“Now, gem, I’m going to reward you for being such a willing submissive.” He stumbles over his words, and it’s not what I would expect from this dominant man who’s had his fill of women.
As I watch him roll a condom over his erection, I’m full of anticipation, and if I didn’t know it by now, this is precisely the man I want with me for the first time.
“I can’t be gentle, precious. You do something to my resolve, and I’m about to lose it.”
Oh, I know how he feels because I can’t contain everything running through my mind. He’s between my legs, the tip of his erection pushing into me.
“Oh, yes, you’re so tight, precious. You fucking feel like the best thing I’ve ever had.”
Yes, yes, yes. I need his sweet talk for this. It will lessen the sting, the pain. As he enters me more and more, the burn is evident, but each thrust also brings a pleasurable sensation.
“Fuck, you feel tight.” A small smile pulls at the corner of his lips. His beauty at this moment and the intimacy accompanied with it lend to the sensation of pleasure I choose to concentrate on.
“Hell, precious, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were a virgin.” I don’t answer him, but with one last thrust and my barrier breaking between us, his question is answered.
He stills, neither pulling out of me or moving. “Jewel,” he orders, his voice lowering, and the Dom in him reappears before my eyes. But where he’s been soft and a gentleman before, he bares his teeth, and I see a wolf before me.
“Please tell me.” He stops his words for a second, still inside me. “Please fucking tell me I just didn’t take your fucking virginity.”
“I…” I stutter, and as he begins to pull out, I do the one thing a sub shouldn’t do. I beg him to continue.
“No, please, this is my first time.” I shouldn’t plead with him or beg him. Doms don’t like this, but if I lose my virginity, I can’t let him leave me like this, not after all this time of dreaming of him alone. “Please don’t just leave me. Please, take me all the way.”
He has not softened inside me. “As a matter of fact, Sir,” I beg again. “I think you like the fact that you have been the only one inside me.” Yeah, that’s not an awesome sub thing to do either—tempt him into continuing—but it works. He begins to thrust inside me, harder and harder with each push.
“Is this what you want, my little virgin? To be thoroughly fucked like a slut?”
I love this dirty talk, and where I think this may have been meant to hurt me, it doesn’t. It makes me wetter, and with each push, the pain is gone, replaced with what I’ve imagined to be glorious, wrong, and illicit.
He pulls out, pulling the condom from him after I’ve orgasmed again.
He tugs his pants on, walking to the door and leaning back, just enough that his face is the last thing I see before he says, “That will never happen again, precious. Never fucking again. You have five minutes to leave this room.”
He doesn’t kick me out of the club, so that’s a plus, but my resolve is high. And as I have fantasized about this day so long ago, his warning won’t thwart me because he’ll be mine one day.
Chapter One
Three months later - Maddox
I’ve been avoiding her. No, I don’t think that is quite the word for it. As most want to avoid the plague, rabies, a bad hangover, a trip to Walmart, and appendicitis, I’m avoiding her with the same fervor. “M,” my number two begins, “she’s asking for you again.”
I hide out in my office most nights to avoid her. “You have the floor. I’ll be in here doing some inventory.” I’m not fooling Jay, who’s also my dungeon master. How much inventory does one person need to do? Plus, it’s not really in my job description.
He shakes his head at me. I know he thinks I’m a pussy. I am a pussy. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it, and if Chadwick were here, he’d string me up by my balls for many reasons. But the main one being letting Jay take over my job all because of a little girl, and it’s what she is. Jewel is a little girl. Sure, she’s legal but—fucking barely.
The door opens, and I’m sure it’s my number two again, who’s going to do Chadwick’s job for him and tell me to man up. I look up and meet the familiar eyes of the little girl I was with once. But she’s all woman as her bustier is showing me the cleavage my face has been between just once. This depravity was the lowest of lows to where I slunk. And I don’t have high standards as far as morality. Depravity never bothered me, not until I met her and had my way with this gem. She has done me in for any other woman.
“Are you avoiding me?” she asks.
I should kick her out. She isn’t collared, and even though many have tried to collar her, Jewel has her sights set on only one person. And she is looking at him.
“You know I am.” No reason to deny it.
“Yeah, I figured as much,” she purrs. “What can I do to change your mind?”
“You can’t.” I stand with such force, it startles her. Good, be afraid of me, be very afraid. I go through women like coffee filters. “Go back to your daddy, your church, and your little white steeple.”
Yep, this little minx who has her sights set on me is a preacher’s daughter. Worse, I’m the sick bastard who deflowered her. There aren’t many lines I won’t cross, but that would have been one of them if I had only known.
“You lied to me,” I explain.
She walks to the door, turns around, and leans over to give me a better view of her cleavage. “You know what they say. It’s better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.” She shuts it behind her. It’s the nail in the coffin, and the pivotal moment when I know I can’t ever let go of Jewel Atkins. She’s the precious gem who has corrupted me.
Her plump lips cover the tip of my cock, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced—except for the first time we were together. Her tongue laps up the pre-cum. Even the thought of her about to deep throat my cock has me at full mast. She lets go of my erection, my eyes connecting with her bright pink lipstick. I’m about to say something, demand her to get her luscious mouth back to what she’s about to devour. I can look at her pretty face every second of the day when something catches my attention.
“Maddox, you’re late.” The knocking continues, and the muffled noise invading my time with her is pissing me off. I open an eye, and she’s gone. I’ve lost count of how many weeks I’ve dreamed of her since our last time together. “Maddox, you’re pushing it, dude,” my best friend calls out through my bedroom door. I let him stay in my apartment, but it doesn’t mean he can interrupt my time with Jewel, even if she’s not real. I pull the blanket over my raging hard-on.
“Hey, jackass, you can come in,” I call out to my best friend. I’m disoriented, and I’m attempting to recall what I’m late for.
“Yo, do you want Chadwick to lose his ever-loving mind?” Anton asks.
“Fuck, that’s right.” I can’t dart from the bed to run to my shower, not with how out of sort everything is from the waist down. I have ten minutes to shower, but the shave I most definitely need will have to be skipped.