Dirty Little Virgin: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  I smile as he sits on his bed, wearing only a pair of dark blue, satin pajama bottoms. As I change into the little thing, I look at myself in the full-length mirror. I’ve never worn anything like this. I look kind of sizzling hot!

  With my hair, free, I look positively savage and smile at my reflection. “Ready to get dirty?”

  Leaving the bathroom, I find the lights have been dimmed, the music is on but not loud, and Cyprian is waiting for me with a blue satin blindfold and two sets of the same color blue, fluffy hand cuffs are lying on the bed. He points at something across the room and I follow his finger and see a video camera. The light’s red, it’s not on yet. “You still trust me?” he asks with a wink.

  “Oh, Lord. You want to record this?” I ask, feeling shy about it.

  “I do. It’s the first time you’ll be experiencing this and I’d like for you to be able to see it later.” His smile is broad as he seems so excited about this new thing he’s going to do to me. “With your permission, of course.”

  “What are you going to be doing?” I ask. “Because if it’s going to look odd or parts of me will be too much on display then I’m not cool with that.”

  “No, nothing gross. Nothing to make you look ugly or anything like that. I merely want it, so you can see for yourself how you enjoyed it all.”

  “Well, okay then. I do trust you. Cyprian, do you really love me or love doing this with me?” I ask as it’s stuck in my mind what he said last night.

  He moves his hands up and down my arms. “Both.”

  I sigh and nod. “I suppose I can handle that.”

  “I love having sex and when it’s with you, it’s beyond compare. Thank you for that, Cami.” His lips touch mine for a moment. Then he’s stepping back and holding up the handcuffs. “Ready to get into position?”

  “Is the safe-word still, lemon?” I ask as I get onto the bed.

  “It is. Tonight, I want you to really think before you say it. I’d rather you not say it at all. Just like last night. You made great strides in getting your body up to where mine is. I think you can handle just about anything I can,” he says as he closes the cuff around the bedpost.

  “I’m not too worried about it. You’re teaching me a lot about just what the human body is capable of. I find it both interesting and enjoyable.” I sneak a kiss on his cheek as he leans over me to cuff the other arm to the bedpost.

  “Good. Tonight, will be an eye opener into the world I come from, Cami. You see, I’d like to get to a place where you feel comfortable going to my father’s for a party every now and then.”

  I gulp as that is something I’m unsure I can handle. “I don’t know about that, Cyprian,” I say as he takes the blindfold and puts it over my eyes.

  “It’s your ignorance of why we do what we do at those parties that has you thinking that way. I’m going to show you why we do what we do at them. Didn’t you feel more relaxed than you’ve ever been, today?”

  “Well, yes, I did. But my mind is cool with it because of how much I care for you.”

  “And I care for you and I care about making you happy in every way possible. Do you feel that way about me?” he asks as a feather is ran over my chest.

  “I do,” I say and find him leaning over me.

  His lips touch my ear as he whispers, “Prepare to go to a place you never dreamt could be so satisfying.” The music goes loud and he moves away from me.

  I can’t see a thing through this blindfold. My body is tense with what he’s about to do to it. He pushes my legs apart then I feel cool air being blown on me. His hands squeeze my tits and I feel the drink kicking in as I relax.

  I’m in his hands and he knows how to make things work inside of me. So, I give myself up to him and let him work his magic on me. His tongue runs up and down my folds. It’s wet and cold. An ice cube is rubbed all over my sore area. It makes it less sore as the soft tongue moves over it.

  Soft kisses are peppered over it. So soft, I can’t believe it. His hands leave my breasts and the feather is ran all over them, in their place. His mouth leaves me for a moment as he asks me, “Do you like the way that feels, Cami?”

  “Yes,” I moan.

  “Do you want more of that?” he asks and runs the feather over me where he’s been kissing.

  “I do. Please give me more, Cyprian.”

  “As you wish.”

