Chapter 51
The Innocence
Ian
“This,” I say, crawling on top of Jenna and slipping a hand between her legs.
Her eyes go wide when I push a finger inside her pussy. “Are you…”
“I’m taking your virginity.”
Surprise, nervousness, and anticipation flit across her face, tightening her lips, making them part, knitting her brow, then softening her gaze.
“I’m done waiting,” I growl, adding another finger, easily slipping deep inside as her opening grows more slick by the second. “You belong to me, Jenna. Through and through. I want you to feel it.” I pull out, then slam back inside, drawing a choked yelp from her.
“You might have had a dick inside here before.” I pump hard a few more times. “But you haven’t truly been fucked, have you?”
She makes a quick shake of her head.
“I’m going to be the first man who shows you what it truly means to be fucked.”
Her brows tighten as I keep finger-fucking her, hard.
“I’m gonna show you what true pleasure is.
” Saying those words, seeing her pained expression, I realize something.
This is her first time. It’s a chance to correct all the wrongs I’ve done by giving her a good first experience, not fueled by manipulation or coercion.
Just pure, unadulterated desire. “I’m gonna make you feel good, Jenna,” I say, slowing down, stroking her walls gently but deeply, crooking my fingers to hit that spot she’s probably never felt.
Her reaction is immediate, mouth dropping open, stunned pleasure widening her eyes. “Ian,” she moans, bucking her hips up.
“Yes, my sweet Jenna. This is how it’s supposed to feel.” I keep stroking her, just in the right spot, and she starts jerking and stuttering, trying to speak, but unable to form or find the words. Her head drops back, chest bucking up, pleasure overtaking her and drawing her tight.
“T-too much,” she stutters, clawing at the sheets, reaching for my arm to slow me down.
I relieve some of the pressure on her G-spot, just stroking slowly, scissoring my fingers a little to really make her feel the movement inside her.
She softens into the mattress, breath coming calmer, the pleasure rolling more naturally through her.
I smile. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Her eyes brighten, pure joy radiating from her. “Yes,” she gasps, “so good.”
I take my cock in my other hand, stroking slowly. It’s already getting hard, just from seeing her pleasure. I don’t need to hurt or humiliate her to enjoy her. Her pure desire is more than enough. “Would you like something bigger in here?” I ask.
“Yes, please, Ian. Please take me. Please.”
“So pretty.” I hum, continuing the slow strokes, drawing out. I might not need my sadism, but I do want to dominate her—and I know she desires the same. Releasing my cock, I lean in to kiss her, softly and sweetly.
“Ian, please,” she begs when I pause to simply breathe her in.
“Shh. You’ve waited five months, you can wait five more minutes,” I say against her lips, then sink back in, twirling my tongue with hers, tasting her sweet honey flavor.
She’s so innocent. She even tastes pure as she melts beneath me, letting go and letting me take control.
At that moment, I realize I don’t need her to be untouched to be innocent.
Jenna will always be innocent, no matter how much I—we—fuck and tarnish her.
It’s embedded so deep inside her that instead of becoming hardened and jaded from all the depravities, she softens and opens up.
“Spread your legs,” I whisper, crawling between them.
She instantly obeys.
“Good girl.” I press another soft kiss to her lips, then plant a hand on the mattress and push my hips up, positioning my cock against her opening.
“Ah,” she moans the moment I slip between her folds. This time, instead of hovering like I’ve done before, I sink inside. One long, slow push.
“You feel so good, my sweet little girl.”
“Ah,” she moans repeatedly, the sound growing longer each time, her back arching more and more. When I sink all the way into the hilt, she pants loudly, and the moans turn into, “Ian. Ian. Please. Ian.”
It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
I want to draw out and bask in the sensation, but just being inside her is torture.
My cock is throbbing and aching, begging me to rut her like an animal.
But I don’t let it control me. This is for Jenna.
So I slowly pull out, slowly slip back inside.
But even that is almost too much, nearly sending me over the edge.
“What about a condom?” she suddenly erupts, tensing.
“Shh, I had a vasectomy years ago. It’s one of the most reliable forms of contraception.”
She softens beneath me with a relieved sigh. “Good, I don’t think I could bear it if you pulled out.” Her eyes go wide, remembering my sadistic streak. “Please don’t pull out.”
I press a soft kiss to her lips. “I won’t. But I don’t think I can hold for long.”
She rolls her hips against me, greedily taking, panting harder with each deepening of our connection. A smile glitters in her eyes. “Me either.”
“Are you ready to go a little faster?”
She nods eagerly, clawing at the pillow.
“Hold onto my neck,” I instruct.
She eagerly obeys, clinging to me, lifting herself up to dip her head into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. Then she falls back, aiming those bright green eyes at me, full of so much honesty and vulnerability.
“You’re the prettiest creature I’ve ever seen,” I say, drawing back.
Just before she can respond, I push back in with a force that makes her gasp.
