9. Zane

Chapter nine

Zane

P oor little Jasmine leans back into me, pretending she doesn't love every little touch. I know she wants to be in my arms, to hear what a good girl she is. I know what she needs, but she doesn't. I need to distance myself from her so she can have that time; otherwise, she will regret this. Taking my time to get this over with.

"That's enough for now," I suggest. This young lady is going to lose her virginity spectacularly, but I'm going to do it properly. This will help both of us move on. "I think we need to clean you up."

After removing the leather cuffs, I lean in as I turn her towards the door.

My wife's memory has been screaming at me to move on for so long, but it was never the right time, never the right woman. Isabella wouldn't want me holding back. Her dying wish was for me to remarry and give our boys a new mother, but I couldn't do it. Not for her or for our boys. It's only now that I finally feel ready.

Now I'm walking a girl to my bedroom. Isabella loved kneeling for me wearing only the cuffs while I worked from home. But for once, I'm not looking for what I had. I'm looking for something new.

Jasmine doesn't need the skimpy costume of an erotic dancer to look sexy as hell. Baggy joggers look just as good on her as anything. She has a natural figure that I can't wait to get my hands on.

It is her innocence that attracts me. It's a quality Isabella possessed. It's not her virginity as such, but the fact she hasn't been around the block with all my rivals and subordinates. She understands the life I lead, but her hands are still clean.

Except for Andrew, but they are clean enough for me. The only use I have for a virgin is to marry a pure soul. I'm not looking for a meaningless fumble in the bedroom, I'm looking for a soulmate.

"Do you give lap dances in the club?" I ask tentatively, praying the answer is no. As I move her towards the bed and sit with her standing in front of me.

"Desmond was trying to teach me, but I'm no good," she confesses.

"It might help you to relax if you want." I pull a ball gag from inside the bedside table drawer. "This will take away the pressure to talk. You don't need to say anything."

She lets me fix the device in place, looking beautiful with her lips stretched around the red ball between her teeth. I fluff her hair neatly around it and smile. There is nothing stopping this sexy little kitten from removing it if she wants to at any time.

"There. Utterly perfect. But no bananas, so instead, I want you to click your fingers."

She nods bashfully, and a blush covers her cheeks as I slide down her trousers. I know she is wearing knickers underneath, with the hot and wet fabric rubbing against her.

She starts moving to her imaginary beat, showing me her sexy moves, made all the better by the bonds she wears. Finding someone who does this for money is easy and meaningless. Having someone who can do this for love would be a rare find indeed.

I don't care if she wants to dance, only that she obeys. Such a good girl.

With no music to guide her, this sexy goddess climbs onto my lap and flicks her hair around, getting into the swing of things. I have a stripper playlist on my phone, as every good consigliere does, but she looks like she's having so much fun so I stay quiet. She is certainly worth top rates, in my opinion at least. If she decides not to marry me, I'd certainly be willing to come to some arrangement. Not that I have even asked her for her hand. That would be the quickest way to scare this woman away.

She'll be mine within two days, I have no doubt.

When I hear I have virgin girls coming into the club looking for jobs, I start them behind the bar. No one wants a fumbling lap dance, but this girl fumbles in all the right ways.

She's perfect.

The bed throws her from her rhythm; it's not the most familiar location for a lap dance. She adapts and continues, working the mattress to her advantage.

The only things that could improve this moment are the absence of clothes and a ring on her finger.

"God, kitten, such moves." My hands grip her hips as they thrust and spin in time with the melody of her mind. "And you haven't even started stripping yet."

She blushes some more, but it's the heated kind that tells me she's aroused by all of this.

"Are you ready to get naked for me, kitten?"

Her head shakes firmly.

"Are you saying no?"

She shakes her head again.

"Should I take it off for you?" A good girl who likes to be forced. I hit the jackpot here.

She shakes her head, continuing to dance awkwardly across my knees. She isn't refusing me, she's teasing. The pretty girl wants a spanking. Just the way I want her.

"Either you take your clothes off right now or I'm going to rip them apart. We're going to jump that virgin hurdle today." I'm all for dragging out the pleasure, but this is one hurdle I'm keen to get over.

Her anxiety pips with my words, this is a life experience that needs to be in her past. My eyebrows raise with the unspoken question. If she says no after I shred her clothes, there's no guarantee I'll be inclined to let her get something else from her bag.

She says yes with her body, continuing her sexy moves against my chest. My sweet girl needs someone to take control and steal her from her anxieties and worries. This girl has been burdened by life for too long.

"There's my good girl." Tearing the shoulder of her top, I let the fabric slip down her breast until the pink of her nipple is just visible. My cock grows impossibly hard as I discover her lack of a bra. Maybe being naked can wait. Fucked and exposed will have to do.

I'm going to fuck my innocent kitten like a dirty whore.