  Soft lips touch me again and kiss me, so deep and intimately, I can’t quite get over it. I could just let him kiss me like this forever. It feels so good. I’m not sure how he’s managed to learn to lighten up his kiss like this. It’s amazing.

  His hands move over the lace fabric of the negligee, covering my stomach. His touch is light as well. I suppose that’s what he meant about things would be much softer tonight.

  His intimate kiss is starting to work and I arch up as I orgasm. “Good, Cami. Let it out.”

  I arch up and moan as the kiss goes on then I hear the sound of a vibrator. His lips are near my ear as his body hovers over mine. I can feel the tip of the vibrator on the edge of my vagina. “Let it all go, Cami.”

  It sides into me and moves back out. He’s holding himself all the way up off me and somehow he’s managing to move it as if he’s wearing the thing.

  “Do you have that strapped onto you, Cyprian?” I ask as it feels that way to me.

  His lips are touching my ear again. “Shh, do you like it?”

  The warmth of it is nice and the vibration is too. “I do.”

  “You want it harder and faster?” he asks me.

  “Yes,” I say as I moan and he moves it that way.

  Over and over he goes until I’m groaning with another orgasm. Then soft lips are on mine and I taste myself as a small tongue goes into my mouth as the vibrator keeps going in and out as my body erupts with the hard climax.

  The lips are soft, small, and the way the tongue is moving in my mouth is different. The body that’s now laying on top of mine is light and small.

  My God! It’s a woman!

  What the hell has he done…?

  The Lothario Book 6

  Chapter 1

  CAMILLA

  “Lemon! Lemon! Lemon!” I screech, once I manage to twist my head enough the woman has to stop her kiss.

  “Lemon?” Cyprian asks as if he’s completely surprised. “You’re not in any pain, are you?”

  “You mother fucker!” I shout. “Get her off me and get me out of these fucking cuffs!”

  The woman scrambles off me. “She’s mad, Cyprian. This was a bad idea.”

  “Mad doesn’t begin to describe what the hell I am,” I say with a low tone to try to get some kind of control over the emotions that are rushing through me like a tidal wave.

  “Baby,” Cyprian says with a soothing tone to his deep voice.

  “Shut up!” I shriek. “Get me out of these things!”

  Finally, I feel him unlocking the handcuffs. With one hand, free, I pull the blindfold off and see the other woman, a small blonde, standing in a corner. She has on the same thing I do and I see Cyprian is still in those blue pajama bottoms.

  He’s leaning over me to release the other handcuff and as soon as he does, I slap the shit out of him. “Fuck you, you pervert!” I roll off the bed as he looks at me with a stunned expression and a red hand print, whelping up on his face. A face that did look handsome to me but now sends anger through me so intense I’ve never experienced the likes of before.

  “Cami?” he asks as I run toward the bathroom. “Cami, you liked it.”

  “Shut up!” I scream at him and slam into the bathroom and turn on the shower to nearly scalding hot.

  Ripping the little negligee off, I throw it at the wastebasket and get into the steaming hot shower and grab the shampoo, filling my hand with it and rubbing it all over my hair, face, and body. All the while I’m screaming and can’t manage to stop doing that.

  The bathroom door opens, somehow. I did lock it, I’m sure I did.

  “Cami, ba
by,” he says with a little cooing sound. “You liked…”

  “I’m going to kill you! Get out!” I scream so loud I’m sure people can hear me from a mile away.

  He laughs. The mother fucker is fucking laughing at me and I come completely unglued and jump out of the shower and tackle his ass. I scratch, bite, and punch him everywhere I can.

  I can still hear him laughing and it infuriates me even further. “Camilla Petit, calm the hell down.” More chuckles follow his words and I can’t believe him.

  Worn out, I get off him as I’ve managed to knock him to the floor and have straddled him, buck naked as I am, and find myself weak and full of sadness. Tears start flowing like rivers and I get off him and get back in the shower to rinse the soap off me.

