Dirty Little Virgin: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  Looking at her and wondering what the fuck she’s doing, my mouth opens on its own, “Yes. I say, yes to that.”

  Whoa! What just happened…?

  Chapter 4

  CAMILLA

  After an hour of touring his home, I wave goodbye to Cyprian, who’s standing in the driveway as he walked me out to the car. He tried to give me a kiss but I turned my head and he only caught my cheek. It made me giggle and him smile.

  “See you at noon, Cami,” he calls out as I pull away.

  “I’ll be here,” I call out to him.

  “Bring your bikini,” he shouts as I drive off.

  I have no idea what the hell I’m doing with the man. I can’t believe I made a date with him. And I can’t believe he accepted it!

  Never, have I wondered what the rich do. But finding out how he has lived all these years, doing the same thing day in and day out, is mind numbing to me. I went to the same club three weekends in a row, once when I was younger. That third night was so dull to me. The same faces, the same music, the same atmosphere. It was terrible!

  I don’t see how he’s done the same things for so long. He told me how he’d watch his father’s parties when he was a little kid. When he was only fifteen, his father asked him to join the parties. He was swept into that life so early.

  It’s sad, really. But he doesn’t see it that way at all. I feel sorry for him. And I think he’s in need for someone to shake his little world up. I’m not sure I should be the one to do that but the want to do it is coursing through my veins.

  The man needs some substance in his life. Work, parties, and gambling on horse races are all fine and dandy unless that’s all you do.

  He does have his painting. He is a true artist. Perhaps that’s what I see inside of him. He has depth. More so than I believe he’s aware of. To help him find some of that, is a thing I feel I could do.

  Pulling into my half of the driveway between the two apartments that make up the duplex, I turn the car off and get out. Getting my phone out of my pocket to use the light so I can unlock the door to my house, I see it’s nearly four in the morning.

  I spent more than an hour with the man I had no plans of spending any time with. Just as I push the door open, I remember the flowers he gave me in the back floorboard and turn back to go get them.

  With the vase of flowers in hand, I go back to the front porch and find a little skunk standing on the step, looking at me. Terror flows through me as it lifts its tail, spraying the inside of my house before it runs off.

  “No,” I whine as I hold my breath and walk inside. “Ugh!”

  Straight back to my bedroom, I go as the smell has already taken over the front of the house. I hope I don’t smell like the damn stink the small rodent has plagued me with.

  What will Cyprian think if I smell like a skunk tomorrow? Crap. I’m going to have to cancel.

  But I don’t have his number. Crap!

  CYPRIAN

  Making my way to my bedroom, I find myself not sleepy in the least. I don’t know what it is about that woman but there’s something different about her.

  I also can’t believe I accepted a date, of sorts, with her. I’ve never had any one-on-one time with a woman at my home. Other than the usual thing. But afterward, they are taken home by my driver and I am left to sleep.

  I’ll be spending the entire day with Cami. The whole day. What the hell will we do?

  She didn’t ever seem to get my, not so subtle, hints about what I want to do with her. Either that or she was just ignoring my advances on purpose. But how could she, is she made of stone?

  Maybe Ashton was right. Maybe she’s not the kind of woman to do anything with a man without some type of a commitment. Which I will never give her.

  So, I may spend the whole day with her and still see no benefit from it. What will I do then? Make another date?

  Surely, not!

  No, I’ll move on, letting Camilla Petit stay in the past as a woman who simply lost out. She’s the one who’d be losing out, after all. Not me.

  I can have pretty much any woman I want. She’s the one who’ll miss out on the experience I can give her. It’s her who will be unhappy about missing out on having amazing sex with me. Not the other way around.

  Climbing into my bed, I pull the blanket up to cover my naked body. I was an early fifteen the last Saturday night I went to bed without having tons of sex. It feels odd.

  I’m kind of wound up but I don’t exactly feel bad about it. Spending time with Cami, tonight was interesting. Not exactly fun but it was enjoyable, even though we really didn’t do anything but walk around my house and talk.

