She pleads and sobs, but the fight is gone

“Don't do this, Lord Patterson.” Alison sniffles softly and wipes away what might be an actual tear. “I've never done it with anyone, not even Bradley; we agreed to wait.” She looks up at me hopefully searching for any hint of compassion. She finds none, I guess Alison knew the idea of taking one of these sheltered debutants as she pleads for mercy would have my cock throbbing. I slowly slide her dress the rest of the way over her hips, and it slides to the floor in a black silk puddle so now she is wearing only a sexy black pair of panties and her strappy high-heeled sandals.

“I thought you'd be a fighter, Miss Miller; like your sanctimonious father.” She lets me lay her on her back and even lifts her hips so I can slide away her last remaining scrap of modestly. “I guess you take after your mother.”

“I dispise you, Lord Patterson.” Alison may no longer be struggling, but she still playing out the role of the outraged victim. “I'm not going to give you that satisfaction, you disgusting troll.”

“Your mother just lay back like this and let me spread her legs, too.” I tell her as I strip off my own clothes. “The Grande Dame herself didn't even protest like you are. I think she liked having a real man for a change.” This description of her imaginary mother's surrender results in another sniffle and Alison closing her eyes and shaking her head. I don't mind. I look forward to seeing those doe eyes of hers pop open in pain and surprise as I push into her. I'm not proud of this but damn, this fantasy of deflowering an innocent virgin and making her mine has my cock throbbing.

“You're going to be a good **** for your master, aren't you?” I ask Alison as I join her on the bed and start exploring her naked body. Her eyes are still closed, but I see her hands clench into small tight fists. She lets me explore her soft curves as she sobs softly. Alison's body is of course as responsive as always and in no time at all I have her squirming on the bed.

“Please no, Lord Patterson.” The soft words come out between gasps and whimpers as I touch her in places that no virgin would have ever been touched before. “Don't do this ... oh not there ...” Her perfect breasts are soft and warm and when my hand slips between her soft thighs I find her sex is dripping. In spite of her protests, Alison's legs part easily when I push on her knees.

After waiting as long as I have, I am not going to stretch this out any longer. I climb between her legs and place her right ankle on my shoulder.

“This is going to be good.” I chuckle, “Baron and Dame Miller's sweet little daughter spreading her legs so she can start her new life as my pleasure ****.”

“No!” Alison can't take her eyes off my cock as I position it just inside her petals. “That's too big, it'll never fit.”

“I'll make it fit.” Finally, her eyes lift to meet mine.

“Oh God ... I'll be ruined!” That's exactly what I wanted, to ruin this pure young Imperial debutant and turn her into my personal fuck toy. Just as I hoped, Alison's expressive eyes open wide when, with a long slow push, I claim my prize. My clever tenant is able to mimic almost perfectly the anguished cry of defeat of an Imperial debutant who feels for the first time a man's member spear into her.

“Oh yeah, take it, Miss Miller.” I grunt as I collapse onto her and ram as deep as I can into her. “Take it all!” Her body stiffens and she lets out another gasp but this one is sounds like all pleasure. After only a minute or two or her legs wrap around my waist, and she completes the fantasy of fucking a **** virgin into submission.

“Oh ... what's that feeling?” It's a little hokie, but so are the books I gave her to read. “Oh no ... oh, Sir ... oh please ... not this ... oh yes ... OH YES!” The words might be made up bullshit, but the orgasm at the end is as real as it gets, and I find myself pulled right along with her.

As we lay together on her bed a few minutes later, Alison rolls over on her side and smiles at me shyly.

“That was pretty hot.” When a grin back, she continues shyly. “Can I ask you something?”