Dirty Little Virgin: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  She grinned back at him; really, his smile was like sunshine. “You bet.”

  By the end of her first week, Norah was flying. It had been intense, exhausting and high-speed, but she had loved every exhilarating moment of working with Giacomo. He had very fixed thoughts about what he wanted for the campaigns, but he never dismissed her own ideas, listening to them carefully so that in the end, the first draft of the very first advertisement was a fifty-fifty collaboration between them.

  More than that, she found him to be great company. He was relaxed, flirtatious without being creepy, comfortable with himself in a way that Norah envied. But, then again, she supposed, when you looked like Giacomo did, you would be comfortable. It did border on arrogance, some of the time, especially when dealing with people she could tell he didn’t like, but, never, ever with his employees, or with her.

  He came unexpectedly to the Anthology one afternoon when she was working upstairs, and she felt shocked at how happy seeing his face made her. Don’t fall for your client, girl. But, she had to admit – she didn’t think that she could stop herself.

  Norah introduced Giacomo – she just couldn’t get on board with calling him Jack; it was too generic for a man like him – to Zulika, who liked him immediately, and to Ziggy who greeted him like an old friend. Norah almost groaned – looks, class, fun and likes dogs? Yes, please…

  When he invited Norah to come for drinks after a meeting with two of his friends, this time, she agreed and now, as they took a cab into the city, Norah felt nervous – excited nervous, to be sure. Giacomo’s arm was across the back of the seat behind her as they rode in the back of the cab; he was chatting easily, but she couldn’t help but feel the tension that had been building between them. Giacomo held her gaze as he talked to her, but she barely heard a thing. He seemed to sense the turmoil in her. He stopped talking, let the back of his finger drift down her cheek.

  Norah felt her skin vibrating with longing, and his warm fingers brushed her collarbone, she closed her eyes reveling in the feeling of his touch. She felt him move closer, then his lips brushed hers softly. She didn’t dare open her eyes, didn’t want to break the spell or have to deal with the fact that she knew this was wrong. He had a girlfriend. He was her client.

  His lips were firmer against hers now, and she gave a soft moan of desire. His fingers knotted in her long hair, his tongue massaged hers gently. Her hands had a mind of their own, sliding along the length of his hard-muscled thighs.

  Norah opened her eyes. Giacomo was gazing at her, his green eyes dark with desire, drinking in every detail of her face. His lips moved against hers so naturally, their breath mingling. Finally, they drew apart, and Giacomo smiled ruefully. “I have wanted to do that since we met.”

  She flushed with pleasure. “Me too…but, Giacomo, we can’t. We work together; you have a girlfriend.”

  Giacomo nodded sadly. “I know...and I assume you have a partner at home?”

  God, the shock of the reminder sent a pain through her stomach. Lucian. She shook her head. “No. Not anymore.”

  Giacomo stroked her hair. “Bella…we should talk. Not here, obviously,” he half-smiled, “but soon. Soon…I will not have the other…commitment and believe me, not just because of the way I am feeling about you. It had been over long before I was aware of your existence. The work thing…I understand your reticence, but we can work around that. For now, just know…you are all I think about.”

  She could hardly breathe. This gorgeous, beautiful, unattainable man wanted her. She knew the truth of it in his gaze, his words, the tenderness of his touch.

  She was still glowing when they reached the bar, and she was caught up in the introductions. Orlando and Carmel Price, both strikingly beautiful African-Americans, tall, and with the friendliest smiles, were waiting for her, introduced themselves to her, teased Giacomo, who clearly adored them.

  They ordered drinks and sat in a corner booth. Carmel, a human right lawyer, chatted to Norah amiably about her work, Norah’s work and told her about Ferma, their daughter. Norah liked the other woman immensely. Orlando was a riot; funny, erudite and his gentle teasing of Norah made her feel at home with them. Giacomo was relaxed, and at one point, Norah noticed him raising his eyebrows at Carmel, who nodded back approvingly. Norah tried not to blush at the obvious sign of approval she was receiving.