  Odd, but a good odd. I wonder what tomorrow will bring. She and I will be next to naked as we swim. That’s when I’ll be able to get to her. And if she’ll allow it to happen once then I can see it lasting all day long. Then I can move on.

  I should let the staff have the day off. She’ll probably be much more susceptible to my charms if no one is around at all. I’ll have to turn up the charm on her. That’s for sure.

  But why am I bothering at all with the woman when I can go to the track tomorrow with my father and some of the women from this weekend’s party and get some action there?

  Why, indeed…

  Chapter 5

  CAMILLA

  A dog’s barking wakes me up from a deep sleep. I was dreaming about Cyprian and I, in his gorgeous home. I was helping him host a small get-together with some people he wanted to impress.

  It was all so weird. And now that I’m awake, I can smell the damn skunk stench and I know I have to smell like that too. To the kitchen I go, climbing out of bed and holding my nose as the stench is much worse in the front part of the house where the little stinker let loose his horrible musk.

  It’s hard to believe that same musk oil is used in some perfumes. But it is and perhaps I can formulate something that will work with the odor rather than overpower it.

  Some vanilla, cinnamon, brown sugar which I’ll need to burn first. A few drops of lemon oil should help. I find a couple of cans of tomato sauce. Opening them, I take them to the bathroom with me and slather the stuff all over my body and saturate my hair with it as well.

  Catching a glimpse of what I look like in the mirror has me laughing as I look like something out of a horror film. “Nice,” I compliment myself.

  After an hour of sitting with that stuff on me, I shower it off and go to make my concoction that I’ll put into a spray bottle and douse myself with. Then I’ll go see if Cyprian is even home. There’s always the chance he’s decided not to spend the day with me and go on about his typical Sunday routine of gambling, women, and sex.

  Once I’m dressed in blue jean shorts, and a tank top that covers my black bikini, I head out to the car and take my aviator sunglasses from the visor and put them on.

  Flip flops and clutches don’t work well, so I slip mine off and drive barefooted up the road to the estate I left so late last night. I wonder if the light of day will have Cyprian thinking differently about hanging out with me.

  Pulling up to his gate, I press the naughty numbers into the panel and the gate opens for me. I drive up and park in front of the house and am shocked to see him waiting for me at the front door.

  “Hey, you,” he says as he lets out a long whistle.

  I slip my shoes back on and get out of the car as he comes to open my door. “Hi,” I say, a little shyly.

  “Look at that hair! I knew it’d look gorgeous when you let it down.” To my horror, he takes a chunk of it and takes a big whiff of it. I prepare myself for humiliation as I squeeze my eyes shut. A thing he can’t see as my glasses hide it. “Wow, your hair smells amazing. Like nothing I’ve ever smelled before. You have to tell me what shampoo you use. It’s off the charts.”

  How do I explain this?

  I laugh as he takes my hand and pulls me along with him. “I made it myself,” I manage to come up with.”

  “You’re kidding me,” he
says as he stops and sniffs my neck. “Your whole body must smell like that. And you made this yourself?”

  With a nod, I say, “I did.”

  “You really are smart, aren’t you?” he asks as he tugs me along.

  “That’s what they tell me,” I say as I pull my shades off as we walk inside. I lay them on a table near the door, so I don’t forget them when I leave.

  “You should patent that and sell the formula or something. It’s that good.” He stops and closes the door then stays in front of me as I’ve become trapped between him and the door. “Did you miss me after you left me last night?”

  Laying my palms against his chest, I smile at him. “Does that mean you missed me, Cyprian?”

  “What if I told you I did?” he asks and runs his nose along my neck, taking in another whiff of me.

  “I’d say that doesn’t sound like a man who says the things you say. So, what are we doing first? I’m starving and making something on the pit was my idea of what to do first.”

