Page 33 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
“I hate this,” I said as I closed my eyes. “He’s been the one who tried to stop me from doing all this BDSM stuff.”
“Hold on,” one of the men said. “The guy who won you, your Dom, tried to stop you from doing what?”
“All of it. I had to beg him to do the things to me that I had signed up for. He kept telling me I was fragile because I had a problematic childhood. I don’t know how I could have ever accuse him of doing such a thing. And about that. What the hell all happened to me? I feel like a truck ran over me.”
“We’ve already told her too much. Do you see what’s happening to her heart rate?” the lady said.
I felt odd, my head was pounding, and I wanted only one thing. To let Troy know I didn’t think anything bad about him. “I need him, you guys. I need him more than I need anything else. Please help me talk the doctors into letting him stay with me. I’ll get better much faster. It’s a fact that I will. Please.” I was begging and pleading for a thing that I shouldn’t have had to.
When did being in the hospital have a person losing their right to be with the person they loved?
Something was coming over me. My body felt warm, then I felt tired. “A bit of morphine shouldn’t do anything to her. She needs it anyway,” I heard one of the men say.
“Her blood pressure was rising anyway. We can’t let her get that upset anymore,” the other man said.
I knew I had to calm down and get better. But as the darkness was taking me over, I saw it all in my head. The man who took advantage of me while I was tied up. The hardness at my back. Had he?
“Was I …” I could barely speak; the medicine was pulling me under. “Raped. Was … I …”
A hand ran over my forehead. “No, you weren’t raped, Blyss. Go to sleep. It’s time to rest now.”
My mind was settled. Troy was still the only man to have touched me that way. I was still pure for him. I don’t know why that mattered so much to me, but it did. Troy and I could have that storybook life he talked about. He would always be the only man I’d ever given everything to. We could have a pristine life filled with more and more firsts.
It was then I had my first thought about having his baby. I wanted us to have our first child together. He and I would give his parents their first grandchild. Troy and I would have a baby. I hoped he’d say we could. I began to hum a lullaby as I drifted off to sleep. I could be a mom. With him to help me, I could learn to be a mother, a thing mine must’ve never learned how to be.
Everything would be fine. He wanted to marry me. He’d said so. He and I would get married, have babies, and live happily ever after. My life could be far different from what it started out being. I wasn’t going to be alone anymore. I had Troy and we’d have a family.
The sound of a siren had me stirring, then it faded away. I could hear the voices though. My nurses’ voices sounded sad as they talked in hushed tones. I could hardly make out anything they said. Until the name ‘Troy Masterson’ was said, and then I heard another word, ‘critical.’
What the hell had happened?
