Savage SEAL’s Virgin A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

 

 

Michelle Love

Blyss

BDSM stands for Bondage, Discipline, Domination/Submission, Sadism/Masochism. A bunch of frightening words, that was for sure. And it just so happened that I planned to write my Master’s thesis on the taboo topic.

As a Psychology Major and a virgin, I was in for a drastic change in my sheltered world. I knew that going into my summer project. If I’d had parents to answer to, then perhaps I’d never have chosen the subject to explore thoroughly. But I didn’t have a family at all.

My story was one of those sad ones. Dropped at a fire station as a newborn, I was sent to an orphanage. I wasn’t as lucky as most babies. I was born addicted to all kinds of drugs and alcohol too. My mother must’ve had a genuine love for all things that were bad for her.

I was her complete opposite. Most likely the violent withdrawals as a tiny baby had become part of my permanent makeup and stored in my cell-memory bank. Liquor didn’t appeal to me, and I’d had not so much as an aspirin all the way up to my twenty-second year of life.

The year I decided that my life needed to be shaken up a bit. There’d been no one to shelter me, I’d done that to myself. Burying myself in books since I learned to read at the tender age of five, I found companionship in story books and knowledge in textbooks. I loved to read so much so that I hardly ever stopped reading.

As they say, too much of anything, even a good thing, is bad for you. Being more than merely an avid reader, I was an addicted reader, kept me from experiencing many things. Including friendships. I’d never made one friend in all my years of growing up.

There was no need to make friends. Books were my world, my only friends. Until I began college. The other people there weren’t about to leave me alone with my books. Finally, I learned how to let people in, while not letting them take me over. I liked it. I liked sharing words with people, listening to their ideas, their life stories, their daily dramas.

I had no dramas in my life. It was as sterile as the environment I lived in. I kept everything in perfect order. White was my favorite color, and everything I owned was that color or lack thereof. My wardrobe consisted of lab coats, which I wore on a daily basis. I had slacks that matched them, and even my undergarments were as plain as I could find.

The dark world of BDSM was ancient. The basics of the lifestyle seemed to have been bred into us all. Man ruled over his women, which became whittled down to one woman, in most societies. He used anything he had to, to keep her in line.

Brutality was necessary back in the caveman days. Males had to be brutal in their attempts to maintain their mates. Not only did they have to fight off other males who tried to rob them of their women, but they also had to fight their women on occasion.

Some females tried to run off. Others didn’t want to give up their sexual favors to the male who’d taken them from their father’s cave. Males resorted to the only thing that was hardwired into them; hold her down and do it anyway. Procreation had to occur, whether females understood that or not.

Time moved on, and we all evolved. That caveman mentality became unacceptable. And that was for the good of all. Things progressed, and polite society looked down on rough sexual activity. But some of the more naughtier individuals still played roughly behind closed doors and in dark areas where others wouldn’t see them.

It was that darkness that lured me in. I wasn’t vanilla. I was far worse than that, I was an untouched specimen. I needed an experienced Dom to take me on. My mind was set, I would hand myself over to him with no qualms.

Everything we did, how I felt about it all, and how I felt about the man who’d done those things to me were to be noted. Then I’d make charts and sub-charts about the whole thing and write my thesis once summer was over.

I could’ve researched different men. I could’ve asked around to find things out. But I wanted a clean plate when I began my research. I wanted to go into an auction and let the man find me.

The thing that made it all okay in my mind was the fact that emotions were left out of things. That was the stipulation of many Dom/sub contracts. Once it was over, the two people would walk away from one another with no hard feelings. Love wasn’t a thing that was supposed to occur.

I was happy about that. I wasn’t looking for love. I was looking for an experience that I could write about, learn from, and would make an excellent, how I lost my virginity, story.

Not many women would have the story I’d have.

Only a couple of weeks stood in my way. I’d done no research on anything that had to do with actual BDSM kinks. That way, I’d be able to accept whatever the man who bought me would want. Whatever he wanted to do to me, I wanted him to do.

I was a blank slate, and more than ready to be changed. My body had never experienced anything sexual. I’d never masturbated. No orgasm had ever filled me. I had no idea what that would feel like or if I’d even experience one. Not all women climax, from what I’d read about human sexuality.

The men I knew, jokingly called me a robot. I was fine with that. I did realize that I wasn’t normal. One doesn’t go through life, living in another world, one that’s right alongside the real one, and not see that she’s different.

The truth was, I was tired of being different. I wanted to be normal but knew I had no clue how to become that. So, I could be something else other than normal. I could be a submissive. I could belong to someone. I’d never belonged to anyone in my entire life. It was time I let that happen.

I’d do it for the summer, and if I found I liked it, then I’d sign up for another auction and another after that, and give myself to more and more Doms until the right one bought me and wanted to keep me.

No one had ever wanted to keep me. Not ever.

Putting myself up for sell was risky. But so was living my life the way I had been. I had deprived myself of so many things. All that was about to change. I was about to let loose. Let go of all the things I’d clung to so desperately.

Once upon a time, my mother put me outside of a fire station. From what I was told, I had on no clothes, nor was I wrapped in a blanket. I was placed in a box, and a storm was raging. No one was sure just how long I’d been outside. It was a miracle I hadn’t drowned or died from exposure.

In my mind, if my newborn body could handle all that, my adult body was capable of even more. I was about to test limits I knew nothing about but hoped the Dom who bought me would.

Troy

The sun was setting behind me as I drove my Jeep out of NAS Point Loma in San Diego, California. Being a career Navy man, I was currently a Master Drill Sergeant. I had the summer months free, a much needed extended- vacation was calling my name. So was the Dungeon of Decorum in Portland, Oregon.

I’d been a member of the BDSM club for the last three years. The lifestyle worked wonders for me. I could take on a sub, who I’d win in an auction, for any length of time I wanted. Being summer, I had three months off and planned to make up a contract for the entire time.

Being a Dom was something I was good at. I knew how to think about what would work for entire groups of people. My experience, working hands on with other people, had given me more knowledge than most started out with.

Not only was I acutely aware of what the human body could take and perform, I knew the inner workings of the human mind. It was far more capable of handling things most thought impossible.

As a SEAL, I’d done things and seen things others might’ve gone insane over. I was tough, built like a tank, and mentally capable of doing anything I set my mind to. And I do mean anything.

What others saw as insurmountable challenges, I saw as opportunities to push myself to the max. And I enjoyed teaching women, my subs, how to do that too.

At the end of our time together, my subs left me a hell of a lot safer than when I got them. They could take pain and morph it in their minds to things that not only didn’t hurt them, but could also be transformed into pleasure. I’d seen amazing transformations in the last three years with the women I’d taken on. And I was looking forward to getting my hands on a new recruit.

The club had a website where I could get a gander at the women who’d be in the summer auction that year. I didn’t want to look them over. I wanted to pick one out, based on instant attraction. I was looking to work from the ground up with someone. I preferred a BDSM virgin, at that time.

I’d had women who’d been in that lifestyle, and they were great. But I wanted a newbie. A fresh woman who knew next to nothing about BDSM. Showing someone things they could never imagine was what I was looking for. Watching her face as she found out just how high I could take her, using only some ropes, a paddle, and my cock was a thing that had my thighs tingling.

I had to make a stop at my family’s estate in Napa Valley, then I’d be on my way. My grandfather had started a winery when he was young, it took off, and my mother inherited it, as she was his only child. Her mother had died early on, so it was just Mom and her father to grow the budding company.

Time and patience had Succulent Winery blossoming into a giant company that my father and brothers loved. I wasn’t like them. I thought wine was okay. I preferred beer and whiskey to it, though. And I also preferred to work a bit harder than any of them did.

As heir to the fortune the winery gave us, I didn’t have to work a day in my life if I didn’t want to. But I hated to be idle. Both in mind and body, I liked to stay active.

