Dirty Little Virgin: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  I smile as she looks so excited then Peter says, “I will do that when we get home.”

  “Of course, you’ll have the last say, Peter. But I’d enjoy looking too,” she says as she continues to tap in what she wants to search for.

  “When we get home, I’m going to send the nanny home and you will need to see to the children,” he says.

  He sounds irritated with her for some reason. And I find that not making me happy at all. “Let the nanny stay for a while. What will that hurt, Peter?” I ask as I look past her, at him.

  He shuts up and looks out his window. No one speaks while we make the rest of the ride. When we pull to a stop in front of their house, he gets out and she quickly follows. “Thank you, Cyprian. I’ll send you links to what I find,” she says as she looks back into the car.

  “Come!” Peter says and she hurries to walk a step behind him.

  As I watch them go into their house, I have to wonder if he’s always treated her that way or if it’s something new. She doesn’t seem the type of woman to put up with that. I know her sister isn’t.

  As we drive away, I find Ashton looking at me through the rearview mirror with that expression on his face that tells me he has something he’d like to say to me. “You have something you want to say, Ashton?”

  “It’s none of my business,” he starts to say.

  I finish his sentence for him, “But you’re going to say this anyway.”

  “I am,” he gives me a nod. “You should stay out of their affairs, Cyprian. I can see you not liking how that man treats his wife. It’s written all over your face. But she married that man, so she knows who he is and what comes along with him. You need to butt out.”

  “She is going to be my sister-in-law, it’s my responsibility to make sure she’s happy.”

  He laughs and shakes his head. “Cyprian, that’s not your responsibility. She’s a grown woman who has made her own decisions. This will not end well if you get between them. I don’t suppose you saw how dominant he is over her. You will only make things harder for her if you don’t stop butting in.”

  “I have Peter where I need him. If he’s mean to her, I’ll find out and deal with him,” I tell him as my insides begin to quiver with anger at how obvious it is he’s dominating her.

  “What does that mean?” Ashton asks with concern etched into his voice.

  “It means, I have the man handled.”

  He goes quiet and says no more as he drives me back to the office. I know he must have an idea about how I have handled Peter. But he’s not asking anything else about it. I wouldn’t tell him, anyway.

  I won’t be telling anyone about that…

  Chapter 4

  CAMILLA

  After a nice long, hot bath, I feel a bit more relaxed about meeting Cyprian’s parents. The half bottle of wine didn’t hurt, either!

  Pulling on a deep blue dress, I find some heels to match it and turn to find Cyprian has finally come home. “I thought you’d be here hours ago.”

  He smiles and comes to wrap me up in his arms. “I went and picked up some naughty things for later.” The bag he was holding drops to the floor behind me and I turn to look at the things he brought home.

  But he catches my chin, stopping me from seeing into his bag of goodies. “I have to approve of everything,” I tell him as I eye him to let him know I mean I will be looking over everything to determine if it’s a thing I want or not.

  “I promise you, I’ll never do anything to hurt you again. I swear it,” he pulls me close and kisses me not so soft or sweet but hot and demanding.

  His tongue moves into my mouth as he maneuvers my hands until he has them behind my back and holds them with one of his. I can see we’re headed for a night of restrictive touching, on my part. When his mouth leaves mine, we’re both breathing heavy and my heart’s racing.

  He moves me backward, still holding my hands behind my back until we get to the bed. He sets me down and goes back for the bag. The first thing he takes out is a pink silk bra and panty set. He doesn’t say a word as he holds the panties up and pulls the crotch and I see it split open as Velcro sides split down the middle. He tosses them to me with a grin on his handsome face.

  “You want me to put these on now?”

  He nods and shows me how the bra opens in the front and tosses that to me too. “And that. And one more thing.” He reaches back into the bag and pulls out a silver ball. “We’ll start with one for tonight. I want you to put this inside you, to keep you stimulated.”

  “You certainly are setting things up, aren’t you?” I ask as I walk toward the bathroom.

