Page 8 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
She looked like a kid in a candy store as her head moved back and forth. “I like the lights and the inviting fountain of that one. Do you like it?” She looked at me with a wide smile.
“I love it.” Turning in, I drove up and stopped the car as the valet came out.
He opened her door for her as I got out and came around. “Are your bags in the trunk, sir?”
“They are.” I scooped Blyss up, dropping my arm around her shoulders.
A porter hurried to get my things out of the trunk as we headed inside. The lobby was lavishly furnished and Blyss seemed to be in awe of everything. “This is the nicest place I’ve ever been in.”
“So far,” I said, then kissed the side of her head.
Going to the reception desk, I found a nice-looking older woman smiling at us. “Welcome. How long will you two be staying with us?”
“One night. And I need two rooms. Next to each other is preferable.” I had to let Blyss go so I could pull out my wallet. “Is there any restaurant in the hotel that you recommend for a late dinner?”
“That one right through those doors.” She took my credit card. “Mr. Masterson.” She looked around me at the one bag that was brought in. “And we have a few shops that are open twenty-four hours, for our guest’s convenience.”
“Good to know.” I signed the receipt, then took the keycards to our rooms.
“The rooms are right next to each other on the third floor,” the receptionist told me. “Your bag will be taken up right away.”
“Thank you.” I put my arm back around Blyss and headed to the restaurant. I was starving and knew she had to be as well. A little dinner, some more conversation, then bed. Tomorrow, we’d head out to start camping and working on bringing Blyss into my world, a place she might never want to leave.
Blyss
“Pizza and salad, mostly,” was my reply to Troy when he asked me what I ate most of the time. I had difficulty picking out something from the menu of the hotel restaurant he chose.
“I’ll order for both of us. Don’t worry, I won’t make it anything too weird.” He gave me a smile, and I put the menu away as he looked at our waiter. “Two steaks, medium rare, baked potatoes, broccoli, and your best Merlot.”
“I will get that ordered for you and Svetlana will bring your appetizers shortly.” The waiter left us, and I was left wondering how an entire glass of wine would affect me.
“I’ve never had any alcohol. Well, that’s not entirely true. I’ve had one medium-sized sip of red wine. Nothing more than that.”
The way his hand moved over mine was comforting, as was the soft gaze he gave me. “You have nothing to worry about. There’s not a lot of alcohol in wine and you won’t be drinking that much. It’s time for you to venture into the world of adulthood.”
“Thank you, Troy. I was afraid whoever won me would laugh at all I haven’t done.”
“You’re welcome, and go easy on the part about how I won you. We don’t want to give anyone a reason to put their two-cents into our business.”
I nodded, knowing he was right. I mentioned BDSM to one of the girls I had classes with and boy did she have a lot to say about it. None of it good. So far, I didn’t have enough evidence, either way, to argue points with her. Not that I was into arguing. The meal was served and finished before I knew it and the wine tasted grapey. It was enjoyable and didn’t seem to have much of an effect on me. Internally, I bandied about telling Troy how I’d been addicted to all sorts of things when I was born, alcohol being one of them. In the end, I decided not to worry about it.
Hanging out with him brought out more in me than hanging out with anyone else ever had. He was cool, kind of classy, and the way he took charge was sexy. I could see myself having no qualms about doing anything he asked or told me to do. After dinner, we went up to our rooms. His hand held mine the whole way, and then we were at our doors. He looked at me for what seemed like an eternity before asking, “Wanna come into my room for a little while?”
My heart raced, my body flushed, and I stammered, “Huh? I mean, yes.”
He opened the door and led me into the room. There was a little sitting area with a television. I was surprised to see no bed. “Are you going to have to sleep on that little sofa? Is that how my room is too?”
With a chuckle, he led me to one of the doors that were at the back of that room. When he pushed it open, I saw what I suspected was a king-sized bed. I’d never seen anything so big before. “Wow, that’s big. A whole family could sleep on that thing.”
He sighed. “For tonight, it’ll just be me. Yours is that big too. Don’t get lost in it.”
Pulling me with him, he sat on the edge of the bed, then pulled me onto his lap. His large hands caressed my face. I had no idea what to do with my hands and he noticed that. He took them and placed them around his neck. I was glad to see he’d help me and not make fun of me for not knowing how to do these simple little things.
“You’re so handsome. Um, since we’re in private, am I supposed to call you, master?”
He stared at me for a moment. “What do you want to call me?”
“Whatever you want me to.”
