Page 36 of Innocence Tamed
I raised my head slightly to look at him and felt my hips jerk involuntarily as I took in the lewd sight of a man’s head between my spread thighs. Pierre raised his face, and I could see my wetness glistening on his lips, chin, and nose. He smiled wolfishly, his eyes dark with desire.
“You taste marvelous, you little whore,” he said, the crude compliment sending another wave of shameful heat through my core.
He gave me one final, deliberate kiss on my clit, the pressure just enough to make me gasp, but not enough to push me over the edge. Then he stood up from the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Keep your legs spread,” he commanded, his voice thick with arousal. “I want to see that pretty little cunt while I undress.”
I watched, unable to look away as he removed the rest of his clothes with methodical precision. His body was magnificent—muscular without being bulky, his chest and abdomen defined by years of careful maintenance. The dark trail of hair that led from his navel to his groin drew my eyes inevitably to his erection, which jutted proudly from his body, impossibly large and intimidating.
When he was fully naked, he reached up the bed and took hold of my waist. I started, and whimpered, but my new sponsor seemed utterly indifferent to my feelings on the matter. He gripped hard, and pulled me all the way down to the foot of the bed in one swift motion. I kept my legs open, sure that Pierre would punish me if I let go and let my thighs close by even a millimeter.
He moved his right hand to the tender back of my thigh, where he had whipped me so fiercely for not wearing the nightgown whose translucent silk now scarcely covered my breasts. He took his enormous cock in his left hand, and then I nearly fainted with shame and need as he began to work the head of his manhood up and down the furrow of my pussy, coating himself in my abundant wetness.
“That’s it,” Pierre murmured. “Get me nice and ready to fuck.”
I felt him nudge the head of his cock against my virgin opening, the pressure both terrifying and thrilling. He lodged himself just inside, stretching me slightly, the sensation making me gasp. I stared up at him, watching his face as he prepared to take my virginity. His expression was a mixture of desire and concentration, his hazel eyes darkened almost to brown with lust.
“Do you think you’re starting to understand about the New Modesty, Audrey?” Pierre asked, his voice husky as he held himself poised at my entrance.
The question caught me off guard. I blinked up at him, trying to focus my scattered thoughts while the head of his cock pressed insistently against my virgin barrier.
“I… I don’t know,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
“Think about it,” he urged, moving his hips in tiny circles that made the head of his cock tease the entrance to my sheath, without pushing any deeper. “What have you learned tonight?”
To my distress, I realized I could imagine submitting to a husband like Pierre. The thought formed with startling clarity—a life where I belonged to him, where my body was his to use, to punish, to pleasure. I imagined him coming home to find I’d left lights on unnecessarily, wasting precious energy. In my mind’s eye, I saw him frowning with stern disappointment, taking the martinet from its place on the wall.
“Bend over,” he would say in that commanding voice of his.
And I would obey, trembling as I lifted my skirt and lowered my panties, presenting my bare bottom for correction. The martinet would whistle through the air, the leather tails leaving fiery stripes across my tender flesh as I counted each stroke, thanking him for the lesson.
Then, when my punishment was complete and my bottom glowed hot with pain, he would push me forward over the arm of the couch. I would hear the sound of his zipper, feel his hands spreading my burning cheeks. “This is how you learn,” he would tell me as he pressed his cock against my tight rear entrance. “Through discipline and surrender.”
And then he would fuck my bottom, claiming that most intimate place as his own, using my pain and submission to reinforce the lesson I’d earned.
The vivid fantasy made me moan, my hips lifting involuntarily toward Pierre’s teasing cock. I was horrified at myself—not just for imagining such a scene, but for the way it made my bodyrespond, my virgin pussy clenching with need around the head of his manhood.
“I can see it in your eyes,” Pierre murmured, satisfaction evident in his tone. “You’re beginning to understand in your mind what your body has known for a long while.”
I turned my face away, unable to bear his penetrating gaze. “It’s not right,” I whispered, even as my hips betrayed me with another small, needy movement. “Women shouldn’t be treated like… like property.”
Pierre’s serious tone brought my attention back to his handsome features.
“Except,” he said, “when they need it as badly as you do, Audrey.”
His words cut through me like a knife, as if they’d exposed a truth I still desperately wanted to deny. My body quivered beneath him, not with fear but with unwelcome recognition. I suddenly felt that perhaps this man saw me—truly saw me—in a way no one ever had before.
“Are you ready to belong to me, Audrey?” Pierre asked, his voice low and serious. “To be my little whore, to serve me, to learn from me?”
I stared up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. This was the moment—the precipice between my old life and whatever lay beyond. Everything in my rational mind screamed to refuse, to fight, to maintain the illusion of independence I’d clung to for so long.
But my body knew better. For the first time in what seemed like hours I remembered that the moment Pierre’s manhood enteredmy pussy I would earn enough money to live on for a year. The idea that Selecta’s First Intimacy Premium had anything to do with why I had ended up here, about to have my pussy deflowered, seemed terribly strange. My new sponsor had made it clear much more important things, much more essential needs than money, were at stake.
“Oui,” I whispered, trembling. “Oui, Monsieur.”
Pierre’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. He took firm hold of my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh with possessive intent. Without warning, he thrust forward, driving his rigid penis deep into my vagina in one powerful stroke.
I screamed as my virginity gave way beneath his invasion. The pain was sharp, sudden—a burning stretch that radiated outward from my core. Tears sprang to my eyes, my back arching off the bed as my body struggled to accommodate his size.