  His hand on my shoulder stops me. “Let me help you.”

  “That’s kind of nasty, Cyprian.” I look at him with more than a bit of apprehension.

  He shakes his head. “Not nasty. Just dirty.” He chuckles as he pushes the sleeves of my dress down and undoes my bra. He looks at my bare breasts then runs his hands over them. “I can hardly wait to feel these in my mouth.”

  “Cyprian!” I say as he stares at my tits like they’re made of gold or something.

  He ignores me as he puts the new bra on then pushes the dress all the way off and takes my panties down with it. I step out of them and hold up one foot so he can put the quick release panties on me, only to find him shaking his head.

  Picking me up, he lays me down on the bed, pushing my legs up until my knees are bent. His eyes stay on mine as he takes the ball and inserts it. I gasp a little with the cold and the odd weight of it. Then he puts the panties on and picks me up.

  He holds me close, our lips but a breath apart. Then he moves me back to where my dress is on the floor and has me step into the middle of the pool of fabric. Moving his hands down both sides of my body, he goes all the way down and grabs my dress, slowly moving it back up to cover my naughty underwear.

  My body is hot and I would like nothing more than to forgo the evening with his parents and climb right into the man’s arms and stay there for the duration of the night. “Cyprian.” His fingers touch my lips, stopping me.

  “Shh. I’d like for you to remain perfectly silent. I want to hear only one word from you tonight. When you’re asked anything, I’d like you to answer with one word. Do you want to tell me what word it is I need to hear come from those juicy red lips?”

  “You want to hear the word, yes,” I answer him and watch his light brown eyes light up.

  He nods and pulls me close, hugging me and making me wonder what all this is about. But it seems he really wants me to keep it quiet until he asks me something. Which seems kind of steamy and intriguing, so I’ll play his naughty game.

  Anything will work tonight, anyway. I don’t even need a game to know I’m going to melt in the man’s arms, no matter what he wants to do. I’ve been hungering for him since he came to find me the night of the hurricane. Keeping my mind in the right place, so he could heal, was an exercise in self-control.

  Leaving me alone, he goes to shower and change and I decide to take a peek to see what else he has in his bag. I find a set of handcuffs with soft, velvety pink fabric, covering the steel. I gasp a bit as I see a small whip and pick it up. The leather is soft and glides over my palm, leaving a heat behind the strands of leather.

  I look over my shoulder to make sure he’s not back in the room. Seeing that he’s still busy in the bathroom, I pull my arm up and slap the whip against my leg. I giggle as I see it doesn’t hurt at all. It’s just too soft.

  It’s the idea of it, is all it really is and that’s cute to me. He’s going to play like it’s me giving into his wants and needs. In reality, I have just as many wants and needs as he does. But he has a like for the games and fantasy. Who am I to tell him, no?

  I put the things back in the brown paper bag and sit on the bed, turning on the television to watch it while he gets ready. My phone rings and I see it’s my sister, so I answer, “Hello.”

  “Hey, you are going to Cyprian’s father’s party, right?” she a
sks me.

  “Yes, nosey.” I roll my eyes as if she could see me.

  “I just wanted to be sure. I feel in debt to the man for all he’s done for us. I just wanted to exercise my big sister hold on you to make sure you give the man what he wants.”

  “You know he’s doing what he’s doing for you and the kids, right? I could tell by the way he acted at lunch that Peter isn’t his most favorite person,” I tell her as I look at my red painted nails and try to recall if I have ever gone for a manicure before Cyprian started taking me to get my nails done each week.

  “Well, Peter doesn’t try very hard to be likable, in Cyprian’s defense. As a matter of fact, here lately, he doesn’t seem to care if I or the kids like him, either. I think all of what Cyprian is doing is making him feel somewhat less of a man.”

  “Why do you say that?” I ask her as I watch Cyprian emerge from the bathroom and go to his closet to get dressed. Seeing him with only a towel wrapped around his waist sends a torrent of heat straight through me and I have to close my eyes to focus on what my sister is saying.