  The evening went on longer than anyone expected, and it was only at ten o’clock that Orlando looked ruefully at his watch. “Sorry to say, we have to get back for the sitter. She’s probably sitting in the corner, sobbing, rocking back and forth because Ferma’s been on a tear.”

  Norah nearly snorted her drink out of her nose at the image. “I must meet Ferma; she sounds like my kind of anarchist.”

  Carmel and Giacomo laughed, and Orlando nodded. “She is that. Norah, it has been an absolute delight to meet you, and I hope it’s just the first of many such evenings.”

  “Hear, hear,” said Carmel, as they all stood. She hugged Norah, whispered in her ear. “I shouldn’t say this, but Jack’s crazy about you.”

  Norah felt tears prick her eyes. “I like him too,” she said, slightly embarrassed but Carmel grinned at her, squeezed her hand.

  “You’ll be good for him, sweetie. I can tell.”

  Orlando gave Norah a bear hug too. “If everyone is free one night next week, can I suggest dinner at our place?”

  They agreed on a night, then Carmel and Orlando left them alone. Giacomo held out his hand to her. “Shall we catch a little night air before getting a cab?”

  They walked down to the waterfront; Giacomo took her hand and held it, winding his fingers through hers. Norah felt like a giddy teenager, and when Giacomo stopped and took her in his arms, she didn’t resist. His kiss was intoxicating, soft at first then as their lips moved together, firmer, rougher until they were both panting. He groaned and broke away. “God, Norah, I’m sorry…I know this is wrong, that I should settle things with Tara first but…” He looked at her with such tenderness she wanted to cry. “I want you, Norah…so badly. In my arms, my bed…my life. Do you feel it too?”

  Norah nodded. “I do.” Her voice barely above a whisper, the breath caught in her throat as he came to her again. Leaning his forehead against hers, he met her gaze.

  “Come home with me, mio caro…” The deep timbre of his voice, the accent…god…

  Norah found herself nodding. “Yes, Giacomo…yes…”

  Norah couldn’t remember the cab ride to Giacomo’s place. She couldn’t remember him leading her into his mansion in Pacific Heights. She couldn’t remember him sweeping her off her feet and taking her up the huge staircase to his bedroom. She could remember every moment of what happened next.

  Giacomo stripped her slowly, kissing every part of her exposed skin. His hand drifting down, under her dress to caress her sex through her panties and she moaned at the touch of him. She cupped the hot, huge length of him through his pants, could feel his desire for her. He murmured her name as her dress fell to the floor and he buried his face in her belly, kissing the soft curve of it, making her shiver in delight. He stood and tugged off his own shirt, his pants, and Norah sank to her knees and slid her hands into his underwear, freeing his diamond-hard cock, and taking it into her mouth. God, the feel of him, she closed her eyes and licked the salty pre-cum from the sensitive tip; there was no way she could take all of him into her mouth, so she stroked the length of him, tracing a pattern with her tongue on the tip, making him groan her name. She could feel him nearing his peak, then he was pulling her up, ripping her panties from her and laying her on the bed, plunging his cock deep inside her sodden, wet cunt. Norah wrapped her legs around his hips and arched her back as the sheer pleasure of being fucked by him took her over completely. Giacomo’s mouth was on her breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth as his cock plowed deep and long into her.

  “God, Giacomo, Giacomo…” Norah couldn’t help but scream his name as his pace increased, the almost violent thrusts of
him, and when he came, she felt the force of his cum shooting deep into her belly. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, lost in his intense gaze. They stayed connected as they kissed and panted for breath, then Giacomo slowly moved out of her and lay by her side, gazing down at her.

  “Norah, you make me the happiest man,” he said, emotion making his voice break. He smoothed his hand down her body. “Beautiful, just beautiful…”

  Norah didn’t know how anything else in the world was beautiful besides this man, but her heart warmed at the compliment. She reached down to stroke his cock, already hardening again.

  “Giacomo,” she nuzzled her nose against his, “you don’t know what this means to me, this night…”

  She felt him stroke a finger along her collarbone, knew what he was seeing. A bruise. From Lucian’s attack on her.

  “What did he do to you, mio caro?” His eyes were dark with danger now; he had obviously guessed she’d been attacked.

