Dirty Little Virgin: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  And with her harsh words, I made it my personal mission to make her see what we had was so much more than just fucking. I wanted to show her what she’d be missing if she didn’t do what I wanted her to.

  Ivy

  John’s body mastered mine in every way. His slightest movement was so quickly followed by mine that we seemed seamless. It was instant and hot as we connected, sexually. But John was trying to make it more than just what it was, amazing sex.

  He was hell bent on getting me to cry out for him. Scream my need for him. Which I had to fight myself not to do. He knew how to handle my body. That was no lie. But I had to maintain that everything was merely sex and nothing more than that.

  So what if my mind was hazy with the multiple orgasms he gave me!

  And who cared if I’d never, ever had more than one at a time with any other man?

  The fact was Johnathon Thompson was a Navy man. He took on dangerous missions as a SEAL, and he was destined to end in a blaze of glory that would leave me heartbroken.

  No, thank you!

  I rolled over as he came back into his bedroom with a couple of bottles of water. We’d fucked for hours and were in need of hydration.

  He held the water out just high enough over my head, I couldn’t reach it. “You’ll have to give me a kiss for it, Ivy.”

  “I would,” I said with a grin. “But we both know where that kiss will take us. So, just give me the water then we can talk about a kiss.”

  With a nod, he agreed and handed me the water. He climbed on the bed, staying on his knees and chugging the water as he looked at me.

  His muscles were so defined, it was like looking at a sculpture. With such a perfect body, I had to wonder what had kept the man from finding love. So, I asked, “John, how long’s it been since you had a serious girlfriend?”

  “What if I told you I’ve never gotten serious with anyone. Not since high school. That was my longest relationship.” He drank the rest of his water then tossed the empty bottle away. “Hurry up, I have an idea.”

  I drank what water I had left and asked, “So, what’s this idea?”

  He pointed to the television and the little thing on top of it that had a red light glowing on it. “See that?”

  “I do.”

  “It’s a mini camera. Wanna turn it on and watch ourselves on television?”

  “Can you do that without it recording us?” I asked as I wasn’t stupid. I didn’t want some raunchy sex tape getting out when he got mad at me for some reason. Or simply didn’t care if he upset me by showing it off.

  “I can but won’t a recording be so much better? That way, we’ll have it to watch whenever we want to.” He ran his arms around me and picked me up. Nudging my cheek, he whispered, “I wanna hold you up on my shoulders and eat your pussy.”

  When a man says that kind of shit to you, your brain takes a hiatus and your mouth says, “Oh, okay. Yeah, I’d like to see that on television.”

  “Me too.” He climbed off the bed, turned on the television, turned on the overhead light and dimmed it a bit. Then he pushed a button, and I saw myself on the T.V. Bare-assed naked and already taking deep breaths as he came to me, picking me way up high.

  I looped my legs over his shoulders and planted my pussy in his face. His hot lips pressed against my clit and I moaned as he kissed it. John walked backward until my back was against the wall. I could watch on the television as he began to lick my folds.

  Through the television, I watched his ass cheeks contract, pulsing as though he was fucking someone as he ate me out. It was the most arousing shit I’d ever watched and the fact I was feeling the sensations his mouth was giving me, made it that much hotter.

  My nails dug into his shoulders as I held onto them. His tongue was working magic on me. I was huffing and puffing with all my might and then I was cumming. All over his face, I was letting it all go as I screamed, “John! Fuck, John!”

  He was ravenous. Licking, sucking, and the occasional bite had me losing my shit. I bucked as he sent me into a frenzy of lust. Then he walked to the bed and laid me down on it. He pulled my ass to the edge and slammed his cock into me.

  I turned my head and watched on the T.V. as he fucked me hard and mercilessly. He made my body do more than I knew it could. With his thumb, he rubbed my hooded clit until I was climaxing again. Shouting and screaming as my body moved in waves of pure pleasure. The smile he had on his face when he finally came too, made my heart jump. “And that’s a wrap, baby.”