  “Oh. He’s got this dominating man thing going on. He must need to know he’s still the one who wears the pants in the family,” she says, pulling my mind away from the naked man in the closet.

  “Dominating? Like how?” I ask her as I turn away from the closet and stop trying to catch another glimpse of him.

  “Like, he’s bought me a chastity belt I have to wear all the time and once the kids go to bed, he has me wear a slave collar. That kind of thing. Bathe him, wash his hair, and file his nails. You know that kind of stuff.”

  “Huh? Are you shitting me?” I ask as that sounds nothing like my sister. “Do you like that?”

  “Like it?” she asks as if she doesn’t know if she does or not. “It’s never been my cup of tea. But, on occasion, he’s needed me to be submissive to him. He’s always come around, once he knows I know my place in his life.”

  Red flags are filling my head as I think about Peter, lording over my sister. “You don’t have to do those things if you don’t want to. You do know that, right?” I ask her as Cyprian comes out of the closet, dressed in a tux and looking like a million bucks.

  “He needs me to, right now. I can do it for him. Don’t tell Cyprian, please. He already looks at Peter like he wants to tell him off more often than I’d like. I can’t have Cyprian starting a battle with my husband over how he treats me. I’m used to it.”

  “Because he’s beat you down to accept it,” I say as my hackles have risen.

  “Shit! Don’t tell me you’re going to be a problem too! I only wanted to talk to you about it. I don’t want anyone to say a thing to Peter. Please.”

  “You ready?” Cyprian asks me.

  I smile as I recall him telling me he only wants to hear the word, yes, come from me tonight. “Yes.” I turn my attention back to the phone call. “Got to go, sis.”

  “Okay, bye, you guys have fun.”

  I put the phone in a gold clutch he’s handing me and take the arm he’s offering me. As we leave the bedroom, I’m filled with worry for myself and my sister.

  Are we both fools over men…?

  Chapter 5

  CYPRIAN

  I’ve never been more nervous in my entire life!

  My palms are sweating as I grip the small box in my inside jacket pocket. My father is looming ahead and Cami is looking a little frantic as she takes in the blue lights that are reflecting off the disco ball that still hangs above the dance floor of my father’s ballroom.

  He’s smiling as we approach him and I find my mother swooping in from the right. “Oh, you can speak freely, Cami.”

  She looks at me and winks. “Do you really think I didn’t know that?”

  I laugh, nervously as I watch her eyes grow bright. “Damn, I love the shit out of you.”

  Her mouth quirks into a half smile. “And later you will show me.”

  “You have no idea how much I’ll show you.” I make a growling sound as she runs her hand over my ass.

  My father meets us with his hand extended. “Corbin Girard, Camilla. Nice to meet you.”

  She shakes his hand and nods but can’t say anything as my mother is next to him in a second with her hand extended as well. “Coco Mason.”

  “It’s nice to meet you both,” she says as she shakes my mother’s hand.

  “My son tells me you’re going to be a scientist someday,” my father says.

  I pick up a couple of drinks off a passing tray and hand one to Cami. She looks at me with thankfulness in her pretty eyes then looks back at my father. “I am going to be doing something in that field, yes sir.”

  “Such a beautiful woman, she is Cyprian,” Mother tells me. “I can see why you like her.”

  “I more than like her, Mother.” I look at Cami and push a few of her curls away from her face. “I love her.”

  Cami’s hand on my cheek sends tingles all through me as she caresses it. “And I love him.”

  “How strange, huh, Corbin?” Mother asks as she looks at us.

  “He does look happy.”

  Cami smiles as she turns to look at them. “Does he?”

  They nod and it makes her laugh. I take her in my arms and spin her away as a song comes on that I like and take her out to dance with me. “You make me happy, baby.”

  She giggles as I touch her bottom and moves my hand up to her waist. “You make me happy too, naughty boy.”

  Nuzzling her ear, I hiss, “You have no idea. Now, back to no talking, wench.”