The cool thing about being a billionaire and in the armed forces was that I could take the money I earned in the Navy and give every bit of it to various charities. I was also known to hand over large amounts of money as gifts for people who I found in need. I did those things anonymously, though. I didn’t want any recognition for anything like that. It was money, I had a lot of it, they didn’t, end of story.

Life could’ve been easy for me, but I preferred to make it at least a little hard. I liked to work hard for what I had. Having something to show for all that hard work was what I lived for.

While some might’ve seen taking on a sub as a selfish thing to do, I saw it as an opportunity to help a fellow human being grow into something they weren’t before they met me.

I didn’t leave my subs with just an education about their minds and bodies, not me. I also left them with enormous chunks of money to live the rest of their lives any way they wanted to.

With their newfound freedom to explore their minds and bodies in ways others condemned, I also gave financial freedom to live life on their new terms. So far, every sub I’d had was happy with what she’d received from me.

We’d end our contract with smiles, handshakes, quick hugs and maybe a kiss if the chemistry was there. The truth was, I hadn’t found intense chemistry with any of the subs I’d had. I’d found nothing to hang on to a woman for in the dating department, either. But I wasn’t freaking out over that just yet. I was still young at only thirty-years-old. I had time to meet a woman, marry her, have a family, and all that jazz.

I wanted those things someday. I had faith the right woman and I would cross paths, and we’d both know we were meant to be together. I never told a soul about my secret thoughts. I didn’t like to be made fun of. And if I spouted off that crap, I’d be ridiculed, there was no doubt in my mind.

Until that time, though, I would take my vacations in Portland, making memories that would last me a lifetime. I wasn’t sure I’d ever tell the woman I eventually fell for about my little secret. How many wives want to hear that their husbands were Doms, once upon a time?

How many kids want to think that way about their daddies?

Not many, were my thoughts on it. When I found Mrs. Right, my Dom days would be over. I was all right with that. I could put that all behind me. I could be normal.

Until then, I’d be the savage who could take a woman, bend her until she thought she’d break, then reform her into a superwoman, able to take care of herself and feed her desires. I had been thanked by all the women I’d taken on. I had to be doing something right!

Blyss

Nerves were never a thing I’d dealt with. But that night at the BDSM club I found online, The Dungeon of Decorum, I was shaking with them. After filling out lots of online paperwork and going to a doctor to get not only a clean bill of health but a certificate of virginity, I was in Portland, Oregon.

The lady from the club I was able to talk to, Isabel, was happy as a clam when I told her I was a virgin. She asked me if I was a virgin to BDSM or an actual virgin. When I told her I was an actual virgin, she was ecstatic and told me I’d end the summer as a wealthy woman.

It never occurred to me that I’d get so much money that it’d make a difference to me. But she assured me that if I brought a certificate of virginity with me from the doctor they sent me to, then I’d probably have more money than I’d ever dreamt of. On top of that, I’d be fought over at the auction.

The idea of money was novel to me. I had a job as a tutor at Stanford that didn’t pay a whole lot. My apartment was one of those efficiency jobs with sparse furnishings. My car was ancient and I barely used it as walking could be faster at times than trying to drive the backfiring rust bucket anywhere.

When I left my apartment in Stanford, California to head to Portland, I told the manager of the complex I’d lived in for five years, to sell what was in it. And I gave her the rust bucket that was parked under the covered parking area that was designated to me. Leaving her the signed title to the car, I got into a cab and headed out to the airport to start my new life as a submissive partner to a complete stranger. I was leaving it all behind. Every bit of it. When I returned to go to school in the fall, I’d have enough money to get myself a new car and a nice place to live.

All that had kept my chin up as I waited for summer to come. Bonus news just kept coming from the BDSM club. I was to bring only what I absolutely needed. My birth control if I took oral pills, which I did, and any other things, like glasses, contacts, anything I needed personally.

The Dom who won me would put me up in a place to live. It might be with him or it might not. And he’d cover all the bills, and keep me fed and clothed. Now the clothing would be his choice, mind you, but I was down with that. My usual attire of lab coat and slacks would never do as a sexy sub anyway. My new man could dress me any way he pleased. Or not dress me at all. I was cool with nudity.

I’d worked on sculpting my body once I made the decision to become a sub. I wanted everything about my appearance to please men. My hair had been down to my ass, I rarely cut it as I put it into a tight bun each day. I’d gone to a beauty salon to have it shaped up, and loved the loose waves it hung in after being cut in long layers. And they’d fixed up my eyebrows and waxed up my body, telling me that was what women did all the time. They even taught me how to put on makeup and sent me home with an entire bag full of it. It all cost me a small fortune of about five hundred dollars, but I was a new woman when I left there.

Having no luggage to check on the flight was great. I had so few things, everything fit into a large purse. I was given a gorgeous white dress to put on when I got to the club that night. My hair and makeup were done by the club’s stylists, and I was sent to walk around a large room with other women who had high hopes of becoming subs to the many Doms. The men, who were doing the bidding, were supposed to be sitting in an area behind a large, two-way mirror.

Isabel was hurrying here and there, helping us. There were twenty of us, in all. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that the other women were being subjected to all sorts of things I wasn’t. And buddy I was thankful for that.

The trainers were all huge men with giant muscles, and they did all kinds of things to the other women, including showing off the want-to-be subs’ genitals to the mirrored wall. I wasn’t aware of all the things that would be done to me if I wasn’t a virgin in both ways.

No one expected me to take any kind of punishment as I’d not been trained at all. Whoever got me had to do all my training. I thought that might be a thing Doms wouldn’t want, but Isabel and the other women who were on the auction block with me assured me the men would be putting their homes up for third mortgages to get me.

It was still hard to believe that to be true. Without being able to see the guys at all, it was like the whole thing was make-believe. We were paraded around so much, it seemed ridiculous. I wanted to take a break and write down all the feelings I’d had through the whole thing, but there seemed to be no time for that.

Time moved on, women got called and left to meet their Doms, and I was getting left behind. There was a bidding war going on for me, is what Isabel came to tell me as the only other woman who was left with me was taken away.

Isabel took me with her to a small room. It was lavishly furnished, and there was a bottle of wine on a small table. “Take a seat, Blyss. We’re out of sight in here.” She poured a couple of glasses of red wine, and I looked at my white dress.

Klutziness was my middle name. “I better not. I’ll most likely spill it all over this dress, and that wouldn’t be good.”

“Nonsense.” Isabel pushed the long-stemmed glass toward me as I sat up, preparing to lean over the table as I took a drink of it.

She walked away and came back with a small tray of fruit and cheeses. “That looks good. I haven’t eaten since early this morning.”

“Eat up, Blyss.” She sat down and joined me as she took some yellow cheese and a chunk of apple. “I’ve never seen anything like what’s going on upstairs.”

I was more than a bit surprised. “How long have you worked here?”

“Since it first opened. I was one of the owners first subs. He and I tested the waters as the men made up their long list or rules.” She sipped her wine, and I tried to follow the way she did it, without making a mess.

Holding the wide bottom, I lifted it and put only a small amount in my mouth. Success was met, and I placed the glass back on the table as I held the liquid in my mouth for a moment to taste the first bit of alcohol I’d ever had. I wasn’t as unpleasant as I thought it would be. It was actually good. “That is a long list. That’s the only thing I read about this whole thing. Well, I had to read the rules and sign off on them, or I wouldn’t be here, would I?”

“No, you would not.” Isabel’s cell went off, and she looked at it. “Oh, good. My assistant sent me a message. You’ve been won, Blyss Danner. Are you ready to go meet the man who’ll teach you things you never dreamt of?”

My heart was pounding, my knees were knocking, and I had the sudden urge to run like hell.

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 outdoors rather than in. 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 trip up was supposed to take around ten hours. Due to hitting 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 sexual behavior was prevalent, rendering body parts exposed.

The auction had already begun as I entered the bidding room. A bevy of beauties was 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. The stages were at different heights, 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 shit mattered to me. But it was what the men who founded the BDSM club came up with so it 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 BDSM 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 around 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, an obscene amount of money would be missed by his wife, 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, 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 an 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 being ransacked from 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, 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 to the highest bid was picked out. My eyes were looked into 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, 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 and 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 six, three, 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 can 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 for him in.

