Page 3 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
He nodded. “But also an intact virgin. She hasn’t even had an orgasm before, from what her report says. And she’s absolutely gorgeous.”
I keened my head a bit to find the woman. “She’ll be in white, right?”
“There are two of them down there. One is blonde. That’s her, Blyss Danner. The other is a brunette—Caity Cavanaugh. The brunette is a virgin, but she’s had a lot of oral sexual experience with women. Blyss is untouched in any way. She claims to have never masturbated.”
“How can anyone know if that’s true or not?” I had to stand up to find the elusive woman who moved around with the others in a way that left her looking ghostly.
“I suppose one can’t be certain. That is what she put on her information sheet, though. And to add to the glory that is Miss Danner, she also refused to mark even one thing on the list as a hard limit. She’s up for anything and everything.”
“And who trained her?” I caught a glimpse of her and found her hair was long and braided in one long, ropey length that hung down her back. The light caught the strands of pure gold that ran through her light blonde hair, making it sparkle and shine, captivating me.
“She hasn’t been trained. That’ll be left up to her Dom. She’s a blank slate. And the men are salivating over her like wolves who are starving to taste the little lamb.” Grant licked his lips as he looked around the room of men who belonged to his club. “I expect to see a stellar auction tonight.”
The news about the pure woman had my blood beginning to heat up. She would be perfect for what I wanted. A fresh body to work with. I was hooked already. “Looks like I should elbow my way to the front so I can get a better look at the woman who will soon be mine.”
Grant laughed as I got up to ease my way through the men. There were over fifty bidders and only twenty women to win. I saw a few faces in the crowd and knew I’d be up against some high bidders, as they were as wealthy as I was. But one of the men was married and he had a limit, I was sure. He always hid his purchases. His wife would miss an obscene amount of money. I was sure of that.
By the hushed words I was hearing, around thirty members were hot for my girl. The rest didn’t think they had the time or desire to train a Sub from the ground up. I was in for a fight, but I was ready for it. The night went on and I watched men who were in competition with me give up and bid on other women, winning them and leaving our midst. The ladies were finally brought up to the stage that was right in front of us, and I got a real view of my would-be princess.
I sat behind a two-way mirror, knowing she couldn’t see me. But she looked directly at me for a few moments. I could see into her baby blue eyes. The innocence that resided in them stirred my soul. The young woman was gorgeous. Her skin was creamy and her golden hair accented it perfectly. Pink, plump lips that had never been kissed, I supposed, had mine tingling with desire.
The trainer made her move and I watched her luscious body as it moved underneath the gossamer fabric of the flowing white dress. She looked like an angel—one who wanted to visit the dark world I was a part of. I had to wonder why she’d want such a thing. Did she have no idea of the caliber of men who made this world their domain? With no hard limits, was she aware of the things that could happen to her at the hands of the man who would win her?
She was innocent, that was certain, and she needed a Dom who would do right by her. Not use or abuse her, but care for her like the angel she was.
I had to have her.
The night moved on more slowly than usual. It came down to four of us who were left, and Miss Danner was the only woman to be bid on. The others had been won. Isabel had taken her away as we made our bids and I prayed mine was the highest. Our envelopes were in the hands of the man who’d be telling us who won. His eyes roamed over us all, then stopped on one man in particular—John G., the married man who was looking for a Sub to hide from his wife for a few months.
My heart stopped as his name was said and the rest of us groaned with our loss. My head dropped like an anvil and felt just as heavy. I’d lost her. And what was worse, I’d lost her to a man I knew wouldn’t even appreciate what he had in her. The sound of a cell phone had me looking up and I watched the man who had won my girl answer the call. He stammered and his face flushed. It was his wife, and she was on to him.
We all sat and watched the man as his life was ransacked by his behavior and his wife’s revenge was on the verge of ruining him. He ended the call, telling her that he’d see her soon and that he had to deal with something first. “I can’t take her. Take my bid out.” He got up and left us as elation spread through me.
I still had a chance!
The envelopes were picked back up, and the next highest bid was picked out. My eyes were looked into the reader’s as my name was said.
I’d won her!
Blyss
Isabel showed me how to kneel correctly as I waited for my owner to come and take me away with him. I wasn’t to look up until he directed me to. My stomach was a mess. It felt as if a thousand butterflies were in a tornado and a fist was clenching my gut at the same time. If I made it through everything without throwing up, I’d count it as a win.
“I’ll take her from here. Thank you, Isabel.”
My heart skipped a beat at the sound of his deep, velvety voice. I could tell he was tall before I even looked at him, and I was sure he was handsome. His voice told me that. But I was still a bit worried about what I would find when I got to see him. It had occurred to me that a man I didn’t find attractive might win me. But I was willing to accept that. I was willing to accept whatever was thrown at me.
A strong hand touched my shoulder, sending chills through me. “You can stand up, Blyss.” He took my hand and helped me up. Then a silver collar clamped around my neck and a white leash snapped to it. I gulped at how permanent it felt. Shock went through me, as I had no idea that would be happening. My eyes traveled from his shiny, black dress shoes, up his long, lean legs, to his wide chest, and then stopped on his extremely handsome face. “Hi.”
His lips curved into a smile. “Hi.”
His eyes were green mixed with brown—a hazel color I found comforting. He was about 6’3” and his dark blonde hair was short, cut in a military-looking style. Although he had on a tux, I could tell that he had a muscular build. “What should I call you?”
“Master?”
“You sounded like you asked me that.”
He licked his lips as he looked at mine. “I might’ve asked. To be honest with you, you’re the first woman who has ever made me nervous. Has anyone ever told you that?”
