Corruption - Leigh Lennon Page 0,2

smile pulls at the corner of his lips. His beauty at this moment and the intimacy accompanied with it lend to the sensation of pleasure I choose to concentrate on.

“Hell, precious, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were a virgin.” I don’t answer him, but with one last thrust and my barrier breaking between us, his question is answered.

He stills, neither pulling out of me or moving. “Jewel,” he orders, his voice lowering, and the Dom in him reappears before my eyes. But where he’s been soft and a gentleman before, he bares his teeth, and I see a wolf before me.

“Please tell me.” He stops his words for a second, still inside me. “Please fucking tell me I just didn’t take your fucking virginity.”

“I…” I stutter, and as he begins to pull out, I do the one thing a sub shouldn’t do. I beg him to continue.

“No, please, this is my first time.” I shouldn’t plead with him or beg him. Doms don’t like this, but if I lose my virginity, I can’t let him leave me like this, not after all this time of dreaming of him alone. “Please don’t just leave me. Please, take me all the way.”

He has not softened inside me. “As a matter of fact, Sir,” I beg again. “I think you like the fact that you have been the only one inside me.” Yeah, that’s not an awesome sub thing to do either—tempt him into continuing—but it works. He begins to thrust inside me, harder and harder with each push.

“Is this what you want, my little virgin? To be thoroughly fucked like a slut?”

I love this dirty talk, and where I think this may have been meant to hurt me, it doesn’t. It makes me wetter, and with each push, the pain is gone, replaced with what I’ve imagined to be glorious, wrong, and illicit.

He pulls out, pulling the condom from him after I’ve orgasmed again.

He tugs his pants on, walking to the door and leaning back, just enough that his face is the last thing I see before he says, “That will never happen again, precious. Never fucking again. You have five minutes to leave this room.”

He doesn’t kick me out of the club, so that’s a plus, but my resolve is high. And as I have fantasized about this day so long ago, his warning won’t thwart me because he’ll be mine one day.

Chapter One

Three months later - Maddox

I’ve been avoiding her. No, I don’t think that is quite the word for it. As most want to avoid the plague, rabies, a bad hangover, a trip to Walmart, and appendicitis, I’m avoiding her with the same fervor. “M,” my number two begins, “she’s asking for you again.”

I hide out in my office most nights to avoid her. “You have the floor. I’ll be in here doing some inventory.” I’m not fooling Jay, who’s also my dungeon master. How much inventory does one person need to do? Plus, it’s not really in my job description.

He shakes his head at me. I know he thinks I’m a pussy. I am a pussy. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it, and if Chadwick were here, he’d string me up by my balls for many reasons. But the main one being letting Jay take over my job all because of a little girl, and it’s what she is. Jewel is a little girl. Sure, she’s legal but—fucking barely.

The door opens, and I’m sure it’s my number two again, who’s going to do Chadwick’s job for him and tell me to man up. I look up and meet the familiar eyes of the little girl I was with once. But she’s all woman as her bustier is showing me the cleavage my face has been between just once. This depravity was the lowest of lows to where I slunk. And I don’t have high standards as far as morality. Depravity never bothered me, not until I met her and had my way with this gem. She has done me in for any other woman.

“Are you avoiding me?” she asks.

I should kick her out. She isn’t collared, and even though many have tried to collar her, Jewel has her sights set on only one person. And she is looking at him.

“You know I am.” No reason to deny it.

“Yeah, I figured as much,” she purrs. “What can I do to change your mind?”

“You can’t.” I stand with such force, it startles