I brace myself when I feel Gavin’s hard cock up against my naked skin. Although I’m inexperienced, I know enough to be able to tell that his is a very large dick. I’m not sure what it’s going to do to me.
He pauses, which isn’t what I expected.
"You sold me your virginity, but I want more than that," Gavin says.
I don’t know what he means by this but there’s something about his cock up against my back that makes me feel feisty. He brings out the strong part of me that I usually keep hidden. And yet he also brings out my weak, vulnerable side.
It’s a mystery to me how any of this works, but I have a feeling this isn’t what typically happens the first time someone loses her virginity to someone else.
"Let's start with what you paid for," I tell him, trying to sound stronger than I feel.
I must succeed, because he laughs and pulls my hair back so that I’m looking into his eyes.
Then he says, "You're a feisty one, aren't you?"
I nod, my panties dampening at his Irish accent and the way his sky-blue eyes undress me even though I’m already naked. There’s something about him that drills deeper into me than surface level and he hasn’t even penetrated me yet.
"Good," he replies. "The harder the challenge, the more satisfying the reward."
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he says, as I feel the head of his cock up against my pussy.
He pushes himself into me and I feel pain but it’s mixed with the most amazing pleasure I’ve ever felt— way better than I thought it would be. I gasp as he finishes pushing it all the way in.
It feels as if my body was made for his. I love the way his cock fills me up so completely. I open my legs wider for him while he thrusts himself in and out of me. At the same time, he rubs my nipples, which makes me feel as if I’m about to explode.
“I’m going to fuck you harder now,” he says, the rhythm of his cock getting stronger inside me. “I’m going to claim you as my own.”
“Yes, Gavin,” I whimper, beginning to feel an orgasm wash over me.
“Sir,” he says, pulling my hair slightly back and making me look him in the eyes while he fucks me. “Call me Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, a thrill running through me at the same time my orgasm cascades over my body. “You’re making me come.”
“Come, my little sex slave,” he says, taking his cock almost all the way out of me and then pushing it back in, over and over again.
I never would have thought I would enjoy being called a sex slave but I do.
“I bought you and I can do what I want with you,” he says, before biting me on my shoulder. I can feel tingling all the way down in my toes.
I want him to kiss my entire body, to play with me, suck me, fuck me— do what he wants with me. Make me his. I’m excited to be his sex slave and I’m starting to wish it could last longer than just tonight.
Monique and Tessa were right— there are way better ways to lose one’s virginity than the way that they did. And this just might top the list. I am so glad I waited. I know that nothing could feel as good as Gavin taking me gentle and slow and then hard and fast like this.
He seems to know just what I want. Just what I need.
I think he might be up to something— with the way he paid so much for me and wanted me to be his sex slave and brought me back to this already-prepared room. But I don’t even care. I’m just enjoying it and wanting it to never end.
Another rush runs through me and he says, “You’re going to make me come. My dirty little sex slave is going to make me come.”
“I’m going to come, too, Sir,” I tell him, whimpering and moaning as I feel his cock throb and pulse inside me.
“Come on my big cock,” he says, pulling my hair harder while he thrusts even harder.
“Yes, Sir,” I cry out, fully letting myself go. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”
“Good,” he says, with a heavy groan, grunting a couple more times while we both finish coming.
I lean my head back into his muscular chest and tell him, “Oh, my God, that feels so good.”
“Great,” he says, as he pushes a bookshelf to the left of where it was standing against the wall.
I have no idea what he’s doing, but I don’t care. I’ll let him do anything to me. I want to be his submissive little sex slave. I want him to continue taking me now that he’s claimed me.
Then I see that there are some hooks on the wall.
He reaches onto the bookshelf and picks up some rope.
Wordlessly, he rips off the thong I had been wearing while he fucked me. Then he ties me to the hooks.
I’m in a squatting position, with my legs spread wide apart. I’m completely naked and on display in a very vulnerable position.
And I love it. I love everything he does to me, even if it’s a little scary. I suppose that’s part of the fun.
“Our training is just getting started,” he tells me. “There are some things I need to know.”
“But first, I’m going to make you wait. Because patience is a virtue. And you need to learn to do what I tell you when I tell you to do it, and not before then.”
“Yes, Sir,” I answer, wondering how patient I can be.
He walks over to the door.
“I’m going to go get a drink,” he says. “There’s no telling when I might return. But when I do, you’re only to say, ‘I’ve been waiting for you, Sir, and I am at your every command.’ Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I tell him, hoping he returns soon.
He walks out the door and I’m left waiting for him, aching for him, wondering when he will come fill me up again.
This St. Patrick’s Day hasn’t turned out anything like I thought it would. But I’m enjoying it so much I want it to last forever. As long as Gavin comes back through that door.
I take my time getting a drink and drinking it nice and slow. I watch the news and catch part of a baseball game on TV. I think it’s only Spring Training but a bunch of guys are glued to the screen. These Americans sure do love their national past time.
I think about how good it felt to fuck Jade, for her first time ever. And what it’s already done to me already. How it’s changed me.
All my life, I've been an excellent businessman— the business being organized crime. My father wouldn’t have it any other way.
I've never allowed distractions, always keeping my eyes on the fucking prize.
But now, ever since I first saw her, and especially now that I’ve fucked her, Jade has become my focus, my obsession. And I'm beginning to realize she is the prize.
Thinking about how good it felt to fuck her makes me horny again. My dick is already getting hard for the second time in a row. I feel like I need to have her again. And again and again and again.
It’s not supposed to work like this. I wanted to leave her in there longer, get her nice and ready to tell me everything she knows about what she saw. But instead I’m being driven to go back to her, to take her again and to give myself to her.
When I get back to the room, she says, “I’ve been waiting for you, Sir, and your wish is my command,” just like I had instructed her to do.
Her pussy is dripping wet for me so I know that it’s true. She’s just been sitting here wet and waiting for me the whole time I’ve been gone. I reach down and grab her clit between my fingers, squeezing and rubbing it until she moans for me.
She’s tied up and can’t move so I slap my cock against her face and stick it in her mouth. She sucks on it eagerly, as I push it further into her mouth.
I am going to lose sight of my goal. I am going to fail at my job for the first time ever. But I don’t even fucking care. Suddenly I feel that I’d do anything for her. She makes me weak and leaves me craving her and feeling so fucking needy. But for that I also feel strong. Because I want to protect her. Help her. No matter what.
“Do you like it when I fuck your mouth?” I ask her.
She moans and says, “Yes, Sir I do.”
“Now I need to punish my sex slave more,” I tell her, pushing my cock all the way into her mouth, making her deep throat me.
I’m punishing her for making me want her so badly. For making me fail at my job. For making me love her.
“Do whatever you need to do to me, Sir,” she says, and at least I can tell that I’ve truly broken her.
I love how she was feisty and assertive but now she’s submissive to my control. I must take full advantage of it and find out what she knows or I don’t know what my father will do. For the first time in my life, though, I’m beginning to not fucking care.
Ever since I was small, he’s made me feel afraid of him and he beat me for not doing what he wanted. When he stopped being able to beat me physically, he beat me down emotionally.
Things have changed now. Jade has made me strong. I’m not afraid of my father when I know I need to protect. While my father might rule a lot of gangsters in Ireland, he doesn’t rule me anymore.
Although he scares everyone, I’m the one exception to that now. But I do need to find out just how much Jade knows and how much trouble she— and now I— might be in.
And I also think I’ll have fun doing it.