  He presses his body against mine, pinning me to the wall as he looks down at me. “I kind of thought we’d get this sexual tension out of the way first.”

  “Think again,” I say then slip down and get away from him. “Is your staff around? I’d love to talk to your cook.”

  “I gave them the day off,” he says as he catches my hand and pulls me back to him. “We’re all alone.” He wraps me up in his strong arms and I laugh.

  “I’m not here for your sexual enjoyment. So, let’s get to the main kitchen and see what we have to cook. I’m dying for some jalapeno wraps. I hope you have some and some cream cheese. I’m sure you have bacon. Who doesn’t have bacon, right?”

  With a chuckle, he says, “You seem to be chattering away, nervously. Are you feeling nervous for some reason, Camilla?”

  “Me?” I ask and hear my voice go up a little too high.

  “Yes, you.” He lets me out of the hold he had on me and leads me to the kitchen.

  “I’m not nervous. Just hungry,” I lie.

  The truth is he’s making me hot and bothered and I have to find something to distract myself from that. I am not a woman who gives her body to a man without true feelings.

  “The kitchen is well stocked, I’m sure. So, let’s go put together what you want. Maybe, once you’ve eaten, you’ll calm down. There’s nothing at all to be nervous about. I can be very gentle or rough if you prefer,” he says, ending with a growl and stopping to pull me into his arms again. “Which do you prefer, Cami?”

  His obvious plan is to get me into his bed and mine is to stay far away from it. Placing my hands on his chest and pushing him back a bit, I say, “When I first make love with a man, I like it gentle. If you must know. Later on, I like it rough now and then. But today there will be none of that. As you are aware of, after our talk last night, I do not have casual sex. If you want me to leave, I will.”

  His eyes soften as he looks at me and a smile curves his lips. “I don’t want you to leave. I’ll ease up on you. Just remember, though, I do want you that way.”

  “Yes, I can tell,” I say as I pull out of his arms and look at the swell in his shorts. “That’s pretty obvious, Cyprian. Now, can we go to the kitchen?”

  With a sigh, he takes my hand and off we go to the kitchen. I hope he doesn’t act this way much more. I don’t know how long I can actually take it!

  CYPRIAN

  “Yeah, well, I think some cloves of garlic would taste great wrapped up with all that other stuff,” I argue as she’s refusing to put them in the jalapeno wraps she’s put everything but the kitchen sink into.

  “I don’t see it lending a flavor that will combine with the chicken, shrimp, cream cheese, bacon and the pepper,” she says as she rolls a piece of bacon around one of the filled pepper halves.

  “But I already peeled a whole thing of it,” I say as I gesture to my work.

  “I see that,” she says as she glances at it. “How about you chop up a yellow onion and chop up that garlic too, we can sauté them to put over the steaks we’re going to grill.”

  “I can do that,” I say and make my way to get an onion. “I’ve never cooked before. This is kind of fun.”

  “I would be surprised but since you come from money, I’m not one bit surprised. You wouldn’t happen to have some beer in this place, would you?” she asks as she wraps another stuffed pepper. “I can make a beer run if you don’t.”

  “You’re not going anywhere. I have every beer they make. Name your poison,” I say as I walk over to the third fridge and open it.

  Her eyes move over the fridge full of all kinds of beer. “Wow, okay how about that one there? It has a skull and crossbones on it that looks cool.”

  “Okay, it might be too much for a little thing like yourself but I’ll be sure to take good care of you if you get yourself drunk,” I say as I open the bottle and take it to her.

  She laughs. “Little thing? Really? No one has ever called me little. I’m anything but that.”

  I slide my hand along her waist, which is fairly thick but not too much. “I think you’re perfect and I do see you as a little thing. You are smaller than I am.”

  She smiles, shyly as she looks down. “Who isn’t? You’re built like He-man.”

  “So, you have noticed my fine physique? That’s nice to know, Cami. I thought you weren’t looking at all.” I leave her to go get my own beer and turn back, quickly to find her watching me.

