His Nasty Virgin

Shane starts slow. Like he’s doing this for the first time. Like he wants to memorize me. He parts my pussy with his thumbs, ensuring he doesn’t miss a bit of me. It’s not designed to make me come, just to tease me, to put a delicious melting feeling in my body.

I lay my cheek on the counter and give myself over to him completely. I feel like a temptress like I’ve brought this powerful man to his knees. “I’m a terrible person, Daddy.”

His finger replaces his mouth and pushes into me

agonizingly slowly. “That so?”

“Yes.” I spread my legs wider and shifted back to take his finger deeper. “I get off on thinking about the look on his face if he came into the kitchen right now and saw us.”

Shane’s silent for several long moments, his finger moving in me. “Would you like that, Lily? Would it make you feel good?”

I stare out the window at his normal neighbors going about their normal lives. “I don’t know. It feels good to be bad with you. I don’t know where my lines are anymore.”

“Don’t move.” Shane’s finger disappears and it’s everything I can do not to sob out a protest. I can hear him moving behind me, but I’m content to wait for what comes next, to let him have full control. Even so, I jump when something cool and wet spreads down my crack. A second later, he spreads my cheeks, and the metal plug presses against me. “Relax, Lily.” As I obey, he eases it into me. “How does that feel?”

“Better than I thought it would.” Despite his giant fucking cock, I’m looking forward to him taking my ass tonight. If I trust any man to ensure I have a good time doing anal, it’s Shane. The thought makes me laugh a little.

“Something funny?”

“Even when I was fantasizing about you, I never went that far. I never thought about you in my ass.”

“Mmm.” His finger traces the plug. “I’ve thought about it. I’ve thought about fucking every part of you, Lily. In a thousand different ways. You’re like a sickness in my blood.”

“Gee, thanks.”

He gives my ass a light slap and I jump. Then I moan when the sharp move and tiny flicker of pain make the plug feel hotter. Shane goes back to massaging my ass cheeks like he can’t get enough of the way I fill his hands. “You make me want to do depraved things to your tight little body.”

“Do them,” I moan.

But he just keeps touching me, his rough hands making my smarting cheeks feel agonizingly sensitized. “I have a suggestion. Don’t say yes if you don’t want to.”

I try to focus on his words and not on his touch. “I’m listening.”

“We make another video. For him.”

My eyes go wide. “Shane,” I say slowly. “You want to make a revenge sex tape to send to your son?”

“You decide if it ever gets sent.” He eases my dress back down. “Could be that having the video will satisfy your need to get caught, to hurt him.”

Honestly, it’s not a half-bad idea. I don’t know if I want Max to catch us, but the dangerous impulse is there all the same. Maybe if we play it out, it will diffuse.

I slowly stand and turn. Shane’s gaze goes to my breasts, but he just tucks my dress back up on my shoulders, covering me. I swallow hard. “If we do it, we pretend it’s the first time.”

“Lily, you’re wearing my plug in your ass right now.” I shiver. “So?

He shakes his head. “Yeah, okay. We play this however you need.”

I look around. I’m not sure the best way to go about it. The possibilities make me nearly giddy. We could fuck anywhere in the house, could play out this little revenge fantasy however we want. “Um, where?”Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Go get your phone.”

I hurry upstairs and grab my phone. For the first time, it strikes me that I don’t have a single message or call from Max. We’re done and he doesn’t even care about trying to talk about it. I don’t know what there is to say, but it feels so shitty to know that he’s with her and if I hadn’t thrown caution to the wind and come to Shane, I’d be huddled up in my apartment, sobbing myself sick over him.

I find Shane in the living room. The morning sunlight streams in from the back windows, the snow on the ground amplifying the brightness. He stands at the entertainment center and motions me over when I walk into the room. I hand over my phone and watch as he sets it up at the base of the television. “Go sit on the couch,” he says.

I do, watching as he makes some adjustments. Shane glances at me. “Talk for a second. Let’s see how the sound is.”

I raise my brows. “I am looking forward to riding your cock, Daddy.”

He gives me a long look. “Maybe I’ll just bend you over the arm of the couch and fuck you like the dirty girl you are.”

I clench my thighs together. “Maybe I’ll like it.”

“You will.” He says it like there was never any other outcome. “You love everything I do to you.”

There’s no use arguing that. I wait while he plays back the short video and nods. “This will do. Go to the front door.”

I push to my feet and obey, making a quick detour to the mud room to grab my heels. I wait in the entranceway, my heart in my throat, as he walks to me with heavy steps. Confusion pulls his brows together. “Lily, what are you doing here?”

Show time. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

He hesitates, and it feels real. Like he knows I shouldn’t be here, but he doesn’t want me to leave. “Come in.” Shane leads me into the living room and guides me to sit on the same cushion I’d just occupied. Even though I know the name of this game, I still shift a little nervously as he takes the spot right next to me, his knees bumping into mine. He gives me a concerned look. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“Max and I are done.” My breath catches in my throat, but I push on. “I, uh, I found him with his secretary. It’s over. The wedding is off. The whole nine yards.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He truly looks like he means it.

“I just…” To my horror, my bottom lip quivers. I press my hand to my mouth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come. I know he’s your son and-”

Shane pulls me into his arms. The hug is a little awkward, made more awkward when he shifts back a little and my legs get tangled with his. The plug in my ass gives a lie to the newness of this, but it still feels forbidden. Like he’s offering me comfort and didn’t mean to put us in a position where my dress is riding up to indecent heights.

His hand drops to my thigh and he flinches. “Jesus, I’m sorry.” But he doesn’t quite take his touch away, his fingers lingering on my skin.

“It’s okay.” I lean back a little, but not enough for it to be a real retreat. “I…” I don’t want to share the same story from before, where he watched me masturbate in the back yard. That moment feels like it was just for us, and I don’t want to mar it.

Instead, I shift against him, sliding my leg higher up between his. It almost looks like I’m trying to get my balance to move away, but his hand catches me high on my thigh, his big fingers curving around beneath. It’s not quite indecent, but he’s in a position to guess I might not be wearing anything underneath this dress.

I look up at him with wide eyes. “Shane?”

He holds my gaze as he slides his hand higher, under my dress, up over my hip, and my ass. “Lily, why did you come to my house without panties on?”

“Um.” I’m fisting his T-shirt and I can’t seem to stop shaking. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” His tone is faintly mocking.