  “Something unforgivable.”

  Giacomo nodded, his eyes serious. “I want to kill him for it.”

  Norah kissed him. “He isn’t worth it, Giacomo. He’s nothing. What he did to me…I won’t let him ruin my life…or my sex life. What he did wasn’t sex – it was violence. Pure violence.”

  Giacomo traced the shape of her lip with his finger. “Still, I am surprised you…”

  Norah smiled, a little pang of something inside her. “I know; me too. If it hadn’t been with you, I don’t think I could have, not so soon. But I have to admit…I’ve been thinking about this since I met you.”

  Giacomo grinned, cocky. “Glad to be of service.”

  Norah laughed, but then her smile faded. “What I don’t like is…now, I have done what I said I’d never do; sleep with another woman’s man.”

  Giacomo kissed her fingers. “Principessa, I am your man. But, I do see your point. Believe it or not, I have never been a cheater until now. I have cultivated the image of someone who plays hard and fast with a woman’s heart, but I am really not like that.”

  “Then why do you let people think that?” She was genuinely curious now. He gave her a strange smile.

  “Safety net,” he said simply, and she smiled, her hand stroking his face.

  “I understand.”

  “Somehow, I thought you might. I will talk to Tara tomorrow; she’s out of town tonight.”

  “Does she live here?”

  Giacomo shook her head. “No, she has her own place, one here, one in New York.”

  Suddenly, Norah didn’t want to talk about Tara anymore; she’d already cheated with Giacomo once, and now that they had talked…she pushed him onto his back and straddled him.

  He grinned up at her, looking ten years younger, boyish, free, happy as he stroked her breasts and her belly as she impaled herself on his rock-hard cock. “Bella, the feel of your skin is like silk to me…”

  They made love slowly this time, drinking each other in, then afterward, Giacomo took her in the shower, thrusting into her from behind as he held her against the cool tile. Norah felt every inhibition slip away as he fucked her expertly.

  She wouldn’t stay the night though. “When things are settled with Tara, then I will,” she told him, and although he was disappointed, he accepted it. “At least let me drive you home.”

  The night was warm, and so they drove back to Norah’s apartment with the top down. Norah enjoyed the feel of the cool air on her skin. Giacomo’s hand was on her bare leg as he drove and she smiled over at him.

  This whole night has been a dream, she thought, a total dream.

  Giacomo kissed her tenderly before he let her go. “Goodnight, mio caro.”

  Norah floated back to the apartment. Ziggy gave a delighted woof and padded out of his dog bed to greet her. She sat on the floor with him and hugged him. “My other best man,” she murmured, but then nearly jumped out of her skin as Zulika’s voice came out of the dark.

  “Oh yes?”

  She flicked a lamp on and grinned at a blinking Norah. “You look as if you’ve been fucked professionally. Can I assume you and the billionaire have been knocking boots?”

  Norah flushed scarlet, but couldn’t help the smile that crept her other face. “Am I a slut?”

  Zulika’s eyes widened. “No, but it’s true? Yes, yes, yes!” She punched the air triumphantly. “Was he as good as he looks?”

  Still burning, Norah sat down next to her friend. “Better.”

  “Was he huge? He looks huge.”

  “Zul!”

  “Norah?”

  Norah chuckled. “Yes, alright, yes he is…blessed in that department.”

  “Eggplant or butternut squash?”

  “And that’s all the detail you’re getting,” Norah got up, giggling, but Zulika pulled her back down.

  “Okay, no more details except…are you okay? I mean, after what happened, I’m surprised that you, you know.” Zulika’s eyes were concerned, serious now.

  Norah hugged her. “Me too, actually. But I’m not letting Lucian destroy my life. I wanted Giacomo, so I had him. Now, that does sound slutty,” she burst out laughing, and Zulika joined her.

  “No, it doesn’t. You know what it sounds like, No-No?”

  Norah shook her head. “What?”

  Zulika smiled. “Happiness.”

  Giacomo asked Tara to meet him at her favorite restaurant. After he’d told her, gently, that it was over between them, she stared at him. “And you thought you’d tell me in public so I wouldn’t make a scene?”

