Jessa James - The Virgin Pact Boxed Set

Before the mood could turn any more negative, he let out a cough and steered the conversation in a different direction.

“So what are your college plans?”

I widened my eyes, both at the fact that he was halfway done with his food and that he was asking me questions. Real questions, about me. Not about how wet my pussy was or if I was wearing a bra.

I thought he was just after sex with me, a virgin, so why were we actually talking? Not that I was complaining. I definitely wasn’t. In truth, it made me like him even more. He actually wanted to talk to me, a girl who barely knew anything about the world. He didn’t look down on me. Could he get any more perfect?

Over the rest of dinner, I told him of my plans to attend the local college. All the while, I maintained eye contact, realizing I’d never tire of looking at those caramel brown eyes.

Gregory

“Why do you want to go to the college here?” I asked, watching her as she took a sip of her soda, watching her throat work and remembering how she’d swallowed all my cum.

I was really trying my best to think with my mind and not with my dick, but it was damn near impossible. Knowing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath that uniform skirt had me rock hard. I clasped my hands together and rested them over the growing strain.

I didn’t want her to think I just wanted her just for sex. Sure, that was a large part, but Jane was so much more than sex. She was mine. Knowing she wanted to stay in town for school only made it even more official.

There were so many things to learn and know about her, so many layers to unravel and I was willing to take the time to do it.

“What do you mean?” she responded, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

“The school is small. You’re a very smart girl, Jane, not only in my class.” I took a quick pause. “If you wanted, you could go to the best schools anywhere in the country.”

I watched her, noting the way her brown eyes widened. She held a sharp intake of breath, released it, and stayed silent for a few seconds. She looked like she was nervous; the expression on her face was of worry as she wrinkled her forehead. I’d never seen this side of her – genuine concern.

She was the girl who knew how to carry herself and seemed like she’d never had a problem in life. She’d strutted along the school’s hallways with that bright smile and the sensual sway of her hips. Seeing her now – a different side – all the more piqued my interest.

“I’m not sure if I could do it…”

I moved one hand to her knee and squeezed it, pressing her to continue. She looked at me for a second before she tilted her head away.

“I’ve never left home. I don’t know the first thing about living independently.”

She stopped for a second, the hesitation evident. She stuck her bottom lip out and moved her eyes downwards. She looked ashamed.

I immediately crinkled my eyebrows. An ashamed Jane was a sight I never wanted to see. It didn’t fit her. She had so much potential for that kind of feeling.

“I’ve never had a job. I don’t even do my own laundry. I can’t cook. Everything’s been done for me, whether I wanted that or not. Sure, my parents will still pay for everything, but they’ve never been around.” She raised her hands up in the air and then dropped them. “I don’t know. I just have no interest in leaving here. I’m content staying in town for college.”

“Good,” I said. She was mine and I wasn’t having her go to a school two time zones away. I wouldn’t hold her back if it was her dream, but it wasn’t. Her damn parents hadn’t given her confidence to spread her wings. While she was content to go to college, venturing far was not exciting for her. Why should it when she didn’t have a secure and loving home life?

“Good?” she repeated, biting her lip.

“Because your pussy belongs to me, remember?”

She nodded and looked down. Her cheeks flushed prettily.

“Do you still want that? Do you still want me to be in charge of you?”

She looked up quickly. “Yes, sir.” Her voice was adamant.

“Good girl.”

I watched as she preened by the praise.

“It seems there are many lessons I have to teach you, don’t I?”

Her cheeks turned darker when she realized I was talking about fucking. Yes, I’d teach her exactly what I liked and I’d show her just how she’d love it, too.

“Yes, sir,” she said again.

Tucking her hair back behind her ear, I said, “They will include punishments, Jane. Are you prepared to be tossed you over my knee and spank you to learn a lesson? Fill your ass with a plug so you remember who’s in charge?”

Her eyes widened at that. Yes, I’d put a big plug in her ass so she’d remember who she belonged to, if required. Or, if I just wanted to. The more she knew how things would be, the better.

“You’ll punish me if I cook and burn dinner?” she asked, clearly worried.

“I’ll punish you for it if you were forgetful because you were playing a game on your phone.”

She nodded.

“I’ll punish you if I find out you were texting and driving. Or if you don’t have your phone with you when you go out. Or if you flirt with any college boys.”

She smiled then. “College boys? I don’t want a boy. I want… you.”

“You want a man who knows what he’s doing, don’t you?”

She nodded, glanced at me with those innocent eyes. “I like it when you take control,” she admitted, then glanced down at my cock.

She was still shy when it came to her sexuality, but she was getting better at owning it. She was starting to make eye contact more often, and she was always an eager student when it came to listening, making sure she heard and followed everything I said.

“Oh, you do?” The only response she gave was a nod, but that was more than enough. “Do you like it when I tell you what to do? When I tell you how to suck my dick?”

“Yes,” she whispered, and I watched as she closed her eyes for a second.

“When I punish you for being a bad girl?”

“Yes.”

“When I reward you for being good?” I put my hand on her bare thigh and slid it upward beneath the hem of her uniform.

“Hm—” I watched her take in a deep breath before she answered back, “Yes, I love it.”

“Did you touch yourself last night when you were alone in your bed? Did you spread those thighs and put your fingers in that virgin hole? Did you make yourself come?”

She shook her head vehemently.

“Well, you’ve definitely been a good girl then, following everything I say,” I began. I hooked a finger under her chin and tipped her head up until our eyes met. “And do you know what good girls get?”

Her cheeks quickly turning red. “I hope… I hope I get to come.”

“You’ll find out,” I said with a mischievous smile, as I slowly pushed her back onto the couch, so her back was comfortable against the cushion.

By the time I was done with her, she’d be a wet mess in my hand…or mouth. I couldn’t wait for it – seeing the look of euphoria from her first time being eaten out.

I dropped to my knees on the carpet in front of her. I didn’t hesitate to pull her ass closer to the edge of the couch before I spread her knees apart. I sucked in a breath when I saw the lips of her pussy glistening wet and taunting me. Inhaling, I breathed in her sweet scent.

“You’re dripping wet,” I growled, her cream even coating her thighs.

She moaned and lifted her hips when I slid my fingers through her desire. I wanted to take her slowly, almost painstakingly. I wanted her to beg desperately for me. For what I’d give her. No one else would make her this way.