loved him terribly.

  Shit! The spa. I raced up and managed to turn off the taps as the water teetered over the edge, threatening to billow over and reach the floor. I gently place my hand in and pull out the plug, thankful my common sense kicked in, before any mess was made.

  I stand and wait and think more about this Caroline woman who makes me so jealous I could burst. Not only has she finally been found, but now her ass will come here and ruin my relationship with Jonathan. No! I can't bear the thought of him not being mine anymore. I want to punch her and tell her to stay away. Something terribly primal is rising up inside me. I don't want to share him. I can't. I will not lose him either.

  I move back down to the kitchen. Jonathan eyes me through the doorway as he listens to Caroline. He is waving at me and smiling the biggest smile.

  I know he'll have to break it to me as easily as possible. I mean how can he not accept her back? I will always hate her. I can't believe how in love with him I am. Oh, no. My Jonathan is not going to be mine anymore.

  I feel my stomach cramp and pretend to look at stuff in the kitchen. Then the tears fall and I can't help but cry. I turn away so Jonathan won't see me.

  “Sienna, where did you go? I have to talk with you. It’s really important. Are you in the kitchen or upstairs? Sienna, I need to see you!”

  Sought by Him Book 8

  JONATHAN

  I can definitely feel the excitement about Caroline. I've got to tell Sienna.

  "Sienna, where are you?" I say.

  I walk to the kitchen and she is in tears on the floor. I can't believe it!

  "Sienna, oh my God, what's wrong?"

  Sienna can't stop her tears as she negotiates the floor and stands up to look at me. Her eyes are pouring with tears and her mascara has made black lines down her face. My heart feels torn to see her this upset.

  "I, I know your girlfriend is coming home tomorrow. So, I'll just clean myself up and go. Can you get Stephen to take me home please?"

  "You mean Caroline?"

  "Yes, your girlfriend," she says, still wiping tears.

  I suddenly realize her dilemma. Caroline has told Sienna that she's my girlfriend and Sienna thinks it's a romantic connection.

  "Sienna, Caroline is my high school friend. She always says girlfriend, but she means a girl who is my friend. I would never even consider her to... I mean ugh, no, she's definitely just my friend."

  Sienna wipes her eyes and looks at me with a puppy dog face.

  "God, I feel like such an idiot!"

  I think it's beautiful the way she has reacted. She obviously loves me a great deal. I love that she loves me so much.

  "Come on, let's get in that spa. We'll cover ourselves in peppermint bubbles and everything will be just fine," I say holding her tightly.

  "Okay, I'm so sorry. I really am so silly."

  We walk upstairs and my heart is hurting from seeing her so upset. I don't want her to cry or ever hurt in any way. Stupid Caroline! She never thinks when she speaks. I must tell her not to call me her boyfriend either. People can be hurt far too easily. My Sienna is not to be hurt like that. I can't bear it.

  I help Sienna undress and she is exhausted from crying so hard.

  "Thank you, I am sorry," she says with a puffy face.

  "It's alright Sienna, really," I say, trying to make her feel better.

  We hop in and I turn the jets on and they soothe us both. My mind is brought to Caroline and the fact that I'll see her again tomorrow. We don't usually like to get close to other people. That's why we got along so well in high school.

  Caroline and I were friends because we were the same. We told each other lots of things, secrets and desires. We only had each other. We never let anyone else in at all. Maybe that's why she was so obvious with Sienna. Saying she was my girlfriend. Caroline would find it hard to accept that I could love someone and tell them my desires. Mmm, maybe tomorrow might be awkward.

  "I don't know why it upset me so much," she says.

  I look at her and realize that Caroline might be a complete bitch. She was very strong-willed and in her mind, Sienna could threaten everything I'd worked so hard for, in her mind anyway.

  "Caroline is like a sister to me. She may see you as a threat. She has a heart of gold but she can be callous with her words, sometimes," I say trying to explain it.

  "Well, any friend of yours is a friend of mine. She'll just have to deal with the fact that we're in love with each other," she says leaning back in the spa.

  I smile at Sienna and realize that she wants to be mine. No matter what! Through all the Caroline's and any other threat to the "thing" we have. It is a "thing" because it isn't like a normal relationship, at all.

  I mean we couldn't really get married religiously. What we are doing defies religion and normality altogether.

  Caroline is going to have so many questions for her. Shit! This lunch thing will be interesting. I may have to put Caroline back in her place if she's mean to Sienna, at all.

  Mmm, I don't know how best to handle this, really. Maybe Caroline is different. I mean she was kidnapped for years. Probably starved, tortured and God knows what else. She'll just be happy to see me happy. There's probably nothing to worry about at all.

