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“You said you enjoyed it.”

“Enjoyment isn’t relevant here. I’m a submissive trainer. I need your absolute trust, and until you’re ready to give me that, I don’t see a way forward. I can teach you about kink, but I won’t fuck you. It’s your choice.”

Chapter 9

PIERCE

My heart is hammering in my chest, betraying the façade of measured control. I’ve already broken my carefully constructed rules for this woman, and I unwittingly broke another. I don’t fuck virgins. I don’t train them. Jesus, I was so fucking rough with her, so eager to sink balls deep inside her cunt.

Pent-up anger radiates through every cell, threatening to push me over the edge. With anyone else, this would be over already. I don’t tolerate lying, even by omission. I get off the bed and start pacing the room, trying to ignore the fact that my cock is hard for her, even now.

“Sir…”

I scrub my hand over my face as I try to process what I’ve done and what she did.

“You signed the contract. How could you neglect to mention that you wanted to try something as simple as sex for the first time? God, the stuff I asked you about. I’m fucking livid right now. If you had any experience before now, I’d be chaining you up and punishing you for such a massive error in judgment. In fact, I would terminate the contract immediately.”

“Please don’t do that. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“Don’t lie to me, little one. If you thought it was nothing, you’d have told me straight out the gate. For God’s sake, I ate you out in the voyeur hall.” There’s a weight on my chest—frustration, anger, and fucking lust.

“I enjoyed it… Sir.”

“Fuck.” I continue to pace, fighting the urge to fuck her into submission. I’m a castrated Dom right now. I’ve always prided myself on my rules. At work. In my playroom. I’m the master of every domain I inhabit, but this little one—she confounds me. I know I should walk away right now, but I couldn’t leave this room if it were on fire.

“I’m so sorry, Sir.”

“You shouldn’t have to apologize for losing your virginity. But can you understand why I’m furious?” I never lose control. I’m always level-headed. I hate how angry I am at this moment. We barely know each other, and yet I want her trust.

“I didn’t want the fairy tale. I waited for it and overthought every aspect. I let guys do the foreplay thing, and I knew it wasn’t what I wanted.”

“How can you say that? Guys being inept at proper foreplay isn’t reason enough to let a guy like me fuck you.”

“Guys like you?”

“Yeah, guys who use women to satisfy their sexual needs without any commitment.”

“You committed the next six months of your life to me. That’s more than most women get in a relationship.”

“Why are your standards so low?” I don’t understand why she’s being this way.

“I’m nothing special.” Her words are a dagger through my chest. I’ve spent several hours with this woman, and I already know she’s different.

“You have no idea how spellbinding you are, little one.” I strut back over to the bed and slide in beside her, holding her in my arms. This shouldn’t even be a discussion. I’ve never had a submissive lie to me on this scale. When it comes to this lifestyle, omission is as good as lying. I should’ve listened to my gut when she said she wanted to remain anonymous. Venom provides discretion unlike any club I’ve ever been to. This place is locked down tight.

I should let go of her and leave, but I can’t relinquish my hold, something in me unable to bear this being her lasting memory of losing her virginity. It’s a big responsibility, which is why I don’t take on submissives without at least vanilla sexual experience.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

For a woman to reach her age and still be a virgin is rare these days, and I didn’t just take it from her—I ripped it from her body. I have no words. No wisdom to bestow in this moment.

“Please, Sir, say something.” Her voice is barely a whisper, breaking my heart as she begs for my approval. The way she addresses me—how she purrs ‘Sir’—has me wanting to make this better for her. I can give her tenderness if only for tonight.

“What do you want me to say, little one?”

“That you forgive me. That I can be your good girl.”

I reach down, cupping her cheek, our eyes fixed on each other. “You were so good, little one. Absolutely beautiful in your submission.”

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