  I can’t look at him. I can’t talk to him. He’s sick.

  “Cami,” he says, soothingly as he gets in the shower with me, as he’s taken off his PJ bottoms. His arms go around me and I bat them away.

  “Don’t, Cyprian,” I cry out at him. “You need to get away from me. We’re done.”

  “No, we’re not, Cami. I just went further, faster than you were ready for, that’s all. I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t know you’d react so badly to that. You were liking it.”

  Then my stomach churns and turns and I am puking my guts up. Holding myself up with the tiled wall, I vomit until there’s nothing left inside me. Cyprian holds my hair back and rubs my shoulders.

  I look up at him through tear-filled eyes and can’t believe he’d do such a thing to me. “I trusted you,” I croak. “And you did that to me. I can never trust you again. Not ever. We’re done. I don’t even want to be your friend anymore. You’re sick.”

  He rolls his eyes and smiles at me. “I am not sick. Tons of people do things like that. And once you watch the video, you’ll see how much you enjoyed it. And I did too. Watching you getting off like that…”

  I dry heave again as he talks about what just happened as if it was a beautiful thing. When I manage to stop, I look at him again. “I’m leaving. I’m not watching that.”

  “Are you a homophobe, Cami?” he asks with a deep chuckle.

  Shaking my head, I slip out of his grasp, thanks to the water on my skin, and get out to grab a towel and wrap it around me. “I am not anything like that. What people do is their business. You did that to me without asking me about it. That’s unforgivable.”

  He turns off the water and gets out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist then reaches out and pulls me into his arms. “I can’t let you go. You’re mad right now and there’s no way I can let you leave. We’ll have a few drinks and…”

  I scream and he stops talking. “I am leaving and you are to leave me the hell alone. I’ve never been so upset in my life. If I had a gun, you’d be dead already.”

  He looks shocked I’ve said that and lets me go. “You know what? Fucking leave then! You fucking liked that and you fucking know it! Your little act of being Miss Goody-Two-Shoes isn’t a thing I’m buying. You liked what I did to you and you liked what I had done to you. So, fucking leave if you want to!”

  I’m left in his bathroom, stunned and amazed, as he storms out. My clothes are in here, so I put them back on and run my hands through my wet hair then try to gather my strength to walk out the door and most likely find him fucking that other woman.

  Closing my eyes, I leave the bathroom and walk into his room. I find him lying in his bed and don’t see the other woman in the room. “Where is she?”

  He doesn’t even look at me as he says, “I sent her home. She was worried you’d try to beat her up.”

  “I’m not even upset with the poor woman. She was only doing what you paid her to do. I’m upset, no scratch that, upset is too small of a word, I’m furious at you, Cyprian. And you don’t seem to care at all.” I stand still and watch him as he closes his eyes.

  “Camilla, I will say this only one more time. You said you trusted me to make you feel good and I did. End of argument.” He opens his eyes and looks at me then picks up the remote from the nightstand and presses a button. I see the large television screen that’s hung on the opposite wall, light up.

  On the large screen, it’s me on the bed and my stomach lurches. “Cyprian,” I say as I turn to walk away.

  “Come here, Camilla,” he orders me.

  I turn back and look at him with my heart full of sadness. He was a man I put my trust in and he has hurt me more than he can understand.

  The sound is turned up and I hear myself on the television panting and moaning as the other woman kisses my intimate areas. “I can’t believe you expect me to be okay with what you did. It speaks volumes about the real man you are. You are a sexual deviant wrapped in a very pretty package. You can think I am one too and just trying to hide it. I wanted to be with you. Not anyone else. I was giving myself to you. Not another person, woman or man. I let my inhibitions go with you, and I only ever meant to do that with just you. And you went and took the trust I placed in you and misused it. Goodbye, Cyprian. I’m not a woman who will be ordered around or used. We are done.”

  I walk away and as my hand touches the doorknob, I hear him say, “Please, don’t go.”

