I pick her up by the waist and swing her around, tossing her lightly on the couch. Her cunt is on display, with her jeans still down around her ankles and the fuck me heels she has on. Pulling a condom from my same play drawer near us, I push down my pants, then roll the condom on my raging hard cock.
“So tell me…”
She answers me before I get the question out. “No one, I’ve been with no one else.”
I want to high-five myself like the man child I am, but I tip my lips from the serious Dom pose to a broad smirk. “I’m not stopping, but I can’t be gentle, either, precious.”
“Yes, Sir, I just want you.” I place my index finger on her lips before she can say much more that would make me want to stop what I have in mind.
But I can’t just push into her. Fuck, if I had known before that she was a virgin, I would have prepared her. Of course, if I would have known, I would had never fucked her either, because I don’t do virgins.
“I need to taste you. I need to sear your flavor onto my tongue.” She gives me a long almost howl the second my tongue connects with her clit, and my two fingers enter her wet and beautiful pussy.
“Ah, yes, Sir, yes, Sir.” Her pleas are heaven sent as my precious gem, the jewel I can never have, cries out for release.
I can’t tear myself away from her, from her taste, from what I can’t have for more than this one last time.
I push in another finger when her moans float through the room. She comes on my tongue, but I don’t back away. No, I lap her all up.
“I can’t be gentle, gem. I need you, and I need to fuck you out of my system. I hope you are ready.”
I line myself up with her, and as I promised, I push into her, but because I could prepare her, it’s easier, though she’s still so tight, and, fuck, do I love having access to every little bit of her.
“My precious gem. I fucking love fucking you.”
“Sir, I love you inside me, yes, Sir.”
And when her words hit me, I do the first thing I’ve ever done with another woman, and that’s to stare in her eyes without looking away.
When I come, she follows suit, and all I want to do is hold her and never let her go. And when this emotion comes over me, I keep my outer shell intact, though on the inside, I’m freaking the fuck out. I don’t allow women, especially little girls, to get to me like this, and I know what I need to do.
But it’s not what this is. This has been my goodbye to her. I roll off her, pulling up my pants and walk away toward the door. And because I want to remember this moment, as painful as it is, I look back at her as understanding dawns and she realizes what this is. It’s not the beginning; it’s the end.
A tear falls from those emerald eyes, and I’m mesmerized by it. But I’ve hurt her, and that’s further reason I don’t deserve this sweet gem in front of me. This is what it boils down to—I don’t deserve her.
“Jewel, my precious gem, I want you to be happy, and, fuck, I won’t like seeing it, but if this man is who you can see a future with, then take a chance on him because I can’t give you what you need.”
Her body remains in the seat where I left her. I want to grab for her tender wrist as she wipes at more tears streaming down her face. She won’t leave. She’s too good of a sub to leave without my permission.
“Jewel, you can go now.” She pushes to her feet, finding the parts of her outfit I’d thrown throughout my office while pulling up her jeans. After she’s dressed, she passes near me.
This time, I grasp her hand. “Look at me, please, before you leave.” She’s close to me when those big eyes of hers reach mine. “I wish you the best of luck, my precious gem.”
She gives me the slightest of nods, then leaves without a backward glance.
Jay’s name pops up on my cell phone, and I see it’s a couple of minutes before one.
Jay: Will we be expecting Ms. Atkins?
Why is this so fucking hard? I barely know her. I took her virginity, and now I can’t get her out of my mind. Why do I care? I begin to type the message, and my fingers are hitting every other key, then the right ones. Is this a sign? Hell, no. I don’t care for anyone but my best friends and family in my life. Women are not something I need to worry about—I can have my fantasies whenever I want.
Me: Yes, Ms. Atkins should be on her way to the meeting. If she’s late, please don’t let Mr. Danner hold it against her. It’s my fault. But she can continue with Mr. Danner if she chooses to.
Should I punish myself by sitting at my desk and turning on the security cameras to watch Jewel and Drake Danner? I know what I should do, and I almost leave my office to ensure I do the right thing. But when the fuck have I ever done the right thing, besides letting her go? I twist my body around, sulking to my desk. And because I can’t let this little girl get to me, I sit watching her as the reminder of how the last woman I let into my heart was my undoing.
Chapter Four
Jewel
I can’t make it back to the changing room in the submissive lounge without crossing paths with the man who wants me as his sub, since that’s where Master Jay has set up this introduction. But I won’t go into this meeting with tears in my eyes or smelling like sex. I’m already on this side of the club, and I can’t hold my bladder either, so I dart into one of the open restrooms.
I search the reflection looking back at me. I refuse to let one more man take from me today. This may be a perfect fit, and Maddox will be someone in my past who I won’t ever give another thought to.
“Get your crap together, Juliana. You need to give this a shot.” My own pep talk doesn’t do much for the complete frustration I feel toward my reflection looking back at me.
When he’d walked in and watched me in the shower, I’d told myself he was going to stop me from making a mistake, and he’d also found the error of his ways, knowing I’d say yes to this man, especially given the past twenty-four hours of hell I’ve endured.
Thankfully, my purse houses some of my concealer and lipstick, and I finish with the last few touches, knowing I’m ready for the man who somehow wants me, wants everything that is me, as his sub.
Leaving the bathroom, I make my way past the offices in the club, through the main stage, and to the submissive lounge.
“Sir, I apologize if I’m late.” I quickly make it over to the man who I’ve yet to have a chance to look at and kneel before him as I’ve learned through my time at Dungeon Elite.
“I was told you were going over some last-minute paperwork.” His voice is soothing and authoritative with a deep timbre. “But if we are compatible, I do not tolerate tardiness. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply because I won’t let Maddox mess with my mind anymore.
“Please stay kneeling, beautiful.” His hand captures my fingers and kisses them as I stay in the position at his feet. “But you may look at me, my sweet girl.” I lift my head because I’ve not had the chance to really take him in. When my face reaches his, I find he’s a stark difference to the person who had just made me cry.
His hair is a light brown with blond sun-kissed streaks throughout, and his eyes are brown. His T-shirt, a short-sleeved mustard yellow, both fits snugly to the muscles outlining the sleeves and pulls at the color of his eyes. He’s gorgeous. Gorgeous doesn’t quite cut it. He’s beautiful.