Page 25 of Boss Me Around

I can do this.

I can lose my virginity in a bike shop while pretending to be a princess having an after-hours dalliance with my serving boy.

It will be fun and a little silly and keep both Christian and I from taking the whole “first time” thing too seriously.

If penetration hurts as much as some of my friends have told me it did when they had their first time, I won’t break character. I’ll work through it in a princessly fashion, and it will be better the next time around. Every woman I’ve talked to about this kind of thing has assured me that sex gets better with repetition. Even Becky, whose boyfriend was also a virgin when they started hooking up, said they were having great fun by the end of their first month between the sheets.

But Christian is far from a novice. Christian knows his way around a woman’s body, has probably “deflowered” his fair share of virgins, and will put all his considerable knowledge to work in the name of pleasuring me out of my mind.

That’s why I’m here.

I trust him, I believe he has my best interests at heart, and I know he won’t judge me for not knowing all the sex ropes by the ripe old age of twenty-three.

At least…I hope he won’t.

He did laugh at me earlier, though.

The thought slows my steps as I move through the business part of the shop into the breakroom and the office beyond…

What if he laughs at me again? Or worse, what if he isn’t interested, after all? What if once things start to get hot and heavy, he goes limp, like Tyson did every time my clothes started to come off?

I’m about to race back to my car and text Christian, demanding he make a vow not to tease or laugh at me before I come back in, when the office door opens and Christian appears, still dressed in his historical garb on top, jeans on bottom.

He carries a cutting board with two silver flagons on top, just like the ones they served mead in at the fair.

“Milady summoned me?” he asks in a husky voice, the heat in his eyes making it clear laughter is nowhere on the agenda tonight.

I pull in a breath, committing to my role—and to this big, scary, oh-so-exciting step—as I nod. “Yes, boy. I have a thirst that must be quenched.”

“I brought wine. The pink kind you like, milady.” He moves farther into the room, headed toward a large wooden trunk that seems to serve as a coffee table for the space. There are couches on either side of it and perpendicular to those, a neatly made twin bed.

A bed…

That’s the bed, the place where I’m going to lay down a virgin and rise up a sexually educated woman of the world. Or at least a slightly more sexually enlightened one.

Suddenly, the thought isn’t scary at all. It’s tantalizing and the sight of Christian bending over to set down his tray—making his jeans draw tight against his gorgeous backside—has me ready to get this show on the road.

This man is mine for the night and I intend to make the most of it.

“I’m not thirsty for wine, boy,” I say, my imperious tone much more solid this time around.

He turns, arching a brow. “Then what do you thirst for, milady?”

I sway closer, my skirts swishing around my thighs as I move. “I think you know, boy. I’ve seen the way you look at me in the halls of the castle. And I saw you last week, spying on me from behind the curtains while I took my bath.” I run my fingertips lightly across the top of my breasts, still pushed up nearly to my chin in my corset. But the slight discomfort of the costume is totally worth it for the fire that blazes to life in Christian’s eyes as he follows the path of my hand. “Did you like what you saw, boy? Did you wish to touch my bare skin with your hands, the way my attendants do?”

“Touch and…taste, milady.” His hands curl into fists at his sides. “May I have permission to pleasure you, princess? To ease your thirst for love?”

“It isn’t love I want, boy,” I say, my heart galloping in my chest as I stop mere inches away from the delicious man who’s going to be my first. “It’s cock. Do you have a sturdy one? And if so, is it up for the job at hand?”

He reaches out, gripping my wrist and pulling my hand against the front of his jeans, making my breath rush out as I feel how thick and swollen he is behind his fly. “I’m up for the job in every way, milady. My cock is yours for the night. Let me put it to service for your pleasure.”

“Yes, please,” I say as he wraps an arm around my waist, lifting me off my feet as he swings us both toward the bed.

And then his mouth crashes into mine and I’m lost in a swirl of sensation.

I thought I’d had some good kisses in my life, but I’ve never experienced anything like the full-body-blood-rush of Christian’s lips rough and sweet on mine. Christian’s tongue claiming my mouth with deep strokes. Christian’s hands holding me tight as he devours me.

There’s no way this is a pity fuck.

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