Page 10 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
He was asking, and I thought that was odd for a man who’d just bought me for the summer. But I was leaving him hanging and that was rude, so I nodded and closed my eyes tightly as I waited.
His hands moved over my inner thighs, sending a chill through me. I could feel his warm breath like a gentle breeze caressing my inner private areas—an area that had only been seen by a doctor who’d given me a clean bill of health for my summer adventure.
Warmth spread over me as his lips touched me. His tongue moved fluidly through my folds and I moaned. My fingers curled into the blanket and my toes did too. I was so thankful for the open-toed sandals I had on. They made the curling so much easier. I couldn’t believe how easy he was being with me. The intimate kiss was glorious, and I was going out of my mind with all the new sensations. His fingers pressed into my ass cheeks as he lifted me and kissed me harder.
Panting with harsh breaths, I felt something stir inside of me. My fists were pounding the bed as I pulled my knees up high. His hand moved over my stomach and he pushed it up. Then his mouth moved up and he tapped my clit. I screamed and he did it again. “More!”
The tapping became long licks. He did that over and over as my insides began to quiver. Then he put his lips on my clit and moved up and down on it, making something burst inside of me. Pure desire, joy, and fireworks went off as I shrieked and tried not to pass out.
His lips left mine and his tongue went into my vagina. He pushed his tongue in and out of me as he seemed to be licking my insides. The crazy sensations multiplied and I found myself needing more. “Troy, why does it feel so damn good but I want more?”
He looked up at me with a grin. “Because your body wants my cock inside of you. But I’m not about to do that yet.”
“Please,” I begged him. “Oh, please, Troy!”
He took his cock and it still looked big as he held it in his large hands. I leaned my head up to watch him push that monster inside me. He smiled as he pressed it against my vagina that was pulsing and needing him.
I felt something go inside of me and cried out, as it burned. He moved his hand, and then I realized it was only his finger that he was pumping into me. “You’re so tight, it defies my imagination, baby. We’ll have to work you to get this inside.” He pulled his finger out and pushed his cock against me again.
“Just do it, Troy. I want it. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Please.” I was desperate and hated that my stupid vagina was being so small and uncooperative.
He pumped his finger some more and sighed. “I’m not about to hurt you. And it will hurt you without you being stretched at least some. I have a dildo that’s smaller than I am. I could use that.”
“I want you.” I groaned with frustration. “I want to feel your skin inside of me.”
When I opened my eyes, I found him looking at me. “That’s one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me.” He wore a half-smile and laid on his side next to me. “Wanna taste yourself on my tongue?”
It wasn’t really what I wanted, but I wanted more of him, so I nodded and he kissed me. The taste was salty, kind of musky, and not bad at all. The best part was when he took my hand, put it on his dick, and moved it back and forth as we kissed.
He kept it up until I felt him go stiff. He looked at me as warm liquid spilled all over my hand and he made a terrible groan. It was the first time I’d ever had oral sex and I liked it. But I wanted more. I wanted so much more, and I had three months of being with Troy to get all that and then some.
“I think you and I will find a lot we like about each other,” he told me, then kissed the tip of my nose. “I need a shower and so do you. But I’m not up to showering with you if I can’t fuck you. Time for you to go to your room.”
Before he could get up, I grabbed his arms. “Tomorrow, can we do it all the way?”
“We can. We’ll be in a tent, all alone, and have all the time in the world to stretch you out. I’d have done it tonight, but I know you’re tired, and I want you to be up for it all.”
He rolled off the bed and held out his hand, helping me up. I staggered a little, as my head was light. “Whoa. I wonder how my head will feel when you and I really do it.”
He laughed as he walked me to the door, then pulled my keycard out of his pants pocket and handed it to me. “I’ll watch you, to make sure you get in okay.” He kissed the top of my head, then smacked my ass.
I liked it even though I made a tiny scream. “Being yours is the best thing that will ever happen to me. I know it is.”
“I think we both will learn a lot out of this. Goodnight, Blyss. I’ll have some clothes for you to put on at around ten tomorrow morning. Be showered and ready to put them on, okay?”
“Okay.” I kissed his cheek and walked out the door. After I opened my hotel room door, I waved at him, then walked in and closed it behind me. Leaning back on it, I looked up and thanked god for Troy Masterson. He’d be the man who’d make me who I was supposed to be.
I was never as sure of anything as I was of that.
Troy
I tossed and turned the entire night after I sent Blyss to her hotel room. I wanted to tell her to come back to my bed, but I knew where that would lead and I wanted to go easy with her. There was a lot more to Blyss than I knew. I had an idea that her backstory was something I had to know before I planned out our activities in the BDSM world.
She’d said she was in orphanages, which can be rough on a child. She was moved around a lot, too, which means she must’ve been troublesome. I could see she was clearly intelligent, but lacked common social knowledge. And she was in school to become a psychologist, which meant she was more into human behavior than most, which was great for what I wanted her for.
My work was cut out for me. Blyss Danner was fragile. She was, by far, the most delicate female I’d ever known. With all that in mind, treating her with kid gloves wasn’t the answer, but it was going to be damn hard not to do so. I also had to watch out for her becoming too bonded to me. She and I would be done in a matter of three months. I didn’t want to send her home broken because she was in love with me. That could happen and I didn’t want it to.
The only idea I could come up with was being straightforward with her. I would speak to her psychologist’s mind and constantly remind her that I’m her Dom—her teacher, not her boyfriend. I’d have to leave the romance off the table or she’d fall for sure. Sleep finally found me, but only for a few hours before the sun shone through the window, waking me up. Instead of feeling rested, I felt even more tired and got out of bed to go shower. I wanted a bottle of water first and went to the living area to get one out of the mini fridge. And that’s when I found a piece of paper had been pushed under the door.