  He pushed me up on the bed, helping me to rest my head on the pillow. Then he climbed up next to me and pulled me to lie on his chest. I could barely breathe. I was exhausted, and when he kissed the top of my head, sweetly, I closed my eyes. “I’ll get up and go to my bed in a minute,” I told him.

  “Don’t you dare leave me tonight, Ivy. I’ll come find your ass if you do. I want you in my arms.” And with that, he and I dropped off to sleep.

  Sometime, much later in the night, I opened my eyes, not knowing where I was. The sound of light snores had me feeling along the bed for who was making the noises.

  The television had gone off, and so had the lights. Everything began to get clearer in my head as I found John’s body lying on the edge of the bed. It was then that I realized, I’d turned sideways and pushed him nearly off the bed. A tactic I’d been known for all my life. I wasn’t the kind of person who liked to share a bed.

  Getting out of it, I crept out of his bedroom and went to mine. I’d remembered what he’d said about coming to find me, but I wasn’t all that afraid of him doing that. Not when he woke up and found himself nearly falling off the bed.

  I saw my notebook, lying on the nightstand where I’d left it in the guestroom. I wrote him a note and taped it to my door. Just something to let him know I wasn’t thinking we’d fallen in love or anything like that and he was free to not worry about my feelings. I was cool.

  Then I climbed into the soft bed and snuggled down. My eyes barely closed when the door opened, and I found John tossing the waded note at me. “Fuck that shit, Ivy. I told you to stay in my bed. And the note was not necessary. I know we aren’t in love. I am in lust, though. And I think you are too. And I’ve never slept better, so scoot your ass over, let me in.”

  “John, you’re going to make things hard on yourself when I leave. But I’ll let you climb in with me for now. When you find your ass on the floor because I have a habit of pushing people out of my bed, don’t be surprised.”

  He leaned up on his elbow to look down at me. “And don’t you be surprised when I don’t end up on the floor, and you end up staying with me, baby.” He kissed my cheek and laid back down, pulling me up on his chest and holding me tight.

  The man was nuts. That’s all I could think at that time. He’d wanted to leave a little secret truth behind for his son to see one day and in moments that all seemed not to matter anymore. I was all that mattered. Or so I thought.

  Johnathon

  The sun, shining through the guestroom window, woke me up. Ivy was resting so well, I didn’t want to wake her. I got up and went to my bedroom to clean up a bit. When I pushed open my bedroom door, the smell of sex hit me hard.

  I took the sheets off the bed and went to toss them into the washing machine. My cell was lying on the kitchen table, and I picked it up to find my SEAL commander had left me a message.

  There was an important mission coming up where my area of expertise would be useful. If I thought I could handle it, he needed me back. The mission should take about a month. My hunting skills are what he needed. That’s all he could tell me in the text message.

  I searched my head that had been so full of what I wanted to do. What I wanted before I got a taste of Ivy, that is.

  Maybe it was her that I needed. All the thoughts of having something out there for Kyle to find in the future were gone. My head was crystal clear, for the first time since my heart had stopped.

  Leaving something to fuck up Kyle’s mind wasn’t a thing
I wanted to do anymore. I knew it’d only hurt him to know I was his real father.

  Hell, I didn’t have anything good to tell him about it at all. I didn’t love his mother. I didn’t want a kid. I wanted to fuck her virgin pussy is all, and he didn’t ever need to know that.

  I felt like a viable man again. And an asset to my team. I texted my commander that I’d be on base that afternoon. He could count on me.

  After a quick shower, to make myself smell great again, I went to the guest room, finding Ivy was also in the shower. I pulled back the shower curtain and surprised her as she was rubbing soap on her pussy.

  “Oh, let me do that,” I said with a whistle.

  “No, you’ll just get it all dirty again,” she chided me. “Get out of here so I can get my clothes on. You know that won’t happen if you help me, John.”

