Savage SEAL’s Virgin

Blyss

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?”

“No.” I couldn’t believe this god of a man was nervous, and it ignited something in me. “I’ll call you master if you want me to. So now what do we do?”

“I’m going to take you out and show you off. You’re the most exquisite Sub I’ve ever had. We’ll go through the main area, then we will go into a private room where I’ll show you some of the tools of the trade.”

“Okay, then. I’m ready when you are.” I dropped my head the way I thought would be appropriate and felt his hand touch my chin.

He drew it back up. “I’m going to do things differently with you, Blyss. Hold your head up high. I don’t think you need to be broken. You don’t seem to have anything that needs correcting, in my opinion. You only need to be taught.”

“Thank you, master.” I was happy to hear he thought a lot about me already.

“You will walk just a step behind me.” He turned away from me and led me out of the room I’d been waiting in for him.

It was an odd feeling, being led on a leash like an animal. No one was around us at that time to look at me, but I felt the slightest bit of shame. I was a smart and accomplished woman, who was nearly at the end of her education and on the verge of becoming a psychologist. I was all these things and now I belonged to a man. I was a submissive woman and I was on a leash.

I could hear the sounds of people talking and glasses clinking and it frightened me. Was I about to be put on display again? I hadn’t liked that feeling at all. I’d dealt with it. I hadn’t let it take me over, but I didn’t like it. That was the one thing I wasn’t going to do again, especially seeing how the other women had to be treated in ways I wasn’t. If I sought another Dom, if this man didn’t wish to keep me after the three-month contract was up, then I might find one without being put up for auction.

I was fairly certain, at that point, that I would seek to stay some Dom’s sub. The truth was that belonging to someone had already made a pleasant feeling pulse within me.

My owner stopped and turned to me. “I want you to know that I’m extremely proud to have you, Blyss. Hold your head high and be proud to be mine. You’ll be rewarded for your efforts.”

“I’m proud to belong to you, master.” It wasn’t a lie. I was elated to find the man to be so appealing to me. Not only physically, but I admired the way he talked to me too.

He nodded, then opened the door and walked into the crowded room. I was astonished by the odd-looking people who had converged there. Many men were there, clad in black tuxedos much like the one my owner wore. And the women wore skimpy little leather straps that barely covered anything. I saw a few of the women I’d been in the auction with. A couple of them wore blue dresses, telling people they were b**m virgins. The other actual virgin, Caity, was there with her Dom. She looked pale and visibly ill.

She and I had talked a little while we were put on display. She needed money very badly. Her home had burned down to the ground and she didn’t have any insurance. She’d inherited a small, wood-frame home from her grandmother. It was all she had.

I felt sorry for her as she saw this as the only opportunity she had to get back on her feet—feet she’d never really been on. The fact was, she liked women, not men. I’d asked her if she’d thought about putting herself in the lesbian auction, but she thought men would pay more for her than women since she couldn’t call herself a virgin in that respect.

The man who’d won her was good looking and any woman would love to have him between their legs. But Caity didn’t want a man. It was sad that she thought she only had that way to make money. After my initial experience, I’d most likely write about other subs. Delving into the psyche of others was what I did, after all. And I was searching the faces of those we walked past, wishing I was a mind reader. Some of the women were in their element, their faces seductive and sultry. Others looked frightened and embarrassed. I figured I looked somewhat aloof, as I often did according to the people I knew at school.

My master stopped as a man with salt and pepper hair acknowledged him. “Might I kiss the hand of the fairest Sub I’ve ever seen?”

My master turned to me. “Extend your hand, Sub. Allow one of the club’s founders to meet you.”

It struck me odd that a founder of the club would call me the fairest Sub he’d ever seen. After all, he’d seen many of them. I extended my hand and he took it in his. His lips pressed against the top of my hand as he looked into my eyes. His eyes were a deep blue and there was a fair amount of sorrow in them.

I gave the man a smile and he returned one to me. “You are a true beauty, Miss Danner. You’re in good hands with this man. I look forward to seeing you at the end of your contract. You’re pure as snow right now, but you won’t be when we next meet. I think I’ll find it interesting to see if you blossom or wilt as you discover our world.”

“I like the way your mind works, sir. I’d love the chance to discuss what I’ve learned and how I feel about this world once my contract is over.” I bowed, as I felt it was the thing to do.

The man sighed and let my hand go. “Treat her right, Mr. M. She is precious.”

“I’m well aware of that. Thank you.” My owner gave me a brief smile, then led me on.

In all my twenty-two years, I’d never been looked at so much. And most of the people in that room looked at me with awed expressions, especially the men who looked at me. More than a few women turned down their noses at me.

It was obvious to me they thought I was a liar. Never having m*********d was something I couldn’t prove. Even some of the women I was in the auction with had made comments about that.

There wasn’t a thing I could do about what anyone thought. I didn’t waste any time on trying to get any of them to believe me. What did it matter in the scheme of things anyway? When the crowd began to thin, I found a black door that my owner was heading to. The door to the private rooms, I guessed. The strangest combination of hot and cold ran through me as we came to the door.

Was he going to just go for it, tie me up, and begin hitting me with things? Was he going to take my virginity with great speed and get that out of the way? What was he going to do to me? He opened the door and led me into a long, dark hallway. It was only lit by red and green lights that were up high. The walls were black and it was other-worldly in the corridor. I heard noises that definitely reminded me of what one might hear if they found themselves in a dungeon.

