Taking His Virgin - Club Lush

I could almost see the spirals in her eyes as Karl all but hypnotized her. He always did have a way with women. I didn’t know if it was his Nordic good looks or just lots of practice… probably both. Whatever the reason, his appearance, or his moves, he could charm the pants off of almost anyone. Literally, in most cases.

“Good idea, Karl,” I agreed, “though Amanda is already asleep, so it is better if she is left until the morning. I will drive her to your hotel at ten, and you can call the police from your room.”

The woman looked unsure about this, but soon, the logic wasn’t necessary. Karl’s hypnotically charming look helped her consent along.

“O-okay,” the noisy one agreed, getting a lot quieter.

I could admire her dedication to her friend but was still happy to see her leave with Karl. Thrilled to finally be alone with my new pet, I was already thinking of all the wonderful things we were going to do to her as I broke her in.

My hands shook slightly as I unlocked the door to Amanda’s room. It wasn’t strictly necessary with her tied up, but I couldn’t risk her trying to get out again. Even though I was reasonably sure that had passed. She was in it now and seemed to know that.

My quiet angel looked perfect, tied up on the bed, patiently waiting for me. I didn’t make her wait as long as I sometimes did. Mostly because I didn’t want her to actually panic.

“Your friend is gone. One of my friends gave her a ride back to your hotel. She is perfectly safe. You, on the other hand, are completely at my mercy.”

I could see a little tremble of pleasure go through her tender young body, and it was all I could do not to take her. There would be time enough for that, however.

“W-what are you going to do to me?”

Unable to resist touching her a moment longer, I stroked a hand up her leg from ankle to thigh, going up her skirt.

“That depends on you, little one. I am going to ask you some questions and will either reward or punish you depending on your answers.”

“O-okay.”

“Okay, what?” I promoted, wanting to train her right.

“Y-yes, sir,” she said, the look in her big, innocent eyes making my heart pound faster.Chapter Eight - AmandaIt was the definition of conflict. My feelings were caught between deep terror and burning desire as I looked up at my captor. Warren probably would have let me go if I’d insisted, but I no longer wanted to leave.

He started touching me with light caresses on my bare thighs. My skirt was turned up around my waist, exposing my panties and red ass from where he had struck me hard. I’d never had much male attention before and loved all of it — even the things that hurt. It was all part of this new experience.

Warren seemed to have a genuine interest in me and my body, and it made me shudder with sweet desire. I wanted him to do more and more to me. To feel his hands all over my body, as well as other things. I blushed as I imagined the extent of what I wanted him to do to me. I knew it was naughty, sinful even, but I was quickly beginning not to care much.

Taking me by my arms, he lifted me into a sitting position, legs over the edge of the bed. Warren pulled up a chair and sat across from me.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice seeming to echo in my ears like the voice of God.

“Amanda Masson,” I said quickly.

I nearly asked him what his name, as the manners I’d been raised with dictated, but that wasn’t what was going on. I closed my mouth and waited for my master’s next question.

“I am pleased with your answer,” he said.

Leaning forward in his chair, Warren nudged up the hem of my skirt, which had fallen back down, and placed a gentle kiss on the top of my thigh. The sensation set the sweetest little shiver through me, my body so sensitive and receptive to his every touch.

“Do it again,” I begged, desperate for more attention.

“Be patient,” he admonished.

I tensed, thinking he might spank me again, but he didn’t. He simply waited for me to look at him again.

“Why are you here? Why did you come to my home tonight? Tell the truth.”

“Liz, that’s my friend, and I were walking back to our hotel. We’re both from Milwaukee and don’t know our way around. We got lost and were walking around here. I got so taken up with the beauty of the buildings that I took a picture. Before long, we were taking photos of each other. Liz was taking mine when this guy came up behind her. I don’t know if he had a gun or knife or what, but Liz looked really scared and gave him my phone and her wallet. Then she gave him her phone, and I gave him my wallet.