Page 29 of Blake

Savannah's cheeks burned as she stepped back into the main bar, the lingering sensation of Blake's handprint still stinging her skin. The memory of her orgasm, just moments ago, threatened to send her legs buckling beneath her.

"Hey, you look like you could use a drink," a blonde woman called out from behind the bar, a teasing glint in her eyes. Savannah hoped beyond hope that nobody knew what she and Blake had just done.

"Sure," Savannah replied, trying to keep her voice steady as she approached the bar.

"Name's Rosie," she said, extending a hand. "What can I get for you?"

"Uh, just water, please," Savannah mumbled, taking a deep breath to calm herself. Rosie handed her a glass of ice-cold water, and Savannah took a grateful sip.

"So you’re here with Blake?" Rosie asked, leaning against the counter. She looked slightly older than Savannah, and her accent had a British twang to it. Her frilly red dress looked expensive, and her smoky eyes gave her an appearance of sophistication.She wore a red bow in her wavy blonde hair, which was the only thing that looked distinctly “Little” about her.

"Yup," Savannah admitted. "He’s, uh, looking after me."

Rosie nodded, looking over toward Nash. “Make sure he treats you well. Those Marks boys can be a little temperamental.”

Savannah didn’t want to pry, so she just nodded and sipped her water. Did she know something about Blake that Savannah didn’t? Or was that comment mainly aimed at Nash? Maybe there was history there.

“So,” said Rosie, “are you a Little? Not everybody who comes here is, so no judgment from me either way.”

Savannah felt her cheeks burn. “I . . . guess I am a Little. I just haven’t spoken about it much to anyone else before.”

"That’s awesome!" Rosie's eyes sparkled. “Congratulations on coming out! It’s sooo much better once you find some like-minded people you can be yourself around. I’m a Little too, by the way, if it wasn’t obvious.”

Savannah smiled. “The cute bow in your hair is a bit of a clue.”

Rosie laughed. “Sometimes I dress more Little than this . . . but today, I knew that Nash was coming in, so I wore something kinda sexy to pee him off.” She winked.

Okay. Interesting. Therewassome kind of history between the two of them.

“So, how old is your Little?” asked Rosie. “Mine is around seven. I think seven’s such a nice age, don’t you?”

Savannah swallowed. She really hadn’t thought about things in such depth before. Until a few days ago, she’d just enjoyed cuddling Mr. Whiskers and wearing her Little clothes, but she had never expected to share that side of herself with anyone. “I think my Little is younger than that,” she said quietly. Yeeshk, it wasn’t like her to be shy. Now, she felt like an embarrassed little kid.

“Oh, that’s so cool!” said Rosie. “In that case, youhaveto play in the nursery here. There are so many toys for young Littles. And I bet Blake would find it super cute to play with you sometime. He’s so protective, I bet he’d be amazing at looking after an itty bitty Little.” She clapped her hand over her mouth. “Oops. Not that I’m insinuating—”

“Don’t worry,” said Savannah. “I’m not offended. My relationship with Blake is purely professional, though.”

Blush, blush, blush.

“Oh, I see,” said Rosie, her gaze flicking over to the private BDSM room door. Which was still closed, with Blake behind it.

"Hey, now it's a party," Nash said, sliding onto a barstool beside Savannah. His eyes danced with mischief as he turned his attention to Rosie. "You serving drinks or just running your mouth, young lady?"

"Watch it, old man," Rosie shot back, a playful grin on her lips. "I could refuse to serve you if you’re rude to the staff members.”

“Don’t forget who pays your wages,” Nash replied, smirking at Rosie. Their gazes locked, and Savannah felt an electric charge in the air. The chemistry between them was undeniable. The change in Nash was evident, too. He had seemed so grumpy earlier, but now, around Rosie, he was like a dog with a bone.

“Where would you be without your favorite barmaid, though?” Rosie teased.

“Devastated,” Nash replied dryly. “I’d never find another one who talks back at me as much as you.”

Rosie laughed.

"Speaking of devastation, here comes Mr. Miserable," Nash announced, turning to look at Blake emerging from the BDSM room.

Savannah's pulse quickened as Blake emerged, his broad shoulders tense beneath his dark shirt. A scowl marred his handsome features, and she couldn't help but wonder if theirencounter earlier had left him feeling as raw and exposed as she did. Her desire for him flared, threatening to consume her.

"Looks like someone's been having fun in there," Nash teased, raising an eyebrow at his brother. “Got a tip for you, though. BDSM normally works better when there’s two of you in that room, bro.”

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