  Giacomo sighed. “Yes. Is that what you want to hear, Tara? Honesty? Then, yes.”

  Tara looked away from him, and he was surprised to see tears glinting in her eyes. “Tara?”

  “I need a smoke. Come outside with me.”

  They sat on the patio, and Tara offered him one of her cigarettes before lighting her own. Giacomo, not trusting this calm, shook his head.

  “Tara…we haven’t been happy in god knows how long. You know this.”

  Tara blew a lungful of smoke out. “I know. I just…hope we could find our way back to each other.”

  Giacomo toyed with the stem of his wine glass. “Tara, I know about Lucian Hargity.”

  She laughed derisively. “I figured. Lucian means nothing to me.”

  “And yet he was worth cheating on me with?”

  Tara gave him a withering look. “Please don’t tell me you’ve been entirely faithful to me this all time?”

  “Until I knew it was over, I was.”

  She looked skeptical. “Is that why you hired Lucian’s girlfriend?”

  “Ex-girlfriend, and no. I hired her because she was the best person for the job.”

  Tara’s eyes searched his face. “You’ve fucked her, haven’t you?”

  Giacomo said nothing, kept his face blank, didn’t look away from Tara’s gaze. Tara made a disgusted noise. “Well, little Miss Pure ain’t so pure, after all.”

  That got him. “You don’t know the first thing about Norah, so shut your mouth about her.”

  Tara smirked, and Giacomo knew he’d lost that round. He sighed. “Look, Tara, there’s no reason this has to be unpleasant. I’m going to go now. Take care of yourself.”

  Tara watched him walk away from her. God, he was still so attractive to her, even after she’d cheated on him; at the same time…how dare the fucker dump her? Tara Hubert wasn’t dumped, she was never dumped. Who the hell did Giacomo Conti think he was? One thing she did know – she would make him pay for this.

  She smiled to herself. “No, Giacomo, you’re wrong. There’s every reason this has to be unpleasant,” she murmured to herself, throwing back the last of her wine. “And it’s about to get really fucking unpleasant.”

  Norah drove out to Mountain View the next morning, her heart thumping, almost giddy at the thought of seeing Giacomo. Sebastien noticed the change in her as soon as he saw her.

  “What have you been up to?” He tried to get it out of her, but Norah, giggling, wouldn�
�t tell. He guessed, of course, as soon as Giacomo walked in, his eyes immediately going to Norah. His smile split his face and Norah flushed bright red. Sebastien sniggered, nudged Norah then disappeared as his boss glared at him. Giacomo took Norah’s hand.

  “Come up to my office, Bella.”

  As soon as the door was closed behind them, he took her in his arms and kissed her. His kiss was so passionate, so tender that Norah’s head spun. Breaking away for air, they smiled at each other.

  “I am a single man,” he said simply, and she could have cried with happiness when he added, “but I hope not to be in the next few minutes. Beautiful Norah, will you be mine?”

  “Yes, god, yes,” and as he reached behind her and locked the door, she was already reaching for his fly. He slid his hands under her skirt, pulling her panties down as she freed his cock, already huge and engorged from his pants. He lifted her up, bracing her against the wall and thrust into her.

  “God, Principessa, I have been thinking about this all night. The taste of you, your warm, wet cunt wrapped around my cock…”

  Norah kissed him fiercely, wildly turned on by his dirty talk. “Fuck me hard, Giacomo…”

  And he did, making her come over and over, muffling her cries with his mouth. He came explosively, pumping his seed deep inside her.

  They didn’t get much work done that day and later, Giacomo took her back to his house, and they started over, fucking each other in every different position they could think of. Giacomo moved a mirror so that they could watch themselves screwing, entranced by the sight of his thick, long cock sliding in and out of her red swollen cunt.

  Norah had never known a night like this – wild, uninhibited - he made her feel like a goddess. She had never felt so feminine or sexy or so loved. When Giacomo took her from behind, pushing into her ass, she found new realms of pleasure; when he went down on her, she came again and again.

  Finally, exhausted and sated, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, and Norah already knew she was lost.

  She was in love with him.