His Nasty Virgin

JESSE

This was as much a test of patience for Vivian as it was for me.

If I hadn’t been so hell-bent on teaching her a lesson, I would have taken her then and there, regardless of the restraints play. It seemed tame enough. Nothing too wild. Just a simple quick-release knot and a tie. Child’s play. What this was really about was the dynamic. The suspense.

And it was killing me just as much as it was likely killing her.

I meant what I said, though. I had a mess to clean up.

News outlets were all over it, though my preliminary search failed to pull up any images or videos of Vivian specifically. That helped. I could focus more on damage control. Luckily, I had an entire legal department at Pegasus Star organized to deal with this sort of thing. They’d liaise with the police on my behalf, which freed up my time to handle the business side of matters.

And to handle the angel naked in my bed.

I took my sweet time. I was still annoyed as fuck that Vivian would do something so monumentally stupid. I was angry at first. Furious. But only because I couldn’t stop thinking about all the awful things that could have happened to her. Things that I could have prevented if only I’d been paying more attention.

It wasn’t productive to dwell on the what-if scenarios. It was one of the first things I trained my bodyguards to master before I put them out in the field. They needed to be present, focused on the now, and prepared for anything, not bogged down in what could have been done differently.

Yet here I was, thinking about what could have been done differently.

It was a mistake to take my eyes off her. I should have known better. Vivian was much too fiery to let out of my sight for too long. What if I hadn’t managed to get there on time? What if the cartel hadn’t sent five men, but twenty? What if I had been stabbed instead of swiped? What if they managed to get Vivian into that fucking van and drive off to God knew where?

I glanced at my watch. I figured it best I didn’t keep her waiting any longer, or she might fall asleep on me.

The first thing she did upon my arrival was kick a pillow at me with impressive force.

“You jerk,” she grumbled. “You were gone for two hours.”

“Are your arms alright?” I asked. “Numb or sore at all?”

“They’re fine.”

“Then I guess I could keep you waiting a while longer.”

“Don’t you dare!”

I chuckled. She looked delicious like this. Hot and bothered and the mildest bit crazy. “If it bothered you so much, you could have just let go.”

“Didn’t want to give you the satisfaction.”

“You know, this exercise was supposed to make you more compliant. I see that it’s had the opposite effect. Maybe I will wait another hour.”

Vivian tossed her head back into the pillow and bucked her hips, sighing and growling and whining all at once. “Please,” she begged. “Please, don’t go. I…”

“Say it.”

“I need you, Jesse. I need you to fuck me so bad.”

I swallowed. The sound of her pleas went straight to my cock. “Alright,” I said, stripping out of my clothes slowly just to torture her. “I guess I can do that for you.”

I climbed onto the bed and kissed her breasts, teasing her nipples between my teeth as I stroked my hands down her waist. I gripped her waist and nudged her knees apart with my shoulders, settling between her legs.

She was glistening with want, her clit swollen with arousal. I drew lazy circles against her sensitive bud with the tip of my tongue, memorizing the sound of her satisfied sigh as her knees trembled on either side of my head. I liked how soft she was. Couldn’t get enough of the way her legs felt when hooked over my shoulders. Everything about her was sweet like fruit and vanilla mixed into one.

Her breathing grew ragged and high-pitched. I could sense that she was close by the way her body grew tight and rigid, bracing for the inevitable explosion of ecstasy.

So I stopped.

“Jesse!” she moaned. “Why? I was going to come!”

“This is what happens when you sneak away,” I said simply. “This is your punishment.”

“You intend to edge me as punishment?” she asked, incredulous.

“Smart girl. Now close your eyes and concentrate.”

“So you can pull the rug out from under me again?”

“Yes. Trust me. I’ll make it worth your while, angel.”

With a frustrated grunt, Vivian lay back down. She still hadn’t let go of the tie that was binding her wrists together. She gripped the end tight, making sure not to release the knot.