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 woman, an 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, glasses clinking, and it frightened me. Was I about to be put on display again?

I hadn’t liked that feeling at all. I dealt with it. I didn’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 women wore things from hardly more than straps of leather that barely covered their private areas to dresses that covered them almost completely. 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 BDSM virgins. The other actual virgin, Caity, was there with her Dom. She looked pale and more than a bit sick.

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 the 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 on her feet. Feet she’d never really been on. The fact was, she liked women, not men. I asked her if she’d thought about putting herself in the lesbian auction but she thought men would pay more for her than women would. 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 her 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 brains was what I did, after all. And I was searching the faces of those we walked through, wishing I was a mind reader.

Some of the women were in their element, their faces were seductive and sultry. Others looked frightened or 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 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, you won’t be when next we 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 our 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 of my twenty-two years, I’d never been looked at so much. And most of the people in that room looked at me with awe in the expressions, the men who looked at me, anyway. More than a few females looked down their noses at me.

It was obvious to me they thought I was a liar. Never having masturbated was a thing I couldn’t prove and even some of the women I was in the auction with 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 and 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. Noises were heard 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 BDSM 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, 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. Lucky 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 cock 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 to 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 sunk 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 pussy. “I’m not the only one, I assure you. But I am the only man who will be touching you, holding you, treasuring you and what you’re giving me. I don’t take the gift that is you, lightly.”

“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 wanted.”

“You’ve formed that trust in me, 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, a thing there’s no way you can have 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.

How 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.

Troy

Blyss lived up to her moniker. Kissing her was pure bliss in every sense of the word. I’d kissed many a girl, but that young lady took my breath away.

Our chemistry was explosive. The way she clung to me as I kissed her, spoke to my heart. I knew, without a doubt in my mind, that she was going to be a sub I’d always remember.

When I ended our first kiss, we both were breathing hard. I could’ve dropped her on the floor and fucked her right then, my cock was begging me to do that. My brain wouldn’t allow it.

She wasn’t like the other subs I’d had. She was more innocent than anyone I’d ever been with. We had three months to do all I wanted. I could wait. I could make it an experience she wouldn’t only remember but would think about as the best thing that had ever happened to her.

I took her hand, instead of the leash that was attached to the collar I’d put on her. “I’m taking you to a nice hotel where we’ll have separate rooms. We can have a late dinner and then I’ll walk you to your room and leave you for the night.”

She hung onto me as if she wanted more. I didn’t care if she did want more. I was going to give it to her the way I wanted to. The way I knew would be best for her.

When she nodded, instead of argued, I was happy. “Okay, Master.”

I felt I needed to make sure she knew a few things before we left the safety of the club and entered the judgmental world of reality. “My name is Troy Masterson. You’ll call me Troy when we’re not here or in private.”

“Yes, Master.” She smiled at me and blushed. “I like your name.”

I kissed her lips for the briefest of moments, as I just couldn’t get enough of them. “I’m glad you do. I like your name too. Now, let’s get going. I’m sure you’re tired after such a long day. And we have a lot to do tomorrow. There’s shopping to do before we head out in the morning.”

I picked up the leash and led her to the door as she asked, “And where are we going?”

“Camping, after one night in a nice hotel, sleeping on a soft bed. Tomorrow night, we’ll be sleeping on a blow-up mattress while gazing at the stars. How does that sound to you?”

“Good. Anything you want sounds good to me.”

I knew she was being agreeable more so than she would later on. The new was still controlling her, in no time at all, that would wear off, and we’d get on real terms with one another. That’s what I was looking forward to. Getting to know the real woman that was Blyss Danner.

Perfection is only good for a small amount of time. No one can be expected to live up to that all the time. While Blyss was on point in every way imaginable, I would never hold her to staying that way. I didn’t even want her to stay that way.

I wanted to see her screaming with desire, sweating bullets as I took her body to the max. I wanted to see her with her hair in a tangled mess, her creamy skin blotched red from my hands and whatever else I used to torment that perfect skin of hers.

She thought I was a softie and to a certain extent, I was. But the biggest part of me was a warrior who wanted to make more people into what I was. A person with more strengths than weaknesses.

We walked through the roomful of people again, and I reveled in how the men looked at my woman. Blyss held her head high as I’d instructed her to. Not an ounce of training in her and she was naturally exhibiting traits of the most prized subs in the club.

As we waited outside at the valet’s entrance for my Jeep to be brought around, I took off the collar and kissed her cheek. “I’m Troy now.”

“Hi, Troy.” She kissed my cheek too and slipped her hand into mine. “This is fun.”

“What kinds of things do you do for fun?”

Shrugging, she said, “I don’t. I mean, I read. I guess you can say I have fun vicariously through the characters I read about.” Her eyes clouded. “Do you think that’s sad?”

“Why would I think that’s sad?” I opened the passenger door as my car was pulled up to the curb.

“Everyone I know thinks it’s sad.” She took a seat in my car, and I closed the door as my brow furrowed.

She was in a prestigious college, full of above average students. Why would they all think she’s sad for reading?

I got in behind the steering wheel and took off. “I don’t know who all you know, Blyss, but I don’t see anything wrong with being an avid reader.”

“When it’s about all you do, then it seems to be a problem.” Her hands knotted in her lap.

“Well, that’s all about to change. I’m going to fill this summer with things you’ve never done. All kinds of things. The place I have in mind for camping has a lake. We’ll swim, maybe rent a boat.”

“I never learned how to swim.”

“What?” I stopped myself from sounding as if that was so unbelievable. “I mean, no prob, I’ll teach you.”

“I also don’t know how to ride a bike. I’ve never been to the movie theater. I’ve never been to the zoo or the beach. I’ve been on a bus that went past the beach once, but I’ve never felt the sand between my toes.”

I gulped as she seemed like she must’ve lived in a plastic bubble. “Where did you grow up, Blyss?”

“I was born in Texas. I wasn’t there long. I was moved to New York. They had better places for me there. I didn’t go to school in New York, I was sent to Michigan to live in an orphanage there and went to school until the third grade. Then I was moved again. This time, I was sent to Colorado. There was a new program where the orphanage taught kids, right there. Homeschool is what it was called. I stayed there and did that with a group of about eighteen kids. But when I was to go to high school, I was moved again.”

“Jesus, Blyss!” I felt terrible for her and had to try hard not to make her feel bad by pitying her. I knew people hated being pitied.

She looked out the window, and I reached over, taking her hand to give her some comfort. She looked at it then me as a weak smile took over her sweet lips. “I know, my childhood is daunting, to say the least. You’ll be happy to know I went to all four years of high school in the same place, West Virginia, a school for highly intelligent teens. And from there I was accepted into Stanford, and I’ve been in California for the last five years. There is where I finally interacted with people and found my voice.”

“Glad you found yourself.” I squeezed her hand, lightly.

“Only a small fraction of myself, Troy. I came here to find more. I want to make myself into something more while I do research on this lifestyle. I’m going to do my thesis on BDSM.”

I let out a loud guffaw. Then hated that I’d done that. “Sorry. You’re serious, huh?”

“I am.” She nodded. “I’m going to be a psychologist. I think making a thesis on that subject might even get me published before I begin my practice.”

“Intelligent and gorgeous. Man, I lucked out.” I pulled her hand up and kissed it. “I can’t wait to get to know all about you.”

“I’ve talked too much already. Tell me about yourself, please.”

The subject of me wasn’t my usual practice when I took on a sub. But Blyss was different, and I wanted to give her more than I’d ever given anyone else. I felt like she needed more from me. Like she was missing links to humans or something.

“I graduated from the high school I attended in Napa Valley. That’s where I was born and raised. My family still lives there. Technically, so do I. I mean, my bedroom suite is still filled with my things. I also live on the Naval Base in San Diego. I’m a Master Drill Sergeant, a career Navy man. And I’m on a special team.”