  I stand there for a long moment as I think about the man and all he’s been through and how he’s so different than I am. I think how he must’ve meant something else by what he did. But when it comes down to it, I cannot allow myself to trust the man. I cannot allow my morals to be corrupted by him and if I stay with him, he will surely corrupt every part of me.

  Twisting the doorknob, I leave him, saying nothing else because there are no words that can make it right. The trust is gone and without that, you have nothing.

  If this is the right thing to do, why the hell does it hurt so damn bad…?

  Chapter 2

  CYPRIAN

  Watching her walk away from me, again, is so much harder than it was before. I know she can be what I want but her damn morals are in her way.

  I turn my attention back to the television and watch her being very pleased with what was happening to her and have no idea why she freaked out. It wasn’t until the other woman kissed her on the mouth that she wanted things to stop.

  Some women don’t like that and perhaps I should’ve gotten to know Cami and her hidden sexual wants better before I brought the other woman into play. I wasn’t going to have sex with the other woman, I merely wanted Cami to get to feel the soft touch of another woman. Almost every woman I’ve been with, liked that.

  I watch the television and can see her body go tense as soon as their lips meet. She wrenches her head, making their kiss end and then she’s screaming the safe word and my expression is one of confusion.

  When I was taking her cuffs off, I wasn’t able to see her face. Now that I can, I see she was disgusted and somewhat hurt. Then her hand flies back and she slaps me.

  I run my hand over my cheek and still feel the heat from the hard slap. Pulling the blanket back, I find small scratches where she clawed at me. There’s a bite mark on my arm and I find myself thinking a little differently.

  She was like a wild animal!

  Could she really have felt so upset with me for doing that? Or is she just mad because I pushed her further than what she was ready for?

  I turn the television off as the scene has become anything except what I intended it to be. I bought all the clothes to match so we’d have our own little video of us. It was meant to be romantic and a keepsake.

  Pulling the blanket back up, I lie down and think about going to sleep. I need to. Work will come early in the morning and today the only thing that kept me going was my plans for tonight. With the way things turned out, on my mind, I doubt I’ll be any good at all tomorrow.

  The darkness encompasses me as I close my eyes and try to think of nothing at all. But her face keeps coming to my mind. She was clearly upset. I’m lying to myself about her being anything less than disgusted with me.

  Is she going to stick to being don
e with me? Can she really end it, just like that? Will she end it?

  I can’t take her words at the moment, as she was angry and most words spoken in anger are taken back, eventually. Maybe tomorrow will have her seeing things differently.

  If the shoe were on the other foot and she had me tied up and blindfolded and brought in another man, secretly, and had him do the exact same things to me, how would I take it?

  I lie here and imagine that and feel my stomach wrap in on itself. Yes, that would be uncool in my book. But women are different. I’ve watched countless women get off on each other’s touch. Cami will come around. She has to.

  But what if she doesn’t?

  What will I have to do to win her back again…?

  Chapter 3

  CAMILLA

  The smell of bleach fills my nostrils as I empty out the mop bucket. “Gina, you don’t understand. I can’t tell you why I broke it off with him. It’s too ugly.”

  She looks at me with a frown. “How ugly could it be? The man looks like a Roman God. He’d have to do something very wrong for me to end things with the likes of him. Add in all that money, and you have a gold mine right there, honey. And, for some reason, you just keep on walking out on him. Are you sure you’re not legally insane?” She laughs and I’m finally sick of hearing her go on and on about how great Cyprian is and how dumb I am.

  Placing the empty mop bucket in the corner, where it goes, I walk around the corner and scan the store to make sure no one is in it. Looking back at her, I say, “So, you want to hear the terrible thing he did to me?”

  She nods and tosses the rag she was drying dishes with, in the sink and comes to me with wide eyes and open ears. “Tell me about it.”

  “He had me handcuffed to his bed and blindfolded,” I say.