I continued my fine work, moving on to use my fingers as well. Her walls fluttered around my fingers, growing tighter and tighter until I had her wound so tight I was sure she was about to explode. Once her telltale signs of ragged breathing and rigidity came back, I stopped and pulled away.

She was a mess. Hips bucking, toes curling, eyes screwed shut while her mouth hung open with a silent scream.

“Please,” she blubbered. “Please, Jesse, I need…”

“What, angel? What do you need?”

“I’m sorry, okay. I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For… For leaving. For going out on my own.”

“For putting yourself in danger.”

“Yes. Yes, that. I’m sorry, alright? I’ve learned my lesson. I swear I won’t do it again.” Her voice was high and tight. She was getting far too worked up for my liking. It was time to give her what she wanted.

I left her for the briefest moment to retrieve a condom, rolling it down my throbbing cock before returning to my rightful place. I kissed her tenderly on the lips, pressing my forehead against hers so I could look her in the eye.

I snapped my hips into her, her slick heat making it an easy task to enter. She was so ready for me, stretched and needy and perfect. I stroked her hair. Kissed her face. Thrust into her in search of that sweet friction we both needed.

“You feel so fucking good,” I grunted against her cheek.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, nothing but overwhelmed panting escaping her lips. She came so hard that her back arched and her body shook.

“C-can I let go of the tie now?” she asked. “I want to t-touch you.”

“Sure, angel. Let go. I want you to touch me, too.”

Vivian released the tie and wrapped her arms around me. She continued to kiss me, tired but eager. She dragged her fingers down my back, combed them through my hair, and touched whatever she could get her hands on. She was exceptionally gentle when it came to my injury, hovering right over it to avoid unnecessary contact.

The tight coil in my gut grew hotter and brighter. Every thrust pushed me closer and closer to the peak. There was no point staving it off. Pleasure soared through my veins and left me high for what felt like hours when in reality was only a few beautiful, brief seconds.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

I rolled onto my side and pulled Vivian to me. She was still shivering from the aftershock. I kissed her forehead, and the tip of her nose. I covered her in my blanket, creating a protective burrito of sorts.

“Are you okay?” I asked softly. “I know that was harder than usual.”

“I liked it,” she whispered with a sleepy smile.

“Are you sore anywhere?”

“No. Just tired.”

“Go to sleep, angel.”

“Will you stay?”

I held her tighter. “Of course.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about what happened.”

“Can you understand why what you did made me so upset?”

“Yes. I could have gotten people hurt.”

“You could have been hurt,” I corrected. “My job is to keep you safe, Vivian. But I can’t do that if you run off.”

She snuggled in close, her nose pressed to my chest. “I won’t do it again. Promise.”

I kissed the top of her hair. “Thank you.”

It didn’t take her very long to doze off. She was understandably wiped. I didn’t understand how someone could look so sexy and so disarmingly cute at the same time.

I rubbed my hands over my face, a realization dawning on me.

I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I lost Vivian. If anything happened to her. If she’d been hurt, I’d blame no one but myself for failing to protect her because this beautiful, infuriatingly cheeky, intelligent woman meant more to me than I first realized.

She was, slowly but surely, becoming everything to me.

And this was dangerous.

Once upon a time, I thought the same thing about Melissa. I was convinced she was the love of my life. I gave her everything. Opened up to her. Let her see a side of myself I never showed anyone else. I worked my hands to the bone to provide for her, and give her the life she deserved. And in the end, it turns out I gave her nothing but grief.

She was so fucking lonely, Dad.

But you wouldn’t have known because you were always gone.

I never thought about it that way before. All I ever wanted was to give Melissa and Wally a good life. That’s why I worked so damn hard. Could they not understand that I was sacrificing my time for their sake? Was it my fault that they came to resent me? I was only trying to do right by them.

Would Vivian come to resent me, too?

I didn’t want to find out. My heart wouldn’t be able to take it. Not again. Not ever.

I needed to put an end to things before there was no turning back.