Fifty Shades of BDSM Trilogy by Sky Corgan Page B

only had sex with
four women.
    “Really?” I couldn't hide the disbelief from
my voice.
    “Really.” He was dead serious. “Does that
make you feel any better about me? I'm sure you think I'm vile and
impure.” His eyes darkened.
    “I never said I thought you were vile and
impure.” I tried not to be offended.
    “What do you think of me, Melita Nguyen?”
Jack pierced me with his deep gaze, and I knew that the mood for
the rest of the evening depended on what I said next.
    I searched for the right answer, but nothing
came to mind, so I decided to go with honest instead, whatever the
consequence would be. “I think you're one of the most beautiful men
I have ever seen. I think you're charismatic, and kind. But I also
think that you're not as confident as you let on.”
    He smirked. “You're a good judge of
character. Now, let's take care of that virginity problem.”
    I wasn't sure if I was ready, but I had
already told Jack that I wouldn't make him wait, so there was no
point in postponing it. Quietly, he stood and offered me his hand,
and I allowed him to lead me down the hallway to the dungeon. For a
moment, I thought about hesitating, but when he opened the door, I
stepped inside, taking in the disconcerting ambiance.
    Everything was exactly how I remembered it
before I had left for the BDSM school. Not a chain had been
tampered with, or a paddle removed from the wall of punishment
devices.
    I turned, and my breath hitched as I realized
that Jack was standing right behind me, so close that we were
practically touching. His blue eyes enveloped me as I looked up at
him, and before I could even remember to breath, Jack's lips were
touching mine. His kiss was surprisingly sweet and gentle for all
his unpleasant intentions, and I found my body relaxing when he
pulled away.
    “Are you scared?” he asked.
    “No.” I couldn't tell if I was lying or not,
but I chose not to be afraid.
    “Good.” Jack pushed my long black hair away
from my shoulders and urged me to tilt my head so that he could
kiss my neck. The fluttery kisses that he placed on my skin were
soft and affectionate, far too delicate for a man who only wished
to inflict pain upon me.
    His hands fell to the front of my blouse, and
he began unfastening the buttons one at a time. I stood, frozen
like a statue, trying to enjoy Jack's touch but so overwhelmed by
the suddenness of everything that was going on. When my blouse was
fully unbuttoned, I helped to shrug it off onto the floor. Without
hesitation, his hands went to unbuckle my belt next, and with that
task finished, he unfastened my jeans.
    “Take your shoes off,” Jack whispered before
stepping away from me.
    I watched him undress as I slipped out of my
ballerina flats and pulled my jeans down the rest of the way.
Jack's lean muscular body was appealing to the eyes, hairless and
fit. While he wasn't broad like Liam, I found his swimmers build
very attractive.
    There was no shortness of loving kisses as
our bodies came together. The only thing separating us was our
undergarments, and I could feel Jack's manhood pressing hard
against his.
    He reached around me and unclasped my bra,
pulling it down my arms and tossing it haphazardly onto the pile of
my clothing. I felt no shame being exposed to him, though I still
yearned for the warmth of his body to cover me.
    For a moment, Jack stared at my naked
breasts, and I blushed, though I wasn't sure why. It was still hard
for me to believe that he had only been intimate with four other
women, but if it was true, then that would explain the look of
appreciative wonder on his face.
    I gasped as Jack wrapped his arms around me
and hoisted me into the air, burying his face between my breasts
while he carried me to a black leather upholstered saw horse in one
corner of the room. Lost in the moment, I ran my hands through
Jack's hair, enjoying the feel of it between my fingers as I tilted
my head back, fully exposing myself to his torrent of lustful
kisses. He