  "Sienna, I want you to take your time in here. I'll reheat dinner and organize everything. Just be down in forty minutes okay?"

  Sienna smiles and is happy with my plan to serve her dinner. She looks really tired and relaxing for a while longer will do her the world of good.

  I hop out and dry and I put on some boxers and a t-shirt. It's nice to be home and casual for a while.

  SIENNA

  Okay so apparently I am the biggest sook ever. Well, I've acted quite that way about Caroline and her obvious word, "girlfriend." Ugh, that was a pretty silly thing for her to do. I guess she loves him too. Thankfully, just as a friend.

  I let the smell of peppermint overtake me and I use my hands to cool over my eyes. I am so annoyed by puffy eyes. I usually never cry because of them. I guess I'll hop out in a minute or two and put on my sexy nightie and silk gown. I want Jonathan to know that I am in this the whole way.

  Actually, even if Caroline is a bitch to me, I'll be nice back. I won't let her ruin what Jonathan and I have together. I know that good will always win out in the end. I guess I shall try my best to be as nice as possible. Jonathan seems to like her lots.

  Okay, these peppermint bubbles have done the trick. I smell great and I can smell dinner and it does seem that he hasn't managed to burn anything yet, thankfully.

  I am so excited to go downstairs and hold him again. It's like I can't stand to be away from him for more than ten minutes. Really, Sienna? You've fallen hard for this man. You w
ill never love anyone the way you love Jonathan Ellis. Oh, dear, it's so insatiably good to be in love. It is also very terrifying to need someone this much!

  I head downstairs and Jonathan is serving up dinner.

  "Mmm, looks good.”

  "Are you feeling better, Sienna?" he says with his dreamy eyes.

  "Yes, thanks. Do you want help?"

  He looks at me firmly, "Sit your bottom down. I have got this!"

  I like the way he looked at me, just now. His eyes have a glint of control and it makes me long to be his submissive. I like it when he controls me. In every way. I like the dominance. The alpha male inside of him. It longs to control me and the world around him. He is so unbelievably sexy when he is in control.

  I think of how he rolls up his sleeves or sits with one leg over the other...ankle on his other leg, or how he pushes me into the desk at work to take me. God, he's good, insatiably good.

  I sit at the table and wait to be served by him. It's like he has this magical wire that pulls or pushes me like a rag doll. But I love it. I crave for him to push and pull me. I want to be dominated by him, and I have a sneaky suspicion that if Caroline pushes this rag doll without his permission, he'll cut her off. I understand it all, now. I am his toy. No one else can play with me unless he says so. They have to be sought by him. He is my keeper and no one else can have me unless he lets them.

  The game is his in every way. Emotionally and physically. He is in control, but to him, it is a game that he must stay in control of, always. Seeing me hurt tonight had been completely out of his control and it had made him feel like he had failed me.

  I look at the table. It has been decorated with beautiful candles and some roses clipped from the front yard have been elegantly arranged in a vase, lovingly. I am so happy that I am his. I can't wait for him to sit down and try it.

  He brings our plates, "I microwaved the sauce, I hope that's alright," he says.

  "Yes, that's great."

  He places my food down and has a tea towel over his shoulder and his stubble and muscular legs drive me crazy.

  "It smells so good," he moved as he spoke, sitting next to me.

  I try to eat gracefully and I look at him as I eat. He watches every mouthful and I hope my eyes aren't bulging out like some kind of weird fish.

  "It tastes beautiful, Sienna," he says, savoring his mouthful.

  "Yes, it's not bad for a first go.”

  We continue to eat and our eyes lock over each other. It feels like a trance that cannot be broken. It feels like magic has filled the air in the room. I cannot look away.

  "Sienna, can you feel how much I love you?" he asks.

  I nod a yes and he moves in and kisses me sensually like we are the only two people alive. I can feel myself taken by him. It's like our souls have connected and entwined with each other.

  "Jonathan, I love you."

  He picks me up as if I am a feather and lays me down on the sofa in the lounge.

  "Take off your clothes please Sienna, and lie down with your back facing me."

  I slowly take off my gown and then my nightie. I lay face down and turn my head to the side closing my eyes. He pours some oil onto me and starts kneading my back, firmly.

  "Oh, yeah…," I say, as he pushes into the tense spots.

  "Sssh, just enjoy it."

  I lie still and he goes to my neck and pushes in. His fingers feel so perfect pushing into my skin. He reaches to my shoulders and feels and presses firmly continuing down and over the whole spread of my back. When he gets to my bottom he starts again. All the way from my neck down to my bottom. It feels incredible. I feel like nothing could ever worry me again.