“A special team?” She looked intrigued.

“I’m sure you’ve heard of SEAL teams.”

“A little. I’m not into military knowledge. But I’ve seen stuff on the news about that. You live a dangerous life then, don’t you?”

“Sometimes things can get pretty hairy.”

“Have you ever been close to meeting your end?” Her eyes were wide as she stared at me as if she was looking at a ghost.

“More than once. I think that’s why I like to practice BDSM. I want to know all I can about the human body and mind.”

“That’s interesting, Troy. I’m excellent with research. If you want anything looked up, I’m your girl.”

I kissed her hand again as I winked at her. “You are my girl, Blyss. Mind, body, and soul for three months, anyway.”

I felt the shiver run through her then she looked away again. “I’ve never belonged to anyone, Troy.” Her eyes cut back to me. “I like belonging to you.”

My heart stumbled as I knew I had my work cut out for me with her. She was perfect on the outside, but on the inside, she needed a lot of work. Kind of like a classic cherry car that’s never been wrecked and the outside is impeccable, but once you open the hood, you find mice have chewed up the wiring. The job’s a lot bigger than you knew it’d be.

Lucky for my girl, I was a man who looked at what others would deem insurmountable and figure out how to overcome that. “There’s no other who is more suited to care for you, Blyss. I’ll help you find yourself. I’m kind of great at it.”

“Good. I’d like to be a lot more rounded before I start seeing patients.”

“So, one day you’ll be Doctor Blyss Danner?”

“In a few more years, yes I’ll be a doctor. If everything goes as planned, I will be.”

I took the exit to downtown. There were brightly illuminated buildings that lit up the night. I watched her eyes go wide with excitement. “Pick out the hotel you’d like to stay at tonight.”

“Me?”

“You.”

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 a 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 cards that would let us into 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 B

 

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 something out from the menu of the restaurant he took me to in the hotel.

“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 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.

After dinner, we went up to our rooms. His hand held mine the whole way up to them, and then we were at our doors. He looked at me for a long moment. “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 a large bed, what I suspected was a king-sized one. 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 anything.

“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 too.”

The way his eyes moved back and forth so rapidly had me wondering if something was the matter. “Blyss, I think it’s important that you make some of your own decisions. This is an easy one. At this point, right now, with what we’re doing, getting to know each other, what do you want to call me? For instance, I want to call you Blyss, not sub.”

“Then I’ll call you Troy.”

“That was pretty easy, huh?”

“It was. Troy, I don’t want you to think I’m not a strong woman. I’ve overcome adversity and am working on making something out of myself. I’ve spent all of my life thinking for myself.” I paused and looked down as I felt like I was talking too much about things that didn’t matter. “That might sound kind of stupid.”

He pulled out the rubber band that held my braid together and ran his hand through my hair. “I get it. You want my opinion on things. I can do that. In the end, I want you to make your own choices. And I never want you to go past any of your pain limits. When you begin to feel overwhelmed, you let me know right away. I never want to hurt you.”

“Isn’t that what this is all about? Hurting me, then kissing me to make it better?”

“No.” He kissed my neck, making my nails push into his back. “Ow.” He pulled his head back to look at me. “Less nail, baby.”

Moving my hands, I blushed. “Sorry. You just made my toes curl, and my fingers went right along too.”

“One little nibble to your neck and all that happened. Boy, are you going to like what I do to you.” He bit his lower lip and cupped the back of my head, holding me still as he kissed me.

I tried not to curl my fingers as I put my hands on his shoulders. I thought about everything I was doing. Moving my tongue with his, kind of sharply had him ending the kiss. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m pushing you. I’ll stop.”

“No!” I looked down then looked back at him. “I like when you kiss me, and I want to get better at it.”

He picked me up and laid me on the bed, moving to one side of me, he stroked my cheek then kissed me again, moving my arms around his neck, where I let them lie in a relaxed state.

The position had me comfortable, and I felt more at ease, somehow. It was cool to me how he instinctively knew how to get me comfy and open to him. He ran one hand up my leg, and I moaned. It was my first sexy moan, and it must’ve been a good one because he pulled his mouth away and looked at me with a lusty gaze. “Damn, we’re going to have fun, you and I, Miss Danner.”

“That’s good to know.” I pulled him back to me and kissed him. It was the first kiss I took charge of and found things were coming quite natural to me.

As we kissed, he moved his hands all over me, stroking my stomach, then massaging my breast. It was exhilarating and not at all what I thought it would feel like.

When he took my hand, my stomach went tight as he moved it to his groin. He made me touch his rock-hard dick and pulled his mouth away to look at me. “Look what you did to me, Princess.”

I gulped as he moved my hand up and down it. “Can I feel it, for real?”

His lips curved into a smile and he opened his pants then slipped my hand under his boxers. I felt the soft skin of his dick that covered the hardness of his shaft. He wrapped my hand around it, moving it up and down. All the while, my vagina was on fire, and it ached, it actually ached.

I had no idea why it felt that way from just feeling a penis in my hand, but it did, and it watered. I felt so wet that it I was pretty sure there was going to be a wet spot in my panties.

Troy gazed at me as he moved my hand then he blinked and asked, “Would you like to see it?”

“I should look at it, shouldn’t I?”

He nodded and moved away from me, getting onto his knees and pushing the pants and underwear down. His cock stood straight up, and I gasped then closed my eyes.

The laugh he made was hearty and deep. “Now how about you let me take a look at yours?”

My eyes sprang open as I nodded but couldn’t utter a single word. He pushed my dress up and pulled my panties down in the front and whistled. I was already blushing with a ferocity liked I’d never known and wondering if mine was any better looking than all the others he’d seen.

“Does it look okay to you?”

“Okay?” he asked then shook his head. “It’s a hell of a lot better than just okay, Blyss. It’s beautiful. Can I kiss it?”

I threw my hands out to the sides of me and shouted, “Oh hell!”

“Is that an oh, hell yes, or an oh, hell no?”

“Are you sure you wanna do that? I mean, shouldn’t I go clean it all up for you or something? I mean, I wanna be fresh for you.” I was rambling and knew it, but I was nervous.

“I think it’s fresh enough. So, may I kiss you, Blyss?”

He was asking, and I thought that was odd for a man who’d just bought me for the summer. But I was leaving him hanging, and that was rude, so I nodded and closed my eyes tightly as I waited.

His hands moved over my inner thighs, sending a chill through me as I could feel his warm breath on my private area. An area that had only been seen by a doctor when I had to go to him to be where I was.

Warmth spread over me as his lips touched me. His tongue moved fluidly through my folds, and I moaned. My fingers curled into the blanket, and my toes did too. I was so thankful for the open-toed sandals I had on, they made the curling so much easier.

I couldn’t believe how easy he was being with me. The intimate kiss was glorious, and I was going out of my mind with all the new sensations. His fingers pressed into my ass cheeks as he lifted me and kissed me harder.

Panting with harsh breaths, I felt something stir inside of me. My fists were pounding the bed, as I pulled my knees up high. His hand moved over my stomach, and he pushed it up. Then his mouth moved up, and he tapped my clit. I screamed, and he did it again. “More!”

He tapped then made a long lick, and did that over and over as my insides began to quiver. Then be put his lips on my clit and moved up and down on it, making something burst inside of me. Pure desire, joy, and fireworks went off as I shrieked and tried not to pass out.

His lips left mine, and his tongue went into my vagina. He pushed his tongue in and out of me as he seemed to be licking inside of me. It had the crazy sensations multiplying, and I found myself needing more. “Troy, why does it feel so damn good but I want more?”

He looked up at me with a grin. “Because your body wants my cock inside of you. But I’m not about to do that yet.”

“Please,” I begged him. “Oh, please, Troy!”

He took his cock, and it still looked big as he held it in his large hands. I leaned my head up to watch him push that monster inside me. He smiled as he pressed it against my vagina that was pulsing and needing him.

