Page 16 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
He shook his head. “The thought has never entered my mind. Not until just now with you. You’re the psychologist. Why do you think that is?”
“I’m not one yet,” I reminded him. “And I think we’ll have to get to know one another a lot better before I have an idea of why you’d want that. My first thought is that I’m a person without any connections in this world and you’re picking up on that. You might be overly empathetic and want to connect more with me than you did with others, only because you feel that’s what I need.”
“Hmm.” He laid back and closed his eyes as if he was thinking.
But he wasn’t thinking. He was falling asleep. I suppose the whole sex thing had worn him out. It had worn me out, too, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep right alongside him. When the sun woke us up the next morning, I found him wrapped around me from behind. His cock was erect again and he was snoring.Dead asleep and he was all ready to go again.
I grinned as I watched the sun get higher into the sky as he held me. It was a pleasant way to wake up, I decided. A stiffy in the middle of my back wasn’t something I ever thought would be endearing to wake up to, but I was wrong. It was quite endearing.
When his warm lips pressed against the back of my neck, I ran my hand over his as he moved one of them up to cup a breast. “Oh, yeah,” he whispered. “I think I want a tit for breakfast.” The smell of sex mixed with fresh air was a little erotic to me. I giggled as he turned me over and I saw his sleepy eyes looking at me. “Hi.”
He kissed my forehead. “Hi. Mind if I break off a chunk of that hot ass before we get up?”
“I am yours. Break off anything you want.”
The look on his face was priceless. Lust took him over and I was kissed all over before he very gently took me again. There was a lot of stiffness and a bit of pain, but the way he handled me took all that away with ease. Later, we bathed in the lake, washing each other’s hair, and I felt as if we were a couple who’d been lost on a tropical island in the middle of the ocean. It was only he and I, and we were happy with that.
For the next three weeks, we didn’t fuck one time. He made love to me, though. So many times, I lost count. We did it under trees, in the lake, in our tent, and even once on the hood of the Jeep. I could see it settling in his eyes and his body. He was falling for me.
I wish I could’ve felt the same way. Instead, I was feeling very little other than love for the amazing way he made me feel. Every touch sent sparks through me. When he put his cock into me, it was like I’d been hooked up to a battery charger. He made every time something I’d never forget. But I wasn’t falling in love, and it seemed he was.
There was more wrong with me than I’d ever realized. I had a sexy man who looked at me with loving eyes and treated my body like it was a gift to him. He spoke kindly to me, while also chilling me to the bone with confessions of feeling more when we connected than he had with anyone else. But I was more than a little broken. I had genes and DNA running through me that no one knew about or understood completely. With no family history, I had no idea of what might pop up in me.
That was the reason I stayed so closed off. I even did that to myself, afraid to love the woman I had no idea about. Could there be mental illness in my gene pool that might crop up one day and destroy my brain, take over my body, and send my soul so deep inside of me that no one could ever bring it out again?
I had to protect myself from what might happen to me one day, and Troy was supposed to be a man for the summer and nothing more than that. I didn’t want to turn into my usual self with him. Not at this time. I wanted to explore things I’d never allowed myself to before. I never thought I’d hook any man, much less a Dom.
We sat by the fire one night, roasting marshmallows and sharing them with each other. He ate mine off my stick, and I ate his. It was all very sweet. The night sky was filled with so many stars, it boggled my mind. I rested my head on his shoulder as we laid on the ground, looking up.
“I’ve never seen so many stars. It’s beautiful out here.”
He sighed and turned his head to look at me. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life as the woman lying here with me. Do you believe that love can happen so quickly?”
“This is lust, Troy. Let’s not get it confused with anything more than that.”
He sat up, looking at me with a frown. “I’m not going to let you do that, Blyss. I know what lust is. Hell, that’s all I’ve ever felt.” He touched his chest then mine. “What we have isn’t lust, baby. This is much more than that. I know you’re an innocent young woman, but this is bigger than either of us ever planned.”
I sat up too, ready to say something I’d been holding in. “While we’re talking, instead of fucking, like we’re usually doing …”
“Don’t call it that. I hate when you do that.” He gave me a stern look as he shook his head.
“Okay, I won’t. Anyway, I wanted to learn about BDSM with a real Dom. And I have myself a real Dom with lots of experience, and I haven’t gotten more than a few spankings, at my asking. When will the BDSM stuff come into play? When are we going to leave the woods, go to the club, and get down to business?”
“You want me to take you away from this Nirvana we’ve managed to find, go back to the club, and teach you all about that life?” he asked me, as if I hadn’t been crystal clear about it.
“Yes, that’s what I want. I want you to rule me, take me over, and make me over.”
“You’ve been made over, Blyss. I haven’t said the words because I can see your fear at times when we’re making love. But I’m going to say them now. I love you, Blyss Danner. I do. And I don’t want to rule you. You have been made over, only you can’t see it for some reason.”
“I want more. I signed up for more. Teach me about being a Sub. That was what you were supposed to be doing with me.”
His eyes narrowed as he snarled, “I tell you that I love you and you don’t have anything to say to that? Not even a thank you, which would be terrible, but better than nothing at all?”
“What do you want me to say? Do you want me to lie and tell you something I don’t feel?”
“You do feel it. At times, it’s in your eyes and your body conveys it to me. Admit it. It’ll make you feel better. And if you want to do a little BDSM stuff, I’ll go along with that. But I won’t do it until you face your feelings for me. Because honesty is the number one thing about BDSM. Without honesty, people can get hurt.”
“If I want to get to know what that’s like, I have to tell you that I love you?” I got up and walked toward the water to wet my feet, as I was growing hot from the way we were talking. It was too much like an argument and I’d never gotten into one of those before.
His hands suddenly gripped my shoulders. “Don’t walk away from me just because you’re trying to get away from a conversation you feel uncomfortable with. I don’t want you to tell me that you love me unless you feel it in your heart. So, do you feel it?”
“I do feel uncomfortable with this conversation. I feel as if we’re arguing.”
“Because we are,” he said, then let me go. “Blyss, have you never had an argument with anyone before?” I shook my head, and he turned around and went back to sit by the fire. “You’re not ready for what BDSM is. You most likely never will be. If you’re uncomfortable with this, then you’ll hate what the other is. Degradation, humiliation, and insecurity are far worse than a tiny argument about being in love. And the fact is, I love you too much to put you through something that might shatter your delicate psyche.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed, “I’m the damn psychologist, not you. I’ll decide what will and won’t break me. I think it’s odd the first argument I’ve ever had is with my Dom about finally bringing BDSM into our lives. I suppose I’ll have to put myself right back up for auction when our contract is up if I want to get the experience I came for.”
“Like hell, you will,” he shouted. “I own your ass, remember? Now, come over here, sit next to your Dom, and let him tell you how much he loves you. Then he’ll show you what you mean to him. And not another word about putting yourself back up for auction. You never know, I may extend our contract.”
All I could do was stare at the man who had me over a barrel.Did he honestly think he could make me fall in love with him?