  When he gets to my bottom the second time, he continues on it and presses into my buttocks. He continues massaging and pushing deep into the tissue.

  "Oh, God."

  He moves down my legs and presses firmly and then kneads as firmly as he can, without hurting me. He goes to my ankles and feet and then starts again, starting on my bottom.

  My legs feel so light and my ass feel like Heaven and all I want to do is stay with him, forever. He is the man I crave, like nothing else in my life. It's like nothing else matters when he touches me. Money, my degree, my friends... nothing. They all seem somehow insignificant to me now when he's touching me like this. It is so sensual, so beautiful and so unbelievable. God, I am in Heaven right now.

  I feel perfectly relaxed and he taps me, "Turn over."

  I turn and expect him to kiss me and then make love to me, but instead, he continues.

  "Close your beautiful eyes.”

  I do as he says and he places some oil on his fingertips and begins to massage my forehead, my temples and my whole face, except for my eyes. My face relaxes and feels perfect as he moves over it effortlessly, making me feel so good.

  His hands go onto my collarbone and then I realize I am like putty in his hands. My body relaxes more and I feel amazing.

  He moves to my thighs and uses lots of oil to press them and goes down my legs to my ankles and the top of my feet. It feels so good.

  "Mmm, my beautiful girl. I love doing this to you."

  I lie waiting to see what's next and then his hands move to my head and he starts massaging my scalp like a hairdresser would do when they wash out your hair. God, it's so good, and he loves doing it too. Wow!

  He pulls my hand and I follow him upstairs to the bedroom.

  JONATHAN

  She lays down on the bed and I tie her hands and her feet securely. Her legs are open and I can see her shaven pussy. My cock is like metal. I liked the lead up to this. I was going to pleasure and tease her like crazy so she begged me to have my cock. I started the role play now.

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

  I see her breath quicken in anticipation. I move a light finger over her neck and it goes down over her naked breasts as I watch her jump slightly in a jolt.

  I circle her erect nipples and watch each nipple harden in excitement as they are aroused. 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 one again, then I repeat.

  "Oh God…”

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

  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... Jonathan."

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

  "Quiet, slave. You must be quiet."

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

  "Ooh."

  I slap her leg again and she jumps and smiles. She is playing the game well, my Sienna.

  "I am in control, remember. Call me Master."

  "Yes, Master.”

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

  I place my head between her legs and pull her hips to me.

  "Oooh… 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. But not yet.

  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.

  I slap the inside of her leg and stop my licking and the 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 and beautiful.

  She holds her moans and comes all at once, and she is breathless.

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sp; "You are a good slave."

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

  God, she's so good the way she lets me tease and tantalize her into submission. I want her to be my slave and I know she gets pleasure from it because her pussy is wet and my cock is like a rock.

  I am untying her now and swaying her over onto her back. I tie her hands above her head but leave her legs so they are free. With my hands, I raise her hips so that her ass is in the air. I have never wanted a woman as much as I do right now and I have never felt so wanted in all of my life.

  I am so extremely turned on by the evening as I had watched her eat and then massaged her firmly.

  "Are you ready slave?" I say.

  "Yes, Master," she says.

  A slap on her ass follows and she cries out in ecstasy. It is not painful but turns her on. I feel alive.

  I hit the other cheek and she writhes, her body not expecting it and I grasp her breasts as I hover over her from behind. I pull her nipples as they harden in excitement.

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

  I push my cock inside her and she gasps as I go in as far as I can, touching her G-spot. My hands reach and pull her hair as I fuck my Sienna as hard and fast as I can. I remember that I have given no safe word but I feel that she is showing no signs of stopping and is pushing back into me so I can feel it too. My breath quickens as her pussy gets wetter and wetter again. My cock is pummeling away and each time it touches the sweet spot, she gasps in ecstasy.

  "Come on my cock, slave," I say loudly.

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

  "Oh God, yes, yes," she says.

  I feel like I am beyond exhausted and I pull her hair as I direct my cock into her pleasuring myself. I get into a rhythm and then I can’t control it.

  "Fuck yeah…," I say as I pull out and blow my load on her ass.

  "Well done Master," she says. "Can we do it again?" she asks, quizzing me.

  "Oh yes, fuck yes," I say, but not tonight!

  I know that she loves me being in control. It's like an addiction that I can't control. I know that if I play dominant then we will get along just great. I can't believe how much I enjoyed it, again. The anticipation, the wontedness from her. My Sienna is the most perfect thing ever. She falls asleep now, relaxed and satisfied.