Page 33 of Innocence Tamed
I’d just been whipped—actually whipped—by a man I barely knew. I’d come under his touch, had sobbed and begged, had called himMonsieuras if it were the most natural thing in the world. And now I was about to put on this revealing nightgown and—my stomach fluttered wildly—take his cock in my mouth.
I should have been running for the door, screaming for help, doing anything but obediently retrieving this scandalous piece of lingerie. Yet here I stood, my punished bottom burning, my virgin pussy wet and aching, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and shameful anticipation.
“Audrey.” Pierre’s voice carried from the living room, impatience evident in his tone. “Don’t make me come get you.”
I hurried back to the living room, the thong still hampering my steps as it stretched between my knees. Pierre had moved to sit on the couch, his long legs stretched out before him, his jacket removed and draped neatly over the arm of the sofa. His white shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, the top button undone to reveal a glimpse of tanned skin at his throat.
“Bring it here,” he commanded, putting out his hand. “Give it to me.”
I approached slowly, the nightgown clutched in front of me like a shield, though it concealed nothing with its transparent fabric.When I reached the couch, Pierre took the garment from my hands, examining it with casual interest.
“Very pretty,” he commented, running his fingers over the delicate lace trim. “Now, put this on for me. The panties stay around your knees to remind you.”
My cheeks burned as I reached for the nightgown, but Pierre held it just out of my grasp.
“Slowly,” he instructed. “I want to enjoy this moment.”
I stood motionless as his eyes traveled leisurely over my body, lingering again on my small breasts, my flat stomach, the furrow between my thighs where I no longer had the curls that had covered my private parts.
Finally, he handed me the nightgown. With trembling hands, I slipped it over my head, the whisper-soft fabric floating down around my body. It barely reached the tops of my thighs, leaving my punished bottom partially visible, I felt certain.
“Kneel in front of me,” Pierre commanded, his voice low and steady.
I froze, staring at him in sudden panic. The sheer nightgown clung to my body, revealing more than it concealed. My nipples pressed visibly against the delicate fabric, and I knew the transparent material would hide nothing of my freshly waxed sex. The thought of kneeling before him in that already submissive state sent terribly conflicting emotions through me.
I shook my head, taking a small step backward. “I-I can’t,” I whispered.
Pierre’s eyebrows rose slightly, his expression hardening. “Would you prefer another whipping? Perhaps this time withyour nightgown raised to your waist so I can see every reaction of your prettycon?”
His words sent a shiver through me. The memory of the martinet’s sting across my tender flesh still felt vividly present, my bottom and thighs burning with the aftermath of his discipline.
“No,” I said quickly, my voice small.
“Then kneel,” he repeated, the command harsher this time.
CHAPTER 15
Audrey
My legs shook as I slowly lowered myself to my knees before him, the carpet soft against my skin. In this position, I felt utterly submissive, to the horror of the rational, independent woman who claimed to be me most of the time. My face was level with a billionaire’s lap, my body bent to his pleasure. The sheer nightgown rode up slightly as I knelt, exposing the lower curves of my punished bottom.
Pierre leaned back slightly, his hands moving to his belt. The sound of the leather sliding through the buckle made my heart race, my mouth suddenly dry with anticipation and fear. His fingers moved to his zipper, lowering it with deliberate slowness. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he reached into his trousers and withdrew his rigid manhood.
I gasped involuntarily. I had never seen an erect penis in person before, and Pierre’s looked terribly intimidating. Long and thick, it jutted proudly from the opening in his elegant trousers, the head flushed dark with blood, a small bead of moistureglistening at the tip. The shaft was veined and rigid. My eyes widened as I watched it pulse slightly with each beat of his heart.
“Look at it closely,” Pierre instructed, his voice somehow both gentle and commanding. “This is the cock that will take your virginity tonight. You should become well acquainted with it first.”
My face flamed with embarrassment, but I couldn’t look away. There was something mesmerizing about this physical sign of my new sponsor’s masculinity—the raw power it represented, the promise of pleasures I had only vaguely imagined.
“Closer,” he urged, his hand moving to the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he guided me forward until my face was only a centimeter or two from his erection. “Observe the details. Learn what pleases a man.”
This close up, I could smell his masculine scent—clean but undeniably male, with hints of expensive cologne and something dark and bestial underneath. The heat radiating from his flesh warmed my cheeks as I stared at his erection, mesmerized despite my embarrassment.
“Kiss it,” Pierre commanded softly, his fingers still tangled in my hair, not forcing but definitely guiding. “Just a gentle kiss on the tip to begin.”
I hesitated, my breath coming in short, nervous gasps. This was happening. I was actually about to put my mouth on a man’s penis—on Pierre’s massive cock. The thought made my stomach flip with embarrassment and anxiety… and helpless, unwelcome need.
“Don’t make me wait, Audrey,” he warned, his voice taking on the dangerous edge that made me shiver.