I repeat, taking her faster and deeper, but not making it hurt.
One day, I’m going to punish her with my cock, and she’ll scream and moan through the storm of pleasure and pain, but right now, I only want her pleasure and all that pure sweetness.
I had expected that it would be hard to make her come like this, but her inner walls are already contracting around me, her legs tightening and twitching the way they always do when she’s right on the edge.
Her eyes glaze over, blinking and opening, trying to focus on me even as pleasure is about to take her for a spin.
I tilt my hips, just a little, making my pelvis rub against her clit.
And that small movement sets the storm rolling.
Her head drops back, her nails dig into my skin.
The sensation, the vision, hurls me over.
I growl with feral desire, pulling her tight into me as I pick up pace, fucking her firm and fast as I shoot my cum inside her.
“Fuck, Jenna,” I groan, everything tightening and contracting inside me, pleasure bursting in every little nerve.
Now I know what she means when she says too much.
It’s too goddamn much pleasure, yet I keep moving, spasming from the overload, addicted to her sweet body—her wet little pussy that keeps clenching around me until we both collapse.
Silence descends, only now calm and gentle, wrapping us in a cocoon. Our panting breaths dance against each other—a fast staccato rhythm that melts into a long, slow ritardando. Like a violin and a bass falling into the same phrase.
“Was it good?” she asks shyly, her voice a soft lilt that gently eases into the night like the warm notes of a clarinet.
“Was it good?” I echo with a chuckle, propping myself up on my elbow. “It was the best damn sex I’ve ever had.”
She lights up like a little girl on Christmas Eve. “Really?”
“Yes, Jenna. You’re the best damn fuck I’ve ever had.” I gently wrap my hand around her throat and kiss her. “And I plan to fuck you many, many more times.” I tighten my grip a little. “But don’t expect every time to be this gentle.”
“I wouldn’t want it to.” She sighs, leaning her head back, opening up for my possessive grip.
“Such a good girl.” I dip in for another kiss, smiling at her little moans.
I’m already getting hard again at the feeling of her body softening beneath me.
But I don’t want to blur the memory of our first time together by a more brutal one, so I ease back to lie beside her, pulling her close and enjoying the feeling of her little body wrapping around mine as she lays her head on my chest and drapes a leg over mine.
After a few minutes of peaceful silence, she asks, “How come you got a vasectomy?”
I stroke her hair gently. “When Killian became old enough to stay home alone, I started going out to see women. No dates, just play. I had a lot of sex with a lot of different women, never playing too much or too long with the same one since I didn’t want to give the wrong impression.
And I most certainly didn’t want a kid with any of them—not for my sake or Killian’s.
So I decided the best way to make sure that didn’t happen was to get a vasectomy. ”
“Do you ever regret it?” she asks. There’s no disappointment in her voice, yet I wonder if this will become an issue for us given her age.
I don’t want to ask right now, but I need to know. “Do you want kids?”
She shrugs. “I don’t think so. I mean, I’m only twenty-one, so I guess it’s hard to say for sure, but I’ve never felt the urge. I’ve always imagined myself ending up like a cat lady.” She says the last part with a bounce like it’s a good thing. “Ten cats, all strays I’ve rescued.”
I chuckle. “Ten cats. I’m afraid I have to draw a line there. One more. Maybe three total—absolutely no more than three.”
“Don’t I get to decide that for myself? I mean, when I move out.”
I grab her jaw. “Oh no, young lady. No matter what happens—if you stay here or get your own place—you’ll still be mine. I plan on spending a lot of time with you no matter where you live.”
She makes a resigned bob of her head. “Okay, three cats. I can live with that.”
“I’m serious, Jenna. I want to be with you, for as long as you want me. I hope that will be a very long time. I can’t give you kids, and I’m not sure I can live with you—not right now. That depends on Killian. But I want you to be mine. My girlfriend, my sub. Mine. Do you understand?”
Her expression sobers, lips trembling a little as she struggles to find the words. “Girlfriend?”
“Yes, girlfriend. No more manipulation or coercion. I’m not saying we’ll be equals—at least not in the usual sense. I’ll still be your Dominant, the one who has the final say. Is that okay with you?”
She licks her lips and swallows. “I’d like that. Very much.”
“I’m glad to hear that, because I don’t know what I’d do if you said no.”
Sincerity fills her gaze as she presses a hand to my cheek. “I’m yours, Ian. I don’t care about kids and marriage and all that normal stuff. All I’ve ever wanted was to play. The piano, cats, and now you.” Her eyes drift off to the side, sorrow drawing her brow tight for a moment.
“And Killian,” I say softly, giving voice to her unspoken thought.
She nods, the sorrow deepening with the admission.
“Don’t give up on him yet. He’s made more progress during the time you’ve been here than he has in the last ten years. You’re doing that. I still believe he can come around.”
Burrowing into me, she whispers, “I really hope so.”
“Me too,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “Me too.”