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The girls giggled and it felt so good to see Savannah had made a good friend here.

“Daddy,” whispered Savannah, “are you okay?”

Blake realized that he was choking up a little, and he held Savannah close to him. “I’m great, actually,” he said. And, for the first time since Chloe had gone missing, he meant it. He hadn’t been able to save everyone he loved in his life, and he definitely wasn’t able to stop bad things from happening in this world, but he was doing his best, with the woman he loved by his side.

The room buzzed with laughter and warmth, but Blake felt an irresistible urge to show Savannah something more. He leaned toward her ear, his breath tickling her skin. "I never finished giving you that private tour of the Haven," he murmured.

"Really?" Savannah's eyes lit up with curiosity. "What else is there?"

"Follow me," Blake said, taking her hand and guiding her through the crowd.

They made their way to the unmarked black door between the nursery and the BDSM room.

“Oh yes!” exclaimed Savannah. “I’ve been wondering what’s behind this one!”

It seemed unremarkable from the outside, but when Blake turned his key in the lock and opened it, a narrow staircase revealed itself, spiralling upward and disappearing into darkness.

"Where does this lead?" Savannah asked, looking more than a little intrigued.

"Somewhere special," Blake replied, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He led her up the stairs, the soft glow of street lights filtering in through a small window as they climbed higher.

At the top, they entered a cozy studio flat, its floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city. The skyline stretched out before them, a stunning canvas of twinkling lights and towering silhouettes.

"Wow." Savannah's voice was hushed, awestruck. "This is incredible."

"This is my private apartment," Blake explained, his blue eyes reflecting the cityscape. "It means we always have a place to stay in the city when we're working. I got a room at the club because I didn't want to leave work and go home in the early days. After a while, I got lonely, so I moved in with Jax, but I kept this place, too"

"Blake, this is amazing." Savannah stepped closer to the window, marveling at the view. "We can be vigilantes in the heart of the city and live a cozy existence in the suburbs at the same time."

"Exactly," Blake said, wrapping his arms around her from behind. They stood there, gazing out at the city, their hearts swelling with anticipation for the thrilling, dual lives they were about to share.

Blake's eyes darkened with desire as he looked at Savannah. “We don’t just have to sleep when we’re in this apartment, though.”

Savannah’s eyes widened. “Daddy, are you talking about . . .?”

Blake nodded. "Strip for me, babygirl," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "I want you naked on the bed."

Savannah obeyed without hesitation, her green eyes locked onto his as she shed her clothes, revealing the beautiful curves of her body, her soft stomach and heavy breasts. Blake couldn't help but admire her vulnerability and trust, his arousal growing with each passing moment.

"Stay right there with your legs spread," he ordered, taking a moment to admire the view of her pussy she was giving him, then striding out of the room and down into the club to fetch some equipment from the BDSM room.

His fingers found the Hitachi wand, a powerful tool he knew would bring Savannah immense pleasure. As he returned to thebedroom, horny as hell, he could feel his heart pounding in anticipation.

"Ready?" he asked, switching it on the wand. “Daddy’s going to make you come now, and he’s going to be merciless.”

The hum of the vibrator filled the room, and Savannah nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

"Please, Daddy," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Blake held the wand against her most sensitive area, watching as her body responded to the intense vibrations.

Her breathing grew instantly heavy, her hips bucking against the toy as she struggled to maintain control.

He grinned at her reactions, feeling powerful and needed in this intimate moment.

"Come for me, darling" he urged, pressing the wand harder against her clit. “Don’t hold back. Let’s see how long we can make this pleasure last.”

Savannah cried out, her nails digging into the sheets as an orgasm ripped through her body. But Blake didn't stop. He continued to apply pressure, not letting up, prolonging her pleasure until he forced another climax out of her, her body shaking uncontrollably.

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