Page 51 of Dirty Little Virgin
What we have can’t last forever ...
Jade
Drowning in complete darkness, I wait as my body pulses with anxiety for Pierce to start our scene. Whispers are all I hear as the audience grows impatient for the entertainment to begin. I remind myself that this is what I wanted—my time here to end with a bang. Something to have in my reservoir for inspiration once I begin my writing career.
When the music begins with soft drumbeats, I close my eyes and try to breathe the way Pierce taught me to, calming myself as a spotlight opens on me. Kneeling by what’s only the frame of a door, I wait with my head tucked just right, signaling my subordination to Pierce.
The audience cheers and I hear bare feet pad past me.Pierce is here, and things will begin now …
“Come to me,” he shouts with an authoritative tone to his deep voice.
I rise and go to him, head bent, trying so hard not to hyperventilate as I take in deep breath after deep breath. Pierce told me that if I start to feel my body tingling, I’ve taken too many and must stop and slow down.
His hand touches my chin and I look at him. His hazel eyes are showing bluer at the moment, and I can see a certain amount of vulnerability in them, a thing he’s tried hard to hide all day long.
My body loses the tension it was holding as he kisses me gently and murmurs, “I love you,” too quietly for anyone else to hear.
“I love you,” I whisper back to him and lower my head again as he begins to wrap the rope around my arm.
He caresses it as he makes each loop around it, sending my body into even more of a relaxed state. We’ve changed my outfit a bit. Instead of only a few pieces of leather covering me, he found something that doesn’t leave me so open to the audience. Many straps of leather crisscross my body and the pieces across my boobs and bottom can be moved so he can access them, a thing I’m still grappling with in my head.
To be taken in front of an audience is more than daunting and my moral compass is spinning out of control. But then again, I won’t be sticking around to look into the eyes of the people who are watching me. People who’ve done similar things to what I’m about to do. People who should never judge.
With one arm secured, Pierce moves his hand along my shoulders as he goes to wrap the rope around my other arm. Heat is left along the line his fingers trail over. My legs are beginning to shake and I pray I can stay on my feet until he has me tied up. Then the rope will hold me and I can really relax.
Pierce finishes with both arms and then kneels beside me, running his hands up one of my legs, then the other. His fingertips touch my inner thighs at the top and I stifle a moan that suddenly forms inside of me.
To think that this is the last time I might feel his touch is almost too much to bear. I shake my head to clear it from thoughts like that. I have to remain confident that what we have will override his foolishness about work taking him over.
Of course, a worry that he’s right sits in the back of my mind, toying with my faith that love will win out in the end. I have to keep my mind on what I believe. I believe he’ll call me one day, not too far away from now, and tell me he wants to see me. It’s not out of the realm of things which could happen.
With my legs bound, Pierce begins to haul my body up into the air and I finally feel the weightlessness of being held by the ropes. Relief washes over me. Now all I have to do is let Pierce do what he does. I can hang here and do nothing else other than experiencing the things he does to my body which I’ve come to love.
Yes, even the parts with the flogger and the whip!
Facing down, Pierce comes to me and gives me another kiss, then places a blindfold made of black lace over my eyes. I’ve found it does help me to get into things much faster than without it. “Color, Jade.”
“Green.”
He moves away from my face and goes to the other end of me, pulling at the ropes, taunting me while making the audience gasp as he hauls my body all over the place, making it buck in the bonds as I’m suspended in the air. I can’t help myself as I cry out a few times when I feel as if I’m actually falling, and the audience gasps when I do.
Pierce ends the rope play and goes to get the whip, cracking it around my body. I’ve learned this looks like he’s really striking me at times. The real thing that sends me into a nervous sweat is how close he comes sometimes. I can feel the slightest sting of the ends of the whip. But he’s never hurt me yet, so I have confidence in his skill.
With that part of the scene over, I know the next part is where I do get hit. I’ve grown to be able to take thirty strikes with the flogger, a thing Pierce says isn’t bad for someone who’s only been doing this for a couple of months.
The first strike always hurts the least. It’s the subsequent ones that take their toll on my ass. The flogger hits one cheek, then the other, in rapid succession. It feels as if it’s being pummeled the way a boxer would hit one of those things that hang down and he hits over and over again.
One would think it’s very painful, and it’s somewhat painful, but the crazy thing is how I perceive it all. It’s Pierce’s skilled hand behind that thing. It’s an extension of him, much like his cock, tongue, or hands for that matter—all things he uses to pleasure me with. Somehow my mind goes to that place with what he uses to strike me with.
My pussy clenches with each smack and the sound alone sends my juices pooling inside of me, wanting to moisten up for Pierce to enter me with ease. All my body and mind want is Pierce’s dick inside of me. As hard as that is to believe, it’s true.
The last five strikes have me screaming with each one as the pain becomes nearly unbearable. Then he stops and comes to my head. “Color, Jade.”
As I huff and puff and feel the heat of tears stinging my eyes, I mentally scan my body and come up with the answer, “Green.”
His hand moves over my shoulder as he leans in close, pecking my cheek with a kiss. “That’s my girl.”
His hand trails down my body as he makes his way to begin the oral stimulation, and I begin to quiver, not only with desire but with embarrassment.My pussy is about to be in the spotlight!
