Page 6 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
“Never.” I felt my lips pulsing as I got ready for my first kiss.
“Never,” he exhaled the word. “How fortunate for me. I get to give you your first kiss.”
My fingers curled around his arms as he moved closer to my mouth. I parted them only a bit, and when his touched mine, I went wet. His tongue barely touched my lips, then he eased it through them. He tasted like cinnamon and I wondered if I tasted good or terrible to him. When he moaned and pressed his mouth harder against mine, I knew he liked what he tasted. His tongue stroked mine as mine laid limply in my mouth. He coaxed it to move with his, and I did what he wanted, loving how it felt.
Why touching lips and tongues felt so good made no sense. Food had moved over my tongue before. I’d licked lollipops and ice cream cones, but nothing had ever made that sensation inside of my mouth before. I was flying, without wings, without drugs, without alcohol. The man who’d bought me was taking me on a ride I’d remember for the rest of my life. And it was only our first kiss.
Troy
Blyss lived up to her moniker. Kissing her was pure bliss in every sense of the word. I’d kissed many girls, but that young lady took my breath away. Our chemistry was explosive. The way she clung to me as I kissed her spoke to my heart. I knew, without a doubt in my mind, that she was going to be a Sub I’d always remember.
When I ended our first kiss, we both were breathing hard. I could’ve dropped her on the floor and fucked her right then. My cock was begging me to do that, but my brain wouldn’t allow it. She wasn’t like the other subs I’d had. She was more innocent than anyone I’d ever been with. We had three months to do all I wanted. I could wait. I could make it an experience she wouldn’t only remember, but would think about as the best thing that had ever happened to her.
I took her hand, instead of the leash that was attached to the collar I’d put on her. “I’m taking you to a nice hotel, where we’ll have separate rooms. We can have a late dinner, then I’ll walk you to your room and leave you for the night.”
She hung onto me as if she wanted more. I didn’t care if she did want more. I was going to give it to her the way I wanted to. The way I knew would be best for her.
When she nodded, instead of argued, I was happy. “Okay, master.”
I felt I needed to make sure she knew a few things before we left the safety of the club and entered the judgmental world of reality. “My name is Troy Masterson. You’ll call me Troy when we’re not here or in private.”
“Yes, master.” She smiled at me and blushed. “I like your name.”
I kissed her lips for the briefest of moments, as I just couldn’t get enough of them. “I’m glad you do. I like your name too. Now, let’s get going. I’m sure you’re tired after such a long day and we have a lot to do tomorrow. There’s shopping to do before we head out in the morning.”
I picked up the leash and led her to the door as she asked, “And where are we going?”
“Camping, after one night in a nice hotel, sleeping on soft beds. Tomorrow night, we’ll be sleeping on a blow-up mattress while gazing at the stars. How does that sound to you?”
“Good. Anything you want sounds good to me.”
I knew she was being agreeable more so now than she would be later on. The new was still controlling her. In no time at all, that would wear off, and we’d get on real terms with one another. That’s what I was looking forward to. Getting to know the real woman that was Blyss Danner. Perfection is only good for a small amount of time. No one can be expected to live up to that all the time. While Blyss was on point in every way imaginable, I would never hold her to staying that way. I didn’t even want her to stay that way.
I wanted to see her screaming with desire, sweating bullets as I took her body to an unbelievable max. I wanted to see her with her hair in a tangled mess and her creamy skin blotched red from my hands and whatever else I used to torment that perfect skin of hers. She thought I was a softie, and to a certain extent, I was. But the biggest part of me was a warrior who wanted to make more people into what I was. A person with more strength than weakness.
We walked through the roomful of people again, and I reveled in how the men looked at my woman. Blyss held her head high as I’d instructed her to. Not an ounce of training in her and she was naturally exhibiting traits of the most prized subs in the club.
As we waited outside at the valet’s entrance for my Jeep to be brought around, I took off the collar and kissed her cheek. “I’m Troy now.”
“Hi, Troy.” She kissed my cheek too and slipped her hand into mine. “This is fun.”
“What kinds of things do you do for fun?”
Shrugging, she said, “I don’t. I mean, I read. I guess you can say I have fun vicariously through the characters I read about.” Her eyes clouded. “Do you think that’s sad?”
“Why would I think that’s sad?” I opened the passenger door as my car was pulled up to the curb.
“Everyone I know thinks it’s sad.” She took a seat in my car, and I closed the door as my brow furrowed. She was in a prestigious college, full of above-average students. Why would they all think she’s sad for reading?
I got in behind the steering wheel and took off. “I don’t know who all you know, Blyss, but I don’t see anything wrong with being an avid reader.”
“When it’s about all you do, then it seems to be a problem.” Her hands knotted in her lap.
“Well, that’s all about to change. I’m going to fill this summer with things you’ve never done. All kinds of things. The place I have in mind for camping has a lake. We’ll swim and maybe rent a boat.”
“I never learned how to swim.”
“What?” I stopped myself from sounding as if that was so unbelievable. “I mean …no prob, I’ll teach you.”