I felt something go inside of me and cried out as it burned. He moved his hand and then I realized it was only his finger that he was pumping into me. “You’re so tight, it defies my imagination, baby. We’ll have to work up to getting this into you.” He pulled his finger out and pushed his cock against me again.

“Just do it, Troy. I want it. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Please.” I was desperate and hated that my stupid vagina was being so small and uncooperative.

He pumped his finger some more and sighed. “I’m not about to hurt you. And it will hurt you without you being stretched at least some. I have a dildo that’s smaller than I am. I could use that.”

“I want you.” I groaned with frustration. “I want to feel your skin inside of me.”

When I opened my eyes, I found him looking at me. “That’s one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me.” He wore a half-smile and laid on his side next to me. “Wanna taste yourself on my tongue?”

It wasn’t really what I wanted, but I wanted more of him so I nodded and he kissed me. The taste was salty, kind of musky, and not bad at all. The best part was when he took my hand and put it on his dick and moved it back and forth as we kissed.

He kept it up until I felt him go stiff. He looked at me as warm liquid spilled all over my hand and he made a terrible groan. It was the first time I’d ever had oral sex, and I liked it. But I wanted more. I wanted so much more, and I had three months of being with Troy to get all that and then some.

“I think you and I will find a lot we like about each other,” he told me then kissed the tip of my nose. “I need a shower and so do you. But I’m not up to showering with you if I can’t fuck you. Time for you to go to your room.”

Before he could get up, I grabbed his arms. “Tomorrow, can we do it all the way?”

“We can. We’ll be in a tent, all alone and have all the time in the world to stretch you out. I’d have done it tonight, but I know you’re tired and I want you to be up for it all.”

He rolled off the bed and held out his hand, helping me up. I staggered a little as my head was light. “Whoa. I wonder how my head will feel when you and I really do it.”

He laughed as he walked me to the door then pulled my key-card out of his pants pocket and handed it to me. “I’ll watch you, to make sure you get in okay.” He kissed the top of my head then smacked my ass.

I liked it even though I made a tiny scream. “Being yours is the best thing that will ever happen to me. I know it is.”

“I think we both will learn a lot out of this. Goodnight, Blyss. I’ll have some clothes for you to put on about ten tomorrow morning. Be showered and ready to put them on, k?”

“K.” I kissed his cheek and walked out the door. After I opened my hotel room door, I waved at him then walked in and closed it behind me. Leaning back on it, I looked up and thanked God for Troy Masterson. He’d be the man who’d make me who I was supposed to be.

I was never as sure of anything as I was of that.

 

Troy

I tossed and turned the entire night after I sent Blyss to her hotel room. I wanted to tell her to come back to my bed, but I knew where that would lead and I wanted to go easy with her.

There was a lot more to Blyss than I knew. I had an idea the background story on her was something I had to know before I planned out our activities in the BDSM world.

She’d said she was in orphanages, which can be rough on a child. She was moved around a lot too, which means she must’ve been troublesome. I could see she was clearly intelligent but lacked common social knowledge. And she was in school to become a psychologist, which meant she was more into human behavior than most are. Which was great for what I wanted her for.

My work was cut out for me. Blyss Danner was fragile. She was, by far, the most delicate female I’d ever known. With all that in mind, treating her with kid gloves wasn’t the answer, but it was going to be damn hard not to do.

I also had to watch out for her becoming too bonded to me. She and I would be done in a matter of three months, I didn’t want to send her home broken because she was in love with me. That could happen, and I didn’t want it to.

The only idea I could come up with was talking to her straightforwardly. Speak to her psychologist’s mind and constantly remind her that I’m her Dom, her teacher, not her boyfriend. I’d have to leave the romance off the table, or she’d fall for sure.

Sleep finally found me but only for a few hours before the sun shone through the window, waking me up. Instead of feeling rested, I felt even more tired and got out of bed to go shower. I wanted a bottle of water first and went to the living area to get one out of the mini fridge. And that’s when I found a piece of paper had been pushed under the hotel room door.

When I picked it up, I chuckled. Blyss had written me a letter. I leaned on the door as I read the words she wrote, thinking before I read them that she’d be telling me how special the night before was.

Troy,

I’m glad you won me. I think you’ll teach me a lot about life in general and BDSM thoroughly. I’m not made out of porcelain like some doll you have to be careful with. I feel as if you think I’m breakable. I am not.

There are things about me that you might think make we weak or fragile. For instance, I was left at a fire station when I was a tiny baby. I was naked, left in a box, and a storm was raging. It wasn’t known how long I’d been left outside and all thought it was a miracle that I survived.

That’s pretty bad for a baby to go through, but I had, even more, going against me. I was born addicted to all kinds of things, heroine was the worst of them. Alcohol was also on that list of things my young body was addicted to. That was the main reason I never consumed any alcohol, before the wine I had last night. I’ll never use drugs, and I’ll only consume alcohol in small amounts, I do have to be careful with that.

I wanted you to know that about me. I also think you should know that I’ve had trouble forming relationships. I’ve never bonded to anyone in my life. With that said, I hope you won’t be offended if I don’t connect with you in a normal way. I don’t know how to do that, and I don’t want you to think there’s anything wrong with you. It’s me, not you.

Being more than a bit disjointed is normal to me. I don’t expect to ever love. If a person hasn’t experienced such an emotion in the first ten years of their life, the ability to love is hard to do after that point. I don’t think you’ll fall in love with me, no one ever has before, but I wanted you to be aware of my shortcomings.

With all that out in the open, I want you to know that I’m going to put my whole self into this thing. My mind, body and I’ll attempt to get my soul into this as well. The truth is, my soul has never been a thing I’ve ever been conscious of. So we’ll see if I can manage that or not.

While I have your attention, I want to say the things you did to me felt better than I expected them to and I can’t wait to feel more. I’m sure you can give me the experience I want and am happy about the chemistry we seem to have.

Looking forward to a great Dom/sub relationship,

Blyss

As I held that paper in my hand, it began to shake. My heart pounded and my eyes clouded with tears. The poor young woman had a lot behind that perfect shell she was in. I’d been right to assume there was more going on inside of her than most had.

She touted she wasn’t breakable, I knew she was absolutely breakable. And I had to admit to myself that I was afraid I’d hurt her, mentally. I made my way to the shower and found my heart hurt so much for her. I wasn’t usually that emotional about other people. Hell, I wasn’t that emotional period. But her letter had told me scores about the woman I’d won.

My plan would have to be made with her special weaknesses in mind. And I’d have to put my own shit aside for her. That summer wouldn’t be about me at all. It would be all about her, but I couldn’t let her know that.

My job was cut out for me, and I had to succeed in helping her learn more about life and love than I ever imagined doing. Somehow, I had to get her to open herself up to love, just not love with me.

That was going to be a chore!

Blyss

Troy had khaki shorts and a white T-shirt with a pair of sneakers sent to my hotel room for me to dress in. I put my hair in two braids that hung on either side of my head and left the makeup off. He did say we’d be going camping and I didn’t think makeup went into that equation.

I waited for him to come get me, watching some television as I sat on the sofa and sipped on a bottle of water. Hunger was more prevalent than I’d ever experienced. I guessed it was from the sexual activity of the night. A craving for pancakes filled me, and I was happy when a knock came to the door.

Bouncing my way to it, I was excited to go eat, see Troy again, and get our day rolling. I pulled the door open and saw his freshly shaven face and had to smile. “Hi.”

He stepped inside and let the door close behind him as he pulled me into his arms. “Damn, baby. You look even better without makeup.” He kissed me with what started out a sweet kiss with only a touch of tongue. I wrapped my arms around him and found myself no longer hungry for pancakes. I wanted him!

We turned, and he pushed me up against the door, I picked my legs up and wrapped them around him. A moan began deep in my throat when his bulge pressed against my mound that was beginning to pulse with the same need it had last night.

All I wanted was for him to give me another orgasm. And right then!

