Page 17 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
Part 2
Troy
Blyss wanted more—a lot more than she was ready for. I had a feeling she wanted to break. Maybe there was a demon inside of her who wanted to own her. She had said she was born addicted to many things. God only knew what kinds of demons her mother fought or gave up the fight to. She had put her baby in a box and left her, after all.
Was there something inside of her that wanted her flesh punished? Was there something buried deep within her soul that yearned to be hurt?
Blyss was angelic in physical attributes. Treating her the way I had other subs wasn’t coming naturally to me. But maybe I wasn’t being what she needed me to be. Maybe that’s why she wasn’t saying the words that I wanted to hear. The night was eerie. A cool breeze moved through the forest, making the trees moan and whisper to one another. A full moon had many of the creatures that lived there scurrying about more than usual.
“You really want to go to the club, Blyss?”
She nodded as she stared at the campfire. “I thought you would understand my need for this. Not only because I want to write my thesis …”
“Stop right there.”
She looked at me with curious eyes. “Why?”
“Because you don’t understand this lifestyle at all. You don’t do these things just so you can write about them. You have these experiences because you can’t stop thinking about them. You have a desire to do them for yourself—not anyone else. That includes writing a paper about the experiences. The fact you don’t understand that is one of the many reasons I don’t want to put you through anything. Not yet.”
“Well, we only have a little over two months left. So, when do you think you’ll see fit to showing me what I came to see?”
Frustration was building in her. I could see it in everything she did. Was I wrong to deny her? Was I treating her like a girlfriend instead of what she signed up for—to be a Submissive? Was I short-changing her?
I made a sudden decision, putting her needs first and my feelings second. “Take off your clothes and go face that tree over there.” I pointed at a giant tree that was surrounded by dark shadows as the fire’s light bounced off its dark trunk.
“What are you going …”
“Hush! Do as I say, Sub.” I didn’t look at her as I tried to steady my mind. I didn’t want to do anything like this to her, but her sweet nature was changing because I wasn’t keeping up my end of our deal. And if I never gave her what she wanted, she would put herself back on the auction block and find someone who might hurt her. Just the thought of another man having anything to do with her made my gut clench.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a smile fill her face as she jumped up to do what I’d told her to. She had no idea of what I was about to do. I had to be honest—I only had half an idea of what I was about to do, myself.
If she had demons inside who needed tending to, then who better than I to do that?
My inner demons needed to be fed occasionally too. Why was I putting Blyss on a pedal stool? Why was I treating her like a princess all the time, when some of the time she wanted to be treated like a lowly slave? Blyss might look like an angel, but she wanted to be treated like a sinner every once in a while. I wasn’t living up to what my duty was to her. I finally realized it that night.
The conditions were right for her to be introduced into the dark underbelly of life. An owl hooted, then flew through the treetops, screeching its approval of what was about to happen to her. Or maybe it was a warning not to go through with it. I wasn’t sure of that. The only thing I was sure of was that the woman I’d grown to love wanted more and I knew how to give it to her. She was mine to care for, in whatever way she needed to be cared for. Her dark side needed to be brought to light, and that night it would be set free.
In a box in the back of my Jeep were the things I typically used on my subs. I went to it and pulled out the ropes I’d tie her to the tree with. Then I got out the whip. I wasn’t sure if I’d hit her with it or merely snap it around her body, but I was about to let her see what being a Sub was all about. My blue jean shorts and T-shirt weren’t putting me into Dom mode. I ducked into the tent and put on the loose-fitting black warmups I liked to wear when changing mental gears from average Joe to demanding Dom.
When I came back out of the tent, I saw she was still facing the tree, standing stone still. Moving in behind her, I ran the rough rope around her upper body with one loop, then tied it off. “I’m going to tie you to this tree, Sub. Do you know why I’m doing this to you?”
“Because I’ve asked you to, Master.” Her eyes were glazed over. I had no idea if she was actually in that zone that Subs eventually learned to go into or what the deal was. But she had the same look seasoned pros would get before they received a punishment.
Running the rope around the tree, I pulled her tightly to it. I had to make sure she couldn’t move. I didn’t want her to even flinch, or the whip might hit her when I didn’t want it to, or it might hit her in a place it shouldn’t. I still was unsure if I’d allow her pristine flesh to be broken. She was a rare beauty, unspoiled by any scars at all.
I suppose when one makes reading her life, then one never does things that might end up leaving scars. But Blyss had them in her brain. She had many scars there. As I ran the rope around her, I thought about balance and how the pain in her mind might not be balancing with the relative painlessness of her outer existence. Was what I was about to do going to help create that balance?
As I pulled the rope tightly around her ankles, then tied it off, Blyss was completely secured to the tree. Unable to move a muscle. That, in itself, was a form of discipline. So I decided to make sure she needed anything more than that. “Blyss, I’m going to leave you tied up, unable to move at all, for a period of ten minutes. That will be your punishment for tonight.”
She turned her head, and when her eyes met mine, I saw the reflection of the campfire in them. It sent a chill through me. “Master, I desire more.” She looked at the whip I had lying on the ground. “Were you going to use that whip on me?”
“I wasn’t sure about that.”
“Did you use that on your other Subs?”
She knew I hated for her to bring shit like that up. “It doesn’t matter what I did with the others, Blyss. You’re not like them.”
“I want to feel it.” She looked at me with eyes that glistened as tears welled up in them. “Please, Troy. I want to feel it.”
