Page 26 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
“Mr. J, I thought you liked me,” Blyss stammered.
“I do. That’s precisely why I think that ugly little trait should be taken care of. It’s just sex, Miss Danner. Nothing more than body parts. Your heart doesn’t get into it. So what does it matter if another woman wants to feel your Dom’s power?”
Blyss was blindsided by Grant. “This man is more than just my Dom. He is my love. Once you find love, Mr. J, your opinion might very well change.”
The Sub from the stage came to me even though I shook my head at her. She ran one finger along my shoulder. “I’m Daphne.”
I wasn’t able to hold onto Blyss as she got up and stood toe to toe with the woman who seemed set on trying to get a piece of me. Blyss put her hands on the woman’s shoulders. “He’s mine. You will back off now!”
The woman stopped looking at me to look at Blyss. “You are his, not the other way around, Sub. And if he’d like a taste of me, he can have it. I don’t belong to anyone.” She looked at me again. “So, would you like a taste?”
The sound of flesh smacking flash was all I heard as Blyss slapped the shit out of her and shouted, “You fucking bitch!”
The cat fight was on and Grant and I had to scramble to pull the two apart. “I’ll take care of her,” Grant called out as he dragged the over-sexed woman away from us.
“See that you do, or I will!” Blyss shouted.
A crowd had gathered around us, and I was suddenly feeling very ashamed of what had happened. I took Blyss by the hand and led her away. “Come on, Blyss. This has gotten out of hand.”
Her leash was hanging from her collar as I walked her through the crowd. One of the men stopped me as he put his hand on my chest. “Take her by the leash, man.”
Shaking my head to clear it, I grabbed her leash and tugged her along. She wobbled on her high heels and nearly fell to the floor. I managed to yank the leash to stop her, but it hurt the back of her neck, as the collar was pulled tight against it. Tears sprang up as I looked at her. “Are you okay?”
She nodded and dropped her head. Shame radiated off her as I led her to the door. I stopped to open the door and another man said, “You need to train her a lot better before you bring her back.”
With a nod, I agreed with him, then opened the door and took her away. I was racked with guilt. I knew she wasn’t ready for that and I took her there anyway. Everything was my fault, but all were looking down on Blyss.
Blyss
I didn’t understand anything. Troy was taking me away from the room and everyone was looking at me like I was some kind of leper. All I had done was make sure a woman knew that Troy was mine.
What was so bad about that?
Staying quiet until we got all the back to our apartment, I opened my mouth once we were behind the closed door. “I don’t think this is quite the catastrophe everyone is making it out to be.”
“Please go sit down while I make myself a drink. We have to talk. I’ve made mistakes, too many of them, and they have to be rectified.” He walked away from me, going to the kitchen, and I found anger rising inside me.
Instead of sitting down, I went to the bedroom, where I pulled off the ridiculous heels that had almost had me on my ass. The corset was tight as hell and I took that off too. No reason to keep on the fishnet stockings, so I took them off and put on a robe. When I turned around, Troy was standing there with a tall glass in his hand, just staring at me. The corners of his lips were pulled down into a frown and I hated the way he was looking at me. Disappointment lingered in his eyes. I disappointed him and I couldn’t understand why he felt that way.
“Troy, if a man were to have done to me what that slut did to you, you’d have had them by their balls. So why is it that everyone is looking at me like I’ve committed a crime?” I went to sit on the bed, cross-legged, and waited for his answer.
“Because you are my Sub. You aren’t my equal. And if I wanted to experience another, it is my right to. It’s also my right to turn her down on my own. It’s not your right. It’s a simple premise, Blyss. I won you. You do as I say and I hadn’t said a word to you about doing anything. You overstepped your bounds and broke the rules.”
“She was being disrespectful to us both!” I threw my hands up in the air, trying to get him to see reason.
“I admit, you could look at it that way. In this place, she wasn’t being disrespectful. Anywhere else, yes, she would be out of her mind to speak to me that way or look at me the way she did. Not here, though. Here, I am a dominating man who owns the woman with me—a woman who is to stay quiet unless I tell her she can speak. And no one ever allows their subs to fight with other women.”
“Why not? Why can’t I fight for what’s mine?”
“Because I am not yours.”
“Then what was this last month about? You and I are more than Dom and Sub.”
“Not here, we aren’t. And I told you that. I told you that you needed to be a spectator and not interact. That was so you could see how people act here. This isn’t a normal place where normal things happen. This is a BDSM club, Blyss, where some are in charge and others do as they say or they’re punished. You do know I’m expected to punish you for what you’ve done. Other men will ask me what I did to correct that behavior and I will be expected to give them information.”
“I don’t see why you would be expected to tell anyone what you and I do in the privacy of our own apartment,” I huffed, exasperated by what was going on.
“So they can learn from it. That’s what we do here. We share information so others can learn from it. As Doms, we discuss things in depth to become the best we can be.”
