Fifty Shades of BDSM Trilogy by Sky Corgan

could do was try at this point. But
if he wasn't willing to give, then neither was I.
    Jack's bodyguard greeted me at the NYC
terminal, and I did my best to smile. This man wasn't the one that
had wronged me, and he deserved none of my discontent. I would save
that for Jack.
    When I stepped into the limousine, Jack was
waiting for me with a polite smile. He even had the audacity to
kiss me on the cheek and tell me that he missed me. In that moment,
I realized that the sentiments were not returned.
    “We need to talk,” I began, my voice showing
no signs of warmth. The smile that had been on Jack's face before
quickly faded.
    “I'm sorry about the school not going well,”
he apologized.
    “I am more than offended that you were
willing to allow them to . . .” I didn't even want to say it,
“penetrate me in any way, shape, or form, knowing full and well
that I'm a virgin in all things related to sex.”
    He sat back against the cool leather seats as
if he was cowering away. “It's important that you be able to please
me—”
    “Oh shove it,” I cut him off. “You pretend
like this marriage is all about you. Well, it's not. I'm tired of
sacrificing, Jack. You don't realize how hard this has all been for
me. I had to leave my home, a life that I love, a man whom I love,
just to come be with you,” the words came out as sharp as daggers,
but the only person they were cutting was me. It sounded like a
stranger's voice, telling me of all I had lost. “And now you want
me to sacrifice even more. My morals. My virtue. Just so that
pathetic little shit between your legs will be happy.”
    Jack's mouth was agape when I finally
finished, and I wanted nothing more than to jump out of the moving
vehicle and end it all. There had been no filter between my mouth
and my brain when I spoke. I had lost all politeness, all the
courtesies that had been painstakingly ingrained into me throughout
the years, and now, I wasn't sure what was going to happen.
    “I'm . . . I'm sorry,” Jack stuttered, not
knowing what else to say.
    “If you want me to learn BDSM, you're just
going to have to teach me yourself. There's not going to be any
more sending me off.” My chest was heaving from the angry
excitement of my words.
    “Alright,” he agreed finally. “You seem
really upset right now. Let's just get you back to my parents'
house, and we'll talk about this more tomorrow.”
    When Jack's parents greeted me at the door to
their mansion, I tried to show them the utmost respect. Luckily, it
was late and no one was in the mood for conversation. With a quick
goodnight, I went up to the guest room and laid across the bed,
just wanting to sleep so that I could start the next day anew.
    During the daytime, I did my best to play the
happy charade around Jack's mother. She didn't ask why I had
returned so early from my 'vacation', and I was thankful.
Apparently, I was entitled to the same level of discretion they
gave Jack.
    When Jack got off work, he swung by the
mansion for a family dinner. I was quiet, as usual, observing more
than I was speaking. Nothing seemed to have changed since I was
gone. Jack and his father talked about business, while Jack's
mother wanted to discuss my wedding dress, which she had taken the
liberty of picking out herself.
    I could not care less about the wedding at
that point. All that I wanted was for the wedding to be over so
that I could go back to college and continue on with my life,
pretending that Jack was somehow a part of it.
    After dinner, Jack asked me if I wanted to go
back to his place for a while. Part of me wanted to say no. I was
scared of what he wanted to talk about after my outburst in the
limo the day before. My courage had sailed away on the morning
breeze, and all I had been left with was numbness. Still, I knew
that discussing what had happened was unavoidable, and it was
better to get it over with so that hopefully the awkwardness
between us could die down a bit.
    I stared out the passenger's