Page 7 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
“I also don’t know how to ride a bike. I’ve never been to the movie theater. I’ve never been to the zoo or the beach. I’ve been on a bus that went past the beach once, but I’ve never felt the sand between my toes.”
I gulped, as she seemed like she must’ve lived in a plastic bubble. “Where did you grow up, Blyss?”
“I was born in Texas. I wasn’t there long. I was moved to New York. They had better places for me there. I didn’t go to school in New York. I was sent to Michigan to live in an orphanage and went to school until the third grade. Then I was moved again. This time, I was sent to Colorado. There was a new program where the orphanage taught kids. Homeschool is what it was called. I stayed there and did that with a group of about eighteen kids. But when I was to go to high school, I was moved again.”
“Jesus, Blyss!” I felt terrible for her and had to try hard not to make her feel bad by pitying her. I knew people hated being pitied.
She looked out the window, and I reached over, taking her hand to give her some comfort. She looked at it, then me as a weak smile took over her sweet lips. “I know my childhood is daunting, to say the least. You’ll be happy to know I went to all four years of high school in the same place—West Virginia, a school for highly intelligent teens. And from there, I was accepted into Stanford, and I’ve been in California for the last five years. That is where I finally interacted with people and found my voice.”
“Glad you found yourself.” I squeezed her hand lightly.
“Only a small fraction of myself, Troy. I came here to find more. I want to make myself into something more while I do research on this lifestyle. I’m going to do my thesis on BDSM.”
I let out a loud guffaw, then hated that I’d done that. “Sorry. You’re serious, huh?”
“I am.” She nodded. “I’m going to be a psychologist. I think making a thesis on that subject might even get me published before I begin my practice.”
“Intelligent and gorgeous. Man, I lucked out.” I pulled her hand up and kissed it. “I can’t wait to get to know all about you.”
“I’ve talked too much already. Tell me about yourself, please.”
Talking about myself wasn’t my usual practice when I took on a sub. But Blyss was different and I wanted to give her more than I’d ever given anyone else. I felt like she needed more from me. She seemed to be missing that human connection and needed so much more than most.
“I graduated from a high school in Napa Valley. That’s where I was born and raised. My family still lives there. Technically, so do I. I mean, my bedroom suite is still filled with my things. I also live on the Naval Base in San Diego. I’m a master drill sergeant and a career Navy man. And I’m on a special team.”
“A special team?” She looked intrigued.
“I’m sure you’ve heard of SEAL teams.”
“A little. I’m not into military knowledge. But I’ve seen stuff on the news about that. You live a dangerous life, then, don’t you?”
“Sometimes things can get pretty hairy.”
“Have you ever been close to meeting your end?” Her eyes were wide as she stared at me as if she was looking at a ghost.
“More than once. I think that’s why I like to practice BDSM. I want to know all I can about the human body and mind.”
“That’s interesting, Troy. I’m excellent with research. If you want anything looked up, I’m your girl.”
I kissed her hand again as I winked at her. “You are my girl, Blyss. Mind, body, and soul, for three months, anyway.”
I felt a shiver run through her, then she looked away again. “I’ve never belonged to anyone, Troy.” Her eyes cut back to me. “I like belonging to you.”
My heart stumbled, as I knew I had my work cut out for me with her. She was perfect on the outside, but on the inside, there was much that needed to be done. Kind of like a classic cherry car that’s never been wrecked and the outside is impeccable, but once you open the hood, you find mice have chewed up the wiring. The job’s a lot bigger than you thought it would be.
Lucky for my girl, I was a man who looked at what others would deem insurmountable and figured out how to overcome it. “There’s no other who is more suited to care for you, Blyss. I’ll help you find yourself. I’m great at it.”
“Good. I’d like to be a lot more rounded before I start seeing patients.”
“So one day you’ll be Doctor Blyss Danner?”
“In a few more years, if everything goes as planned, yes, I’ll be a doctor.”
I took the exit to downtown. There were brightly illuminated buildings that lit up the night. I watched her eyes go wide with excitement. “Pick out the hotel you’d like to stay at tonight.”
“Me?”
“You.”