Instead, he eased the kiss. Our breathing was hard and raspy as he leaned his forehead against mine. “Damn, baby. Good morning.”

“Good morning,” I echoed him.

He pushed my legs back down and pecked me on the cheek. “Let’s go eat. We have shopping to do for clothes for you, plus food and other things for camping. There’s a lot to get done today. Go grab your purse and let’s get going.”

I went to the bedroom and got my purse. I’d been sure to take my birth control pill that morning and looked into my bag to be sure I had the three packets I had for the summer months. With one more check around the room and bathroom to be sure I hadn’t left anything, I went back out and found Troy standing by the large window.

The light made him glow, and I found my heart skipping a beat. He was wearing shorts in a khaki color that matched mine. His T-shirt was red, and he had on hiking boots. Somehow, he made all that look hot as sin.

“I’m ready.”

He turned to look at me and the smile he wore made my stomach tense. Taking my hand, he led me out of the room and our day had begun. As we stood in the empty elevator, he ran his arm around my shoulders and kissed the side of my head. “Thanks for the letter, Blyss. I’m glad you told me those things.”

Embarrassment tingled inside of me like it always did when I let anyone know my humble beginnings. “I hope you understand me a little better now. I know I’m an odd duck.”

“You’re great,” he said then tugged my chin up to look at him. “I want that to be the first thing you let go. You are not odd. You’re Blyss, and she’s a cool chick.”

He was great, and I couldn’t stop the smile from peeking out. “You’re sweet. I’ll try not to think that way about myself, but it’s been a long time that I have, and people have agreed with that.”

“I don’t care about how you’ve been perceived by idiots. I only care how you perceive yourself. You’re one hot woman, and you have a hell of a brain. There’s nothing odd about that.” The elevator doors opened, and we stepped off.

The lobby was bustling with activity, much more so than it had when we’d come in. Troy held my hand as we went to the reception desk and he checked us both out. His bag was brought down, and his Jeep was brought around, and we were heading away in no time at all.

“What kind of breakfast are you hungry for, Blyss?”

“Pancakes.” I was still hungry for him, but he seemed to have another agenda that morning.

He stopped at a chain restaurant where we ate then he took me to a sporting goods store where he bought me a weeks’ worth of clothing and a few more camping items he said he didn’t have. Then we were on our way out to the woods.

With the windows down, the air flowed around us. I loved the way everything smelled. Troy and I didn’t talk much as the sounds of the road, and the wind made it difficult to hear without us shouting at one another.

I liked the quiet that was comfortable between us. The idea of hanging out in the woods with the man was turning me on. I’d never been so sexually preoccupied before. That’s literally all I could think about. Me and Troy fucking in the tent, in the lake, in the grass, on a rock. I was kind of a nympho, and it hit me that my mother was probably one too.

Shit! Did I have to watch out or I’d become addicted to sex? Was that one of the many things that ran through me that I had to be careful of? Would sex be a thing I could only have in moderation?

I hoped not!

The trees that lined both sides of the road where tall and pretty and I tried to focus on them instead of my pulsing pussy that just wanted Troy’s cock planted so deep inside of it that I’d feel like he was part of me.

Counting trees was impossible, there were too many of them. So, I tried to count the yellow stripes on the road. Troy slowed down, and we took a turn, taking us to a small road that led into the forest. “Here we go, Blyss. It’s not far now.”

There was a large trash container, and it had a heavy lock on it, along with a sign that showed a bear and an X over it. “There’re bears here, huh?”

“This is where they live, honey. And wolves too. But you’re safe with me.”

Nervous laughter escaped as I searched the thick trees for any signs of the killers that lived there. With my luck, I’d finally get laid, it would be the happiest moment in my life, then a bear and a wolf would join forces to eat me up.

Troy took my hand and gave it a squeeze. I looked at him and tried to act unafraid. “I trust you.”

“Good.” He kissed my hand. “I love the outdoors. My parents call me Tarzan.”

“Good to know. I hope that means you have his unique ability to talk to animals and make them not eat me.”

His eyes went heavy as he growled, “The only thing that will be eating you is me, Princess.”

I made a little gasp and went wet with the thought. “Oh!”

“Oh,” he said, and his eyes got big as he licked his lips.

My entire body quivered, and I thought it might be possible for the man to make me orgasm with just his sexy look and the way he made noises. “You’re really good at what you do.”

“How so?” he asked as he took another turn, taking us even deeper into the forest.

“Like, you’re sexy, and you make me, um horney, I guess is the best word for it.” I blushed a bit with my honesty. I’d never felt anything like I was feeling. It was odd but a great odd.

“I make you horney?” He laughed, and it echoed through the forest. “Good, because you make me horney too. I plan on taking you all over this forest, Blyss. What do you think about that?”

My eyes nearly rolled up in my head as he and I were on the same wavelength. Both of us wanted to fuck all over the place. I was beginning to think we’d do little else than that. And I liked that idea. Screw fishing and swimming, let’s just fuck!

But we had lots to do before we got to that, I found out when he parked the Jeep under a big tree, and we had to set up camp. That took forever, and we were both hot and sweaty when we were done.

Thankfully, it was secluded, and there was the lake only steps away from us. “I think we should take a dip before we start making lunch,” he said.

I started going toward the tent to put on my bathing suit and found he had me in his arms. “Hey!”

He let me go, only to grab the bottom of my T-shirt and pull it off. Then my bra was the next thing to go, and he made short work of the rest of my clothes. I was naked, standing in front of him and not a bit of shame was in me.

He held up his arms, and I rid him of his shirt. His shoes were kicked off as I helped him with his shorts. When he was naked, I took a step back to look him over and appreciate his body. “So, muscular.”

Before I knew it, he had picked me up and was taking me into the lake which I found out was frigid. I shrieked with the abrupt change in temperature, and he tossed me away from him, sending me under water.

I freaked out for only a brief second. My feet touched the rocky bottom, and I found I could stand up. I was glad he didn’t have to see me losing my shit. But I felt he needed to be reminded. “I can’t swim, Troy. Don’t forget that.”

“I haven’t forgotten.” He came to me and held me tight. “Put your arms around my neck and hold on. I’m going to take you for a swim.

I held on, and he leaned back, swimming backward. My body was laid out on top of his. The cold water had dampened my libido a bit, and it helped that his dick wasn’t in an erect state. If it had been, I’d probably have been trying to ride it.

“You like it out here?” he asked me.

I looked around at the tall cliffs that surrounded the lake. The green trees formed a ring around the blue water, and it looked like something out of a travel guide. “I do like it here.”

A fish jumped beside us, and I must’ve looked surprised. “The fish live in the water, baby.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“Have you ever been in a lake?” He turned in a circle and headed back to the shore.

“I’ve been to a lake on a field trip. I’ve never gotten in the water, though. This is the first time for me.”

“I think it’s cool that I’ll be a part of so many of your first times, Blyss. First time in the lake, first time camping, first time fishing.”

“And my first.” I kissed him. I knew I wasn’t following any of the sub rules Isabel had told me about.

According to her, I was supposed to wait for my Dom to do all things. I wasn’t even supposed to undress myself unless he told me to do that. In my opinion, from what she’d said, I was to act mindless.

I could’ve acted that way, but there was something about the way Troy acted that let me know I didn’t have to portray a typical sub. He was fine with me being me. For the first time ever, someone was okay with that.

As I looked into his hazel eyes that had a lot more green in them at that moment, I thought about how I had thought things would be going for me. I’d envisioned a dark room where some masked man would have me strung up, whipping me then tending to my wounds before he took me.

I was glad I was in a lake with a man who looked at me with care in his eyes, instead. But the truth was, I was more than ready to get to the good stuff. I wanted to feel a belt wrap around my ass with the power of his hand. If that made me weird, so be it.

Troy

The day had passed with us playing in the water, skinny dipping most of the day away as we made-out a few times. Blyss was smoking hot for me. Everything about her told me that.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t used to women wanting me, but Blyss was a virgin with a tight as shit vagina. And I was packing some real heat. I knew I’d hurt her if I plowed into her the way she seemed to want me to.

