Savage SEAL’s Virgin

Troy

Troy

I had decided to drive to Portland, instead of flying. I wanted to have my Jeep, so my new Sub and I could do a little backcountry traveling. With camping gear ready to go, I was planning on having some fun in the deep woods. I’d always been more at home in the outdoors. My parents called me Tarzan because of it. My brief visit with them—I’d only spent two nights—wasn’t enough to make them happy. And they never understood my vacationing in Portland. I told them I liked the forests of Oregon.

It wasn’t a complete lie. I like the forests too.

My drive was supposed to take around ten hours, but due to some gnarly thunderstorms, I was three hours behind schedule. I had to head straight into the club, borrowing a tuxedo from the rentals they had available. The Dungeon of Decorum had a strict dress code, which I found kind of funny, as they also allow various states of undress by the subs and prevalent s****l behavior, rendering body parts exposed.

The auction had already begun as I entered the bidding room. A bevy of beauties were walking in a figure-eight pattern on the stage floor below us. The women were paraded around different areas to allow us to see portions of them at different heights, and allowing us to eventually see all of them. With them on the lowest stage, we could see their posture, the tops of their heads, how narrow or wide their shoulders were, and their gait. Not that any of that s**t mattered to me. But it was what the men who founded the b**m club came up with, so it had remained the same throughout the years.

Slipping into the dimly-lit room, I found it was nearly full. One of the owners caught my eye and I took a seat next to him. “Finally going to grab you up a Sub for the summer, Grant?”

“Me?” He looked at me with a grin on his face. “Not me. I’m here to catch a glimpse of the virgin all the men are talking about.”

“A b**m virgin?”

He nodded. “But also an intact virgin. She hasn’t even had an o****m 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 s****l 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 a***e 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!