Page 11 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
When I picked it up, I chuckled. Blyss had written me a letter. I leaned on the door as I read the words she’d written, thinking before I read them that she’d be telling me how special the night before was.
Troy,
I’m glad you won me. I think you’ll teach me a lot about life in general and BDSM thoroughly. I’m not made out of porcelain like some doll you have to be careful with. I feel as if you think I’m breakable. I am not.
There are things about me that you might think make we weak or fragile. For instance, I was left at a fire station when I was a tiny baby. I was naked, left in a box, and a storm was raging. It wasn’t known how long I’d been left outside and all thought it was a miracle that I survived.
That’s pretty bad for a baby to go through, but I had even more going against me. I was born addicted to all kinds of things. Heroine was the worst of them. Alcohol was also on that list. That was the main reason I never consumed any alcohol before the wine I had last night. I’ll never use drugs, and I’ll only consume alcohol in small amounts. I do have to be careful with that.
I wanted you to know that about me. I also think you should know that I’ve had trouble forming relationships. I’ve never bonded to anyone in my life. With that said, I hope you won’t be offended if I don’t connect with you in a normal way. I don’t know how to do that, and I don’t want you to think there’s anything wrong with you. It’s me, not you.
Being more than a bit disjointed is normal to me. I don’t expect to ever love. If a person hasn’t experienced such an emotion in the first ten years of their life, loving someone is hard to do after that point. I don’t think you’ll fall in love with me. No one ever has before. But I wanted you to be aware of my shortcomings.
With all that out in the open, I want you to know that I’m going to put my whole self into this thing. My mind, body, and I’ll attempt to get my soul invested as well. The truth is, my soul has never been something I’ve ever been conscious of. So we’ll see if I can manage that or not.
While I have your attention, I want to say the things you did to me felt better than I expected them to and I can’t wait to feel more. I’m sure you can give me the experience I want and am happy about the chemistry we seem to have.
Looking forward to a great Dom/Sub relationship,
Blyss
As I held that letter in my hand, it began to shake. My heart pounded and my eyes clouded with tears. The poor young woman had a lot behind that perfect shell she was in. I’d been right to assume there was more going on inside of her than most.
She touted that she wasn’t breakable, but I knew she was absolutely breakable. And I had to admit to myself that I was afraid I’d hurt her, mentally. I made my way to the shower and found that my heart hurt so much for her. I wasn’t usually that emotional about other people. Hell, I wasn’t that emotional, period. But her letter had told me scores about the woman I’d won.
My plan would have to be made with her special weaknesses in mind. And I’d have to put my own shit aside for her. This summer wouldn’t be about me at all. It would be all about her, but I couldn’t let her know that.
My job was cut out for me, and I had to succeed in helping her learn more about life and love than I had ever imagined doing. Somehow, I had to get her to open herself up to love, but just not fall in love with me.
That was going to be a chore!
Blyss
Troy had khaki shorts and a white T-shirt with a pair of sneakers sent to my hotel room for me to dress in. I put my hair in two braids that hung on either side of my head and left the makeup off. He did say we’d be going camping and I didn’t think makeup went into that equation.
I waited for him to come get me, watching some television as I sat on the sofa and sipped on a bottle of water. My hunger was more prevalent than I’d ever experienced. I guessed it was from the sexual activity of the night before. A craving for pancakes filled me, and I was happy when a knock came at the door.
Bouncing my way to it, I was excited to go eat, see Troy again, and get our day rolling. I opened the door open, saw his freshly shaven face, and had to smile. “Hi.”
He stepped inside and let the door close behind him as he pulled me into his arms. “Damn, baby. You look even better without makeup.” He kissed me with what started out as a sweet kiss, with only a touch of tongue. I wrapped my arms around him and found myself no longer hungry for pancakes.I wanted him!
We turned and he pushed me up against the door. I picked my legs up and wrapped them around him. A moan began deep in my throat when his bulge pressed against my mound that was beginning to pulse with the same need it had the night before. All I wanted was for him to give me another orgasm.And right then!
Instead, he eased the kiss. Our breathing was hard and raspy as he leaned his forehead against mine. “Damn, baby. Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I echoed him.
He pushed my legs back down and pecked me on the cheek. “Let’s go eat. We have shopping to do, plus we need to get food and other things for camping. There’s a lot to get done today. Go grab your purse and let’s get going.”
I went to the bedroom and got my purse. I’d been sure to take my birth control pill that morning and ensure I had three packets for the summer months. I double checked the room and bathroom, leaving nothing behind, and returned to find Troy standing by the large window. The light made him glow and I found my heart skipping a beat. We were in perfect harmony, as our clothes matched—white T-shirts and similar khakis—except for his hiking boots. Somehow he made all that look hot as sin.
“I’m ready.”
He turned to look at me and the smile he wore made my stomach tense. Taking my hand, he led me out of the room to start our day. As we stood in the empty elevator, he ran his arm around my shoulders and kissed the side of my head. “Thanks for the letter, Blyss. I’m glad you told me those things.”
Embarrassment tingled inside of me like it always did when I let anyone know my humble beginnings. “I hope you understand me a little better now. I know I’m an odd duck.”
“You’re great,” he said, then tugged my chin up to look at him. “I want that to be the first thing you let go. You are not odd. You’re Blyss, and she’s a cool chick.”