  “I’ll leave you alone. I have something to tell you anyway. Get dressed while I make breakfast.” I left her alone as requested.

  She was right, anyway. I had things to do, and sex wasn’t on the table that morning.

  I had eggs and bacon cooked up and plated as she came out of the guestroom. “Smells great,” she said as she ran her hand through her damp hair.

  “Thanks. Pull up a chair and let’s dig in,” I said as I put the plates down.

  She took a bite of the bacon and moaned, “So good!”

  “Yeah, it’s made out of wild hog. I get it smoked by this guy who lives down the street.” I popped a piece into my mouth and enjoyed the flavor too.

  “So, when do you want to get back to work on the book, John?” she asked then took a bite of the scrambled eggs.

  “Oh, I don’t. I’m scratching that whole thing. No book, Ivy.”

  She stared at me with a blank expression. “Huh?”

  “Yeah, I don’t wanna to do that.” I scratched my head and added. “Ever. That was so selfish of me. I don’t know what I was thinking. Anyway, I’m going to need to get the hell out of here pretty soon. I have to get my dog to the guy who watches him for me when I have to go back to base.”

  “You’re going back?” she asked, looking puzzled.

  I nodded. “Yeah, I got a message that I’m needed.”

  “But your head. What about your mental condition?” she asked as she looked me over.

  “I feel great. Thanks to you. Thanks so much for coming, Ivy. I think I just needed you.” I took the last bite of eggs and placed the last bite of bacon into my mouth then got up to clean my plate.

  When I turned around, I saw Ivy looking stunned. She finished her food and got up too. “I’ll get going then.”

  “Yeah, I’ll be busy for like a month or so,” I said as I cleaned up the rest of the kitchen and heard the buzzer go off on the dryer. “Sheets are done. I’ll go make the bed.”

  After getting the sheets, I found Ivy in the living room with her bags. “Let me make the bed, John. It’s the least I can do.”

  “Hell no!” I said as I kept going to my room. “I can do this so quickly it’d stagger your mind.”

  “Oh, then I’ll just get out of your way then,” she said, and I suddenly got the impression that her feelings were hurt.

  I dropped the things on the couch and picked her up in my arms and kissed her. She moaned as her arms wrapped around me. When our kiss ended, I told her, “I’ll send you that video of us. You can watch it and think about me while you diddle yourself.”

  Her cheeks went red, and she batted at my chest. “John!”

  “Well, you can,” I said then let her go. “I’ll walk you out.”

  Picking up her bags, I took her hand and led her outside. It was a warm sunny morning. My spirits were higher than they’d been in forever. And Ivy was the reason for it all.

  I put her bags in the backseat then turned and picked her up in my arms again. Our kiss lasted a bit longer that time. It went deeper, and if I didn’t have anywhere to go, it would’ve taken us right back into the house where I’d have fucked the shit out her ass again.

  But things had to be done and she needed to get back to her life. When I let her go, she surprised me as she whispered, “I lust you, Johnathon Thompson.”

  “Oh, do you now?” I asked as I gazed into her light brown pools of desire. She was hot for me. And at least she wasn’t acting like she wasn’t. “I lust you too, Ivy Rider.”

  I gave her one more kiss then put her into her car and watched her drive away. She’d been the best thing to ever happen to me. I knew I was lucky she’d found me.

  Then I went back inside to get myself ready to get back to work.

  Ivy

  Six weeks passed without one word from John. He sent me the video of us a bit later the morning I left, along with a brief message about how much fun he had and how I was the best women he’d ever known. But that was it.

  As much as I’d been the one saying that it was all just sex, I was the one who was left mooning over the man. The man I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever see again.

  He’d went back to the base. I was sure he was called back for a mission. I’d listen to the news every single time I heard anything about military strikes.

  Going to bed one night, I found myself watching our video on my cell as I laid in bed. I wasn’t diddling myself, as John had put it. I was looking at the man I missed so damn much it hurt.