  She giggles then goes quiet as she looks into my eyes as I spin her around the half-empty dance floor. Silently, we gaze at each other as I think about what I’m about to do.

  The music slows as the DJ changes the song. I pull her in close, she leans her head on my shoulder and I see a throng of women cascading into the ballroom. The escorts have arrived and I wanted to be long gone before they got here.

  It’s been a good while since I’ve been at one of Papa’s parties. No one ever discusses people who aren’t present, so I know none of them has been told that I’m off limits. My presence in the middle of the dancefloor has several of them targeting me.

  “Shit!” I hiss as I try to dance away with Cami before any of them can get to me. I hurry, moving Cami backward until I get to the stage, then I stop dancing and take her by the hand and go up on the stage with her looking at me with complete confusion.

  “Cyprian, what the hell are you doing?” she asks me as I wave at the D.J.

  I grin at her. “No talking except when I ask you something, remember?”

  She nods and looks around at all the people who’ve shown up, suddenly. The DJ comes to me and I whisper, “Can you end the music for a moment? I need to make an announcement.”

  He gives me a thumbs up and the music stops, immediately as he explains, “Cyprian has something he’d like to say.”

  Looking at Cami, I can see she’s nervous as hell. Her eyes are the size of saucers. I give her hand a gentle squeeze to try to calm her down a bit.

  She jumps as cheers come at me from the women who have crammed themselves near the stage. Shouts come from them, asking me to pick them. One flashes her tits and I decided it’s time to quiet them all down. “Ladies, and gentlemen, I have something I’d like to tell you all.”

  “You’re hosting an orgy in your bedroom and all are invited!” one of the women shouts.

  Cami looks at me like she thinks this is insane, which I know now, it is. “It’s okay, baby.”

  “It’s not,” she whispers.

  As I hold her hand, I look out at the crowd of people and say, “The lady next to me has done an amazing thing.”

  “I can do amazing things too, Cyprian. Let me show you,” another woman calls out.

  “No!” I shout. “No, don’t show me anything. Let me finish. You see the amazing thing this woman, Miss Camilla Petit, has done without even trying to, is show me a man who was hidden inside of me.”


  “I knew he had to have more men inside of him,” another lady shouts. “There was just no way only one man could bring that much pleasure to so many!” Laughter follows her words and I find Cami tugging at my hand.

  “Just be patient, baby,” I say as I hold her tight, not about to let her flee. “Okay, ladies, and I use that term loosely, how about you let me finish my tale?”

  “Shush, everyone,” my father calls out from the back of the crowd.

  A hush falls over them all and I go on, “This woman has brought out things in me I never knew I was capable of. She’s brought out love in me. True love, the likes I didn’t know existed until I found her.”

  “Aww,” the crowd moans.

  I reach into my pocket and pull out the little box and get on one knee, looking up at Cami. Her hands fly to cover her mouth and I see the tale-tale signs of tears pooling in her eyes.

  Reaching up for her left hand, she gives it to me and I find it shaking. “Camilla Petit, you are a gift from above. Your kind heart, gentle spirit, and take-no-shit attitude have won my heart. It will forever be yours. So, I’d like to make this thing we have official. Camilla Petit, will you marry me?”

  Her whole body is shaking and the room is so quiet you can hear a cricket chirping somewhere far away. Cami shocks me as she gets on her knees in front of me and nods as she says, “Yes.”

  Slipping the ring on her finger, I say, “You have made me even happier than I was before. You are indeed an amazing woman and I am blessed that you’ve chosen me to spend your life with.”

  Kissing her has everyone clapping and I lift her up as we kiss. When our mouths part, she looks out at the crowd with a huge smile. “Ladies, this man is mine! So, keep your hands to yourself, or you’ll have me to deal with. I do not share!”

  Laughter fills the room and I gesture to the D.J. to get back to playing music. As we exit the stage I find my mother and father have made it to the front and are waiting for us.

  “I never thought I’d see the day when my Cyprian would settle down,” Papa says as he pulls Cami into his arms for a hug. “Be good to him, please.”