“This place is aptly named,” I commented.

I got no response from the man who led me to a door with a green light above it. He opened it and a dim yellow light highlighted a few ghastly sights the room held.

He took me inside, closing and locking the door behind us. “Your first thoughts, Blyss?”

“The room inspires fear. Is that one of the basic emotions b**m is based on?” I looked him in the eyes and saw his sparkle.

“Yes. In life, there are many things people fear. Some have valid reasons, like rattlesnakes, blazing infernos, and things that can actually kill you.”

I gestured to the shackles that hung on the wall. “If a body is secured, unable to retreat, and physical harm is inflicted, one can die.”

“That’s true. The truth is, there are things in this room that can cause serious injury and even death. Even if I allowed you to fight me, I could easily string you up and beat you until you’re dead. As my sub, the first thing we have to establish is trust. You should never allow anyone to bind you in any way if you don’t have complete trust in them.”

With a nod, I said, “That said, master, I haven’t known you long enough to form an opinion about how trustworthy you are. While you seem like a man people trust, I don’t know that for sure. Will you be attempting to tie me up tonight?”

He pulled my leash, making my face come close to his. “And if I did, what would you do about it?”

I had to think about that one. What would I do?

My eyes wandered around the room and I found one of the several cameras that were there. “I’d look into one of the cameras and ask for security to be sent in.”

“You could do that.” His lips grazed my cheek, then trailed over my neck before they landed on the shell of my ear. His breath was warm and my knees went weak. Luckily for me, his arms moved to enclose me in them, holding me up. “Or you could judge me based on what your body and brain tell you. Do I give you a sense of dread, Blyss?”

“No, sir.” I wasn’t feeling dread at all.

His body went flush with mine and I could feel his c**k becoming erect as it pushed against my mound. “Do I give you a sense of adventure?”

“Yes,” came my breathless reply.

He kissed his way down my neck, then turned me in his arms and faced me to the wall. “Put your hands on the wall.”

I did as he’d said and found him moving his hands over my shoulders, then down my body. He left streams of heat on my skin as he made his way over every part of me with a gentle touch.

“Can you tell me why you held onto your virginity, only to give it to a stranger?”

“I didn’t plan it, exactly. It just so happened that no man ever wanted it.”

His arms ran around my waist and he pulled me back to him. I sank into his body as he breathed into my ear, “That’s impossible to believe. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“I guess you’re the only one who thinks that, master.”

I stopped breathing as one of his hands moved down my stomach, resting on my p***y. “I’m not the only one, I assure you. But I am the only man who will be touching you, holding you, and treasuring you and what you’re giving me. I don’t take lightly the gift that is you.”

“The way you speak is intoxicating. Not that I’ve ever been intoxicated, but this must be how it feels. My head is light, my body feels like electricity is moving through it, and I’d do anything you want.”

“You’ve formed that trust in me that I was talking about. See, it’s easy, isn’t it?”

“With you, it is,” I agreed. “Do you want to tie me up, master? I’m ready to do anything you want.”

The growl that came from deep inside of him made his entire body rumble. “That’s good to hear. I won’t be doing anything like that to you yet.” He turned me in his arms and rested his forehead against mine. “Tonight, we’ll get to know one another. I want this to be special for you.”

“That’s sweet of you. You’re quite the opposite from how you look.”

“Like how?”

“You’re big and all muscles.” I ran both hands over his bulging biceps. “Kind of beastly, you know. But inside you seem to have a softness that’s rare, I bet.”

“I can be brutal too, Blyss. You’ll find that out later. Much later, after I’ve gained all of your trust. You think you have trust in me now, but it’s not anywhere deep enough for what I have planned for you. For that, you’ll have to trust me with your life, something you can’t possibly do yet.”

The way he held me had me wanting to undress and get right to it. Our bodies were hot and I was about to break into a sweat. I envisioned us together on a bed, sliding together as we coupled like a couple of squids, all slippery and entangled.

His hand moved to the back of my neck, cupping the base of my skull in his large hand. “I’m going to kiss you now. I want you to tell me the truth. Always tell me the truth about things, even if you’re embarrassed by it.”

“Okay.”

“Have you ever been kissed?” His eyes searched mine for the truth.

“Never.” I felt my lips pulsing as I got ready for my first kiss.

“Never,” he exhaled the word. “How fortunate for me. I get to give you your first kiss.”

My fingers curled around his arms as he moved closer to my mouth. I parted them only a bit, and when his touched mine, I went wet. His tongue barely touched my lips, then he eased it through them. He tasted like cinnamon and I wondered if I tasted good or terrible to him. When he moaned and pressed his mouth harder against mine, I knew he liked what he tasted. His tongue stroked mine as mine laid limply in my mouth. He coaxed it to move with his, and I did what he wanted, loving how it felt.

Why touching lips and tongues felt so good made no sense. Food had moved over my tongue before. I’d licked lollipops and ice cream cones, but nothing had ever made that sensation inside of my mouth before. I was flying, without wings, without drugs, without alcohol. The man who’d bought me was taking me on a ride I’d remember for the rest of my life. And it was only our first kiss.