  I’d written a short story about our brief time together. A little hot nugget I gave my readers for free. Something to tide them over until my next novel was ready.

  Many of the readers sent me messages about how much better the writing was and how in depth the hot scenes were. John was right, I did get better at it by my experience with him.

  Placing my cell on the nightstand, I turned off the lamp and tried to get to sleep. A small ding had me picking the phone right back up, and I saw I had a text from some number I didn’t recognize.

  -Ivy, this is John. I’m okay. Wasn’t sure if you heard the news or not, but I’m okay. Just wanted you to know.-

  When I tried to text back, it showed the number wasn’t a viable number, and I couldn’t do it. I didn’t know how he got that to me, but I had to find out what had happened.

  I turned on the television and went to a news channel, and that’s when I saw the breaking news that was all over the screen. There’d been an attack, and many military personnel had been injured and killed.

  Looking up, I said out loud, “Thank you, God, for letting him contact me before I saw this. I would’ve lost it.”

  I cared about John. My heart pounded as I thought about what if he had been hurt or worse. I knew a tiny part of the pain people who have loved ones in the armed forces feel. And I knew I did more than lust after John.

  With his home address still in my notes, I decided to write him a letter. One that would let him know the truth about how I felt. He could do with that knowledge what he wanted to. I just wanted it out there for him.

  I’d thought I couldn’t take having a boyfriend in that kind of danger. The fact was, it was too late. I already had a man in that kind of danger. I cared about Sergeant Johnathon Thompson. All the miles between us and the days that had passed with us not talking at all hadn’t stopped that from happening.

  With no idea when he’d even go back home, the letter was the only way for me to let him know what I was feeling. So, I left it all up to the powers that be if John and I would ever see one another again.

  Johnathon

  The date on the letter was three weeks prior to when I got it. I wasn’t at home when I did. I’d had the guy who was taking care of my dog forward my mail to me.

  Ivy had finally written to me. I took the letter and went to a private area to read it. If it was a leave her the hell alone letter, I might get misty, and the men didn’t need to witness that shit.

  The time that had passed cemented something in my heart and soul. I loved the woman who took me by storm!

  She never left my thoughts for long. Her face was burned into my brain. The way she felt in my
arms was a thing that lingered in my mind often. But I lived a dangerous life, and she might not want anything to do with a man like me.

  As I took a seat behind my desk in my office, I opened the letter and looked directly at the last line. How she’d signed it would tell me if I could read that letter or put it away until I knew I could handle the rejection that might be in it.

  My eyes took in her last words, ‘With all the love in my heart, I’ll wait for you, John.’

  With a lump in my throat, I read her words of love and how she wanted me. She wanted all of me. All I needed to do was tell her if I wanted all of her too.

  That letter stayed in a small chest I had for the rest of my life. Ivy and I got married only a few weeks later, and she and I went on the have seven children. I met the woman with one plan in my head, and everything changed so quickly.

  It just goes to show you that not all plans are meant to be carried out. No matter how much thought and time you put into them. Some of them aren’t meant to be.

  Love is what matters the most…

  The End

  Dirty Little Virgin Deleted Scene

  Jade

  Steam rolls out of the large pot I’ve taken the lid off of so Pierce can drop the live lobsters into the water that’s just begun to boil. “I can’t watch,” I whine as my eyes close, and turn my back to the carnage my husband is bringing down on the poor, unsuspecting lobsters I named Benny and Joon.

  “It happens so fast, they feel nothing,” he tells me in a vain attempt to end my guilt over how much I’ll be enjoying them soon. Putting his arms around me from behind, he uses the dish towel I have in my apron pocket to wipe his hands. His lips press against the hollow behind my ear. “And something as special as a five-year anniversary deserves a special meal. Don’t you agree, baby?”

  Turning in his arms, I look into those hazel depths I’ve come to know so well. “Your beard is filling in already, and it’s only two days into our little vacation back at our cabin.” The hair is smooth as I run my hand over his cheek.