She was inexperienced was the only reason she was trying to jump the gun. I had a plan in mind and waited until after a dinner of freshly caught trout to take her into the tent and begin the descent into sexual relations with her.

The vibrator I’d brought was light pink, and it could heat up as well as vibrate. I pulled it out of the bag I had it in and showed it to her. She ran her hands over it as I held it. “This is half the size I am. I’ll get you stretched to this size before I go any further.”

Her eyes were glistening as she looked at me. “Troy, please don’t make me wait another night to feel you inside of me.”

Caressing her cheek with the back of my hand, I wanted nothing more than to give her what she wanted. “Baby, you’ll get me tonight. I promise. But we have to go slow.”

She bit her lip as she lowered her head. “And can you spank me?”

I was taken aback by her request. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re not ready.”

She blinked rapidly. “Not a lot. Just a few times. Like, lay me over your lap and give me a few. I just want to see what if feels like.”

She had me so fucking hot for her, I found it nearly impossible to do things slowly. But I held onto myself and found the strength to do it. “I can do that. But we need to go ahead and establish a safeword. Stop, won’t work.”

“And why is that?” she asked with the innocence of a child.

I made her lie back as I trailed my fingers up the inside of her leg. “Because there will be times that things get so intense that you’ll beg me to stop. But if I did stop then you’d hate it. Your mind plays little tricks on you, and so does your body. Some women try to get away when they orgasm. But once they’re held tight, and the man keeps going, the orgasm can go on and on.”

“Oh, okay. I might say stop, but I won’t mean it. That’s interesting. How about another word that’s kind of like that then, say desist?”

“No, that’ll be too hard to remember. I like to use cherry. Will that work for you?” My hand went flat on her cunt, and I found she was already going hot for me.

“Yeah, cherry will work for me.”

I kissed her, lightly on the mouth then picked her up and turned her over my lap. “I’m going to give you three strikes, Sub.” I chuckled then ran my hand in circles all over her ass. “Can you tell me why I’m giving you this punishment?”

“And what am I supposed to say?”

“Well, you’re supposed to tell me why you’re getting them. This time it’s because you asked me for them. There might be a time that you get them because you did something I might want to correct you about and add in the punishment, so you’ll remember the correction. Let’s say that I told you to take the trash down to the dumpster before it gets dark. And let’s say you ignored my request and a bear came to our campsite and tore the trash up and I had to get up the next morning and pick it all up because you didn’t do what I said to.”

“Why does it have to be about a bear?” she moaned. “Now, I’m thinking a bear might really come tonight.” She looked at me over her shoulder. “What if our sex makes some bear horney and he seeks to join us?”

“It’s never happened to me before, Blyss. But anyway, do you get what I’m saying? If you don’t do what I say I might spank you or something like that and then you’d answer me with what you did wrong.”

“Okay,” she said then turned her head away. “I’m getting punished because I asked you to spank me.”

“That’s right. Good girl.” I rubbed her ass some more then gave her a light pop.

“Harder, please,” came her response.

I did it harder, but not too hard. “Count them off, Sub.”

“One, but can you do it harder?”

I shook my head in disbelief as I raised my hand up high and came down on her ass with a hard smack. She yelped then made a little mewling sound. “Two.”

Seeing she liked that hard, I gave her another. “And that’s three,” I said.

“Oh, baby, more please give me more.”

There were already two red handprints on her ass, and she wanted more?

“Are you sure you’re new to this?” I asked her then popped her again and again one more time.

She was shaking and moaning as I picked up the vibrator and turned it on vibrate only. I moved it over her ass, around the outside of her asshole. She moaned the whole time, letting me know she was getting aroused.

When I turned her over and pushed her legs up until her knees were bent and I had prime access to her pussy, I went straight to work on her. My sub was hungering for more and I was through taking my time worrying about how she was going to handle it all.

Blyss was a grown woman with the needs of one. She’d already waited longer than most, and I was about to make her body feel things it never had. I kissed her juicy pussy as she writhed with desire.

She arched up to me, and I could tell she was about to climax. I pushed the lubed-up dildo into her, and she yelled with the pain, “Fuck! It burns!”

I didn’t move it. I let it stretch her as I continued to lick her cunt. I licked her over and over, without moving the vibrator. When she came, she was shaking from head to toe. I began to move the dildo back and forth, causing her to moan continuously.

When it moved with ease, I decided it was time for me to make an entrance. I pulled it out and moved up her body. “Now you’ll get me, baby.”

Her eyes flew open, and she smiled as she wrapped her arms around me. “Good. I’m ready.”

I pushed my hard cock to the edge of her vagina, and it wasn’t easy. I had to thrust hard for it to go inside and when it did, her eyes glistened with tears. “It hurts, I know. I’m sorry…”

She shook her head. “No, it’s not that. It does hurt a little, but it’s just so, so, so….” She began to sob, and I pulled what little I had gotten in of my dick, out of her.

“Baby, did it hurt that badly?” I ran my hand through her hair as she shook her head.

“Please don’t stop. It’s not that it hurts, physically. It’s more mental than anything else. It’s just that I’ve never felt connected to anyone before. It’s a little overwhelming.”

My heart pounded, and I thrust back into her, halfway in. I felt so horrible for her. How awful to never have felt connected to anyone your whole life. I pushed all the way in, and her cries grew less and less as I moved back and forth inside of her, murmuring in her ear all the while, “I’m with you, Blyss.”

The cries stopped, and she moved with me, then she whispered, “Thank you, Troy. Thank you.”

I kissed her. I wanted her to know that there was no need to thank me. I was getting as much as she was out of it all. Her canal squeezed me like none other ever had. Her legs wrapped around me and she moved with me like we’d done that a thousand times.

It wasn’t like any other sexual experience I’d ever had. There was heat, tenderness, and something else that filled me as I took her innocence away from her, replacing it with sexual knowledge.

Caressing her cheeks that were red and wet from tears, I kissed them as I continued to move in and out of her. She was panting and glowing. I’d never seen anyone look so beautiful.

My heart was swelling as we made love, a thing I’d never done before. I’d had tons of sex, but I’d never found it so beautiful. Her hands took my wrists as she looked at me. “I can’t wait to feel you come inside of me.”

Her words sent me into beast mode, and I pounded her virgin cunt with a fierceness that took her breath away. Her breasts rose and fell with each hard breath she took. And when I felt it climbing up in me, I went harder and faster until I spilled myself into her.

I didn’t stop moving, I went slower, but I didn’t stop. “I’d have gotten you pregnant just now if you weren’t on birth control, baby. I’ve never ejaculated that deep before in my life.”

“Good thing I’m covered then,” she said as she gasped for air. “That was unbelievable. I never imagined it being that good. My God what I’ve been missing. I’m never going to stop doing this. Never!”

I kissed her to shut her up. What she was saying was bothering me. The fact she felt it was good she was on birth control and what we did wouldn’t result in a baby was aggravating me for some reason. And when she said she was going to never stop having sex, well it only served to bring to mind her being with other men.

It all just pissed me off, and I kissed her hard, demanding she give all of herself to me and only me. I wanted her to tell me she’d have my baby if I wanted her to. I wanted her to tell me she’d never let another man have what was mine.

My cock went hard again as I kept moving it. When I let her mouth go, she was looking at me with wide eyes. “I didn’t know it was possible for you to get back to that state so quickly, Troy.”

“It is. And this time, I want you to scream my name when you come with me. Don’t leave me hanging, Sub. I want all of you. Every fucking bit it you.” I knew I was going beast on her. It wasn’t a thing I’d planned. It just emerged, and she looked frightened. That was okay, she needed to be afraid. She needed to know I was the only one who got to touch her. I was the only one who could feel her that way.

Only me!

Blyss

The way Troy’s eyes had changed to dark brown was a little scary to me. He seemed like another man. One who just might be possessed by a demon or something.

