“You’re a beautiful, strong, determined woman now. Submissive to the bone. I don’t kick out such women.” He pushes forward to make the collar grab onto my neck again. “I keep them chained in my bed so I can use them however I like.” The pleasure builds and builds as he pushes the plug in and pulls it back, just enough to stretch my walls without popping free. “I hurt and humiliate them, but I also make them come when they’ve been good little girls.”
Tension crackles through my whole body, making my legs stretch and tense.
“I rewardyou—sweet, submissive Jenna—for being a good girl and making the right decision.”
Those words, hearing that he wantsme, send me over the edge with a loud scream that bounces off the walls and fills the space with my aching, deep, freeing lust. The pulsations keep thrumming, making me scream repeatedly. When they finally die down, I go limp, collapsing in Ian’s arms and letting him hold me while I come down from the most incredible high of my life. My first orgasm at the hands of a man.
18
The Full Disclosure
Ian
The orgasm knocks Jenna out. I don’t think she’s sleeping, but her body is loose and pliant as I move to sit against the headboard and arrange her between my legs. I’m not surprised it hit her hard. The orgasm was intense, and from what I understand, it’s the first one she got from another person.
And just like I took her first real orgasm, I’ll be the first man to take her secondhand virginity. But not yet. I want to savor her innocence and draw out the anticipation. But Iwillbe the one to claim it.
A possessive warmth rolls through me as I brush her hair back and angle myself to watch her—eyes closed, soft lips parted slightly, breathing slow and even. She looks innocent. Unsullied. I want to keep her that way. A young, lost woman who needs caretaking.
I don’t know why that idea gets my cock hard all over again, just when it was about to calm down. I’ve never had a thing for younger women—especially not as young as Jenna—but something about her pulls me in and makes me want to protect and possess even as I tarnish and tear.
Once Jenna starts coming to, I remove the chain and carry her to the en suite bathroom and place her on the closed toilet. She doesn’t say anything as I move around to find a washcloth and soak it in warm water.
I sink to my haunches in front of her and gently push her legs apart. “Such a mess you made down here,” I say at the sight of the glistening moisture. There’s so much that it still hasn’t dried.
She barely responds, just bites her lip and lowers her head, embarrassed.
“No makeup when you’re downstairs with me,” I tell her as I bring the cloth to her pretty pussy and drag it down the sides, through her slit, and wash her lips one at a time. “No pants or pantyhose, like Killian said, and only soft colors like dusty pink, white, and baby blue. Once I start sending you upstairs for Killian to play with, the rules may be different, if he desires, but down here with me, I want you pure and bare.”
She swallows hard but nods her agreement.
“All done.” I pat the inside of her thigh. “Now, go find something to eat, then come to my office once you’re done, and we’ll talk more about this new arrangement. You may take a T-shirt from the closet on the right. It should be big enough to provide you with some coverage.” As much as I like her exposed, she needs some sense of protection as I send her off to roam a new house on her own.
She gingerly gets to her feet and walks toward the door. Lifting her hand to touch the collar, she pauses, then turns.
“What about this?”
I push up to stand, letting her feel the physical difference as I tower over her. “You’re property now. The collar will serve as a reminder.”
***
Forty minutes later, Jenna is sitting on the couch in my office, wearing one of my gray T-shirts that easily covers all her private parts. She’s carefully perched on the edge, hands folded in her lap, gaze lowered.
I finish setting a stop-loss on a volatile trade—another calculated risk in a world that doesn’t care about harmony or grace—then go sit in the recliner across from her.
“How are you feeling?” I start.
She lifts her shoulders in a confused motion. “I don’t know.”
“You’re a smart girl, Jenna. Use your words. Waitressing for a couple of years hasn’t deteriorated that brain of yours.” Back when she was in school with Killian, I knew she was a competition to him in more areas than just the piano, and the theoretical understanding of music she has shown in our lessons tells me she still has a good head.
Brows drawing tight, she stares at the ground, her head twitching as she considers.
“Take your time. You’re still in shock and in subspace; you’re not going back to the piano for a few hours.”
The information seems to relieve some of the pressure, softening the tension on her face. Finally, she lifts her gaze and says, “Confused.” Her soft voice has my cock stirring again, even though I took a detour to the bathroom to relieve the pressure while she was in the kitchen.
“That’s understandable. A lot has happened today.”