  Her eyes move back to the pepper in her hand and her cheeks go pink. I turn back around and feel pretty good about how today will go. She thinks she’s got the self-discipline to withstand my advances but I can already see cracks forming in the wall she has up.

  Looks like today might be more fun than she anticipated…

  Chapter 6

  CAMILLA

  With a fantastic lunch behind us, we sit at the edge of the pool, dangling our feet in the water. “You are a very good cook. You rival the one I have on staff here. You wouldn’t want a job, would you?” he asks me with a little smile on his handsome face.

  “I have one and a career is soon to follow. Thanks, though. We could, however, make this a Sunday thing. Even if I have to work, it wouldn’t be until seven in the evening. We could spend the afternoon with me teaching you how to cook and perhaps how to drive my car.”

  “We’ll see. I don’t make long-term plans. Never have. Want to get in the water?” he asks as he pulls his shirt off, revealing a very nice six pack and some great pecs. His monster biceps have me wet already and I can only nod my answer at him.

  When he stands up, pulling me up with him, I’m surprised as he takes my shirt from the bottom and lifts it off, over my head. His fingers move quickly to unbutton my blue jean shorts and he shimmies them off me, leaving me standing in front of him in my black bikini.

  A wolf-whistle follows then he has me in his arms. “Hold on tight, Cami. We’re going in.”

  I wrap my arms around him and hold my breath. He runs and jumps and into the water we go. All the way under and when we come up I find my hair in my face and hear him laughing. He tilts me back and my hair is pulled back off my face with a slicked back look. “Thanks,” I tell him for helping me out.

  “Yes, that’s a bunch of hair you have there. I couldn’t let it smother you,” he says as he walks along, still holding me.

  There’s never been a man who picked me up and carried me before. I’m not huge but I’m not small either. The way Cyprian can pick me up, like I don’t weigh a thing, is pretty cool, in my book.

  I wish he wasn’t such a player.

  Our bodies touching, skin to skin has me thinking things I shouldn’t. I find him setting me down on some kind of a bench at the edge of the pool and he places his hands on it in front of me and lets his legs float out behind him. “Cyprian, where do you see yourself in say, five years?”

  “Here, doing what I do. Working. Making people money. I suppose you’ll be a big scientist by then.” He moves his hand
s off the bench and onto my thighs.

  I push away a lock of his light brown hair that’s fallen into his face. “I hope so. Summer’s nearly over and my classes will be starting up again. I’m only taking one summer class now and I’m not very busy but when the summer ends and my classes begin, I’ll be swamped all the time.”

  “Then you should get in some fun while you still can,” he says as he moves in close.

  I pull back. “By fun, you must mean sex and that’s not the kind of fun I can have with you.”

  “Oh, but you can,” he says and attempts to kiss me again.

  Moving my head, his lips land on my cheek, but not far from my lips. I have to fight myself not to turn and take the kiss he’s offering. But I manage. “Cyprian, you’re being silly.” I laugh it off and find him pulling me into his arms.

  Our bodies are flush and I can feel the thump against my stomach as he grows. Even though the water is cool, my body is hot as hell. “One kiss, Camilla. One sweet kiss then I will leave you alone, for a little while.”

  “No,” I say, quickly.

  Leaning over me, holding me tight, his mouth moves up my neck until his teeth take my earlobe and he nibbles it. My knees go weak and I’m glad we’re in the water or he’d know the effect he’s having on me. “Are you afraid it will leave you wanting more?”

  I don’t know what to say. The answer is, yes but I don’t want him to know that. “Cyprian, please stop.”

  His arms go loose and he lets me go. Moving back, he swims backward. “Okay. Do you want to come jump off the big rock with me?”

  I nod and swim after him as he makes his way to the large rock at the other end of the pool. My body is still tingling from his attention and I don’t think coming to hang out with him was smart.

  This is much harder than I expected it to be…