He looked at me as he fucked me with hard thrusts. He grabbed one of my legs and pulled it back so my heel was next to my ear and went harder and deeper. I could feel it all, every last inch of his cock as he plunged it into me.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked me between clenched teeth.

“You,” I said quickly as I knew better than to try to make conversation with him at that moment.

He made a swirling motion, and I moaned with how good it felt and gripped his biceps as I did. “You like that?”

“Yes,” I moaned as I closed my eyes and reveled in the sensations that were traveling all through my body. “You fuck so well.”

The growl he made sounded so much like a wolf that my eyes flew open, and I looked at all four walls of the small tent for its shadow. When I found only him staring at me, I should’ve been relieved, but I was anything but that.

“Only I get to make love to you, Blyss. Only me. Do you understand me?”

The words, make love, weren’t what I thought we would be doing, ever. But I wasn’t about to get into that with him. “I understand.” I did understand in a way. He meant while we had the contract I wasn’t to have sex with anyone else. I knew that already, he didn’t have to be so worried about it that he’d say such a thing right in the middle of things.

I was shocked when he pulled out of me and picked me up by the waist, tossing me onto my belly then grabbing my waist again and slamming back into me from behind. I found the sensations even better that way and screamed, “Yes!”

He pounded my ass and slapped it a few times, making me shriek more yes’s at him. I had no idea sex could feel so all encompassing. It was like only he and I were in the world. Nothing and no one else mattered, only us and what we were doing on that night in the middle of the Oregon forest.

His nails dug into my sides as he held me tighter. “I’m about to come.” He reached around me with one hand and manipulated my clit until I was having an orgasm, then he jerked inside of me, filling me with liquid heat once more.

I was soaked and so was he as we fell in a heap on the pallet he’d made for us. The blow-up mattress was for later, he’d said. We’d need the room to move around. I had no idea what he was talking about at that time.

I got it then!

After he had caught his breath, which was way before I did, he turned over and stroked my stomach. The darkness in his eyes was all but gone, the green had returned and so had his smile. “Did you like that?” I nodded, and he kissed me on my forehead. “Me too.”

“Good,” I managed to get out.

He dropped back to lie at my side. “I got a little more intense than I’ve ever gotten before. Funny, huh?”

“You haven’t always done it that way with all the other girls?” I asked as I finally got my wind back and turned my head to look at him.

He looked at me too. “First, I don’t want to talk about any other sex I had with anyone else.”

“K.” I bit my lip as I felt like I’d hit a soft spot with him and found that weird.

He was a Dom. A man with a lot of sexual experience and I thought it would be a man like him who’d be honest with me about sex. I guess I’d been wrong.

“This is about you and me Blyss. And I’ve never felt the way I just felt. Can I be honest with you?” He rolled over and rested his head on his hand as he looked down at me.

“You can be honest with me,” I said the words but the truth was he wasn’t acting the way I thought he would, it was a little unnerving.

“There was something you said while we were making love.”

There were those words again!

“What was that, Troy?”

“You said you never wanted to stop having sex. And it pissed me off.”

“Um, do you know why it pissed you off?”

He ran his hand over my cheek, kissed my lips softly, then whispered, “Because it made me think of you having sex with other men.”

“I think it’s completely natural that you don’t want to think about that.”

His eyes darted back and forth. “Do you think it’s perfectly natural for me to have thought about you and I having a baby?”

I nearly laughed, but the look on his face made me hold it in. “That’s probably not natural. Have you wanted to have a baby with anyone else?”

He shook his head. “The thought has never entered my mind. Not until just now with you. You’re the psychologist, why do you think that is?”

“I’m not one yet,” I reminded him. “And I think we’ll have to get to know one another a lot better before I have an idea of why you’d want that. My first thought on it is that I’m a person without any connections in this world and you’re picking up on that. You might be overly empathetic and want to connect more with me than you did with others, only because you feel that’s what I need.”

“Hmm.” He laid back and closed his eyes as if he was thinking.

But he wasn’t thinking, he was falling asleep. I suppose the whole sex thing had worn him out. It had worn me out too, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep right alongside him.

When the sun woke us up the next morning, I found him wrapped around me from behind. His cock was erect again, and he was snoring. Dead asleep and he was all ready to go again.

I grinned as I watched the sun get higher into the sky as he held me. It was a pleasant way to wake up, I decided. A stiffy in the middle of my back wasn’t a thing I ever thought would be an endearing way to wake up, but I was wrong. It was quite endearing.

When his warm lips pressed against the back of my neck, I ran my hand over his as he moved one of them up to cup a breast. “Oh, yeah,” he whispered. “I think I want a tit for breakfast.”

The smell of sex mixed with fresh air was a little erotic to me. I giggled as he turned me over and I saw his sleepy eyes looking at me. “Hi.”

He kissed my forehead. “Hi. Mind if I break off a chunk of that hot ass before we get up?”

“I am yours. Break off anything you want.”

The look on his face was priceless, lust took him over and I was kissed all over before he very gently took me again. There was a lot of stiffness and a bit of pain, but the way he handled me, took all that away with ease.

Later, we bathed in the lake, washing each other’s hair and I felt as if we were a couple who’d been lost on a tropical island in the middle of the ocean. It was only he and I, and we were happy with that.

For the next three weeks, we didn’t fuck one time. He made love to me, though. So many times, I’d lost count. We did it under trees, in the lake, in our tent, and even once on the hood of the Jeep. I could see it settling in his eyes and his body, he was falling for me.

I wish I could’ve felt the same way. Instead, I was feeling very little, other than love for the amazing way he made me feel. Every touch sent sparks through me. When he put his cock into me, it was like I’d been hooked up to a battery charger. He made that time something I’d never forget. But I wasn’t falling in love, and it seemed he was.

There was more wrong with me than I’d ever realized. I had a sexy man who looked at me with loving eyes and treated my body like it was a gift to him. He spoke kindly to me while also chilling me to the bone with confessions of feeling more when we connected than he had with anyone else.

But I was more than a little broken. I had genes and DNA running through me that no one knew about or understood completely. With no family history, I had no idea of what might pop up in me.

That was the reason I stayed so closed off. I even did that to myself. Afraid to love the woman I had no idea about. Could there be mental illness in my gene pool that might crop up one day and destroy my brain, take over my body, and send my soul so deep inside of me that no one could ever bring it out again?

I had to protect myself from what might happen to me one day. And Troy was supposed to be a man for the summer and nothing more than that. I didn’t want to turn into my usual self with him. Not at that time. I wanted to explore things I’d never allowed myself to before. I never thought I’d hook any man, much less a Dom.

We sat by the fire one night, roasting marshmallows and sharing them with each other. He ate mine off my stick, and I ate his. It was all very sweet. The night sky was filled with so many stars, it boggled my mind. I rested my head on his shoulder as we laid on the ground, looking up.

“I’ve never seen so many stars. It’s beautiful out here.”

He sighed and turned his head to look at me. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life as the woman laying here with me. Do you believe that love can happen so quickly?”

“This is lust, Troy. Let’s not get it confused with anything more than that.”

He sat up, looking at me with a frown. “I’m not going to let you do that, Blyss. I know what lust is. Hell, that’s all I’ve ever felt. This.” He touched his chest then mine. “What we have isn’t lust, baby. This is much more than that. I know you’re an innocent young woman, but this is bigger than either of us ever planned.”

I sat up too, ready to say something I’d been holding in. “While we’re talking, instead of fucking, like we’re usually doing.”

“Don’t call it that. I hate when you do that.” He gave me a stern look as he shook his head.

“Okay, I won’t. Anyway, I wanted to learn about BDSM with a real Dom. And I have myself a real Dom with lots of experience, and I haven’t gotten more than a few spankings, at my asking. When will the BDSM stuff come into play? When are we going to leave the woods, go to the club and get down to business?”

“You want me to take you away from this Nirvana we’ve managed to find, go back to the club and teach you all about that life?” he asked me as if I hadn’t been crystal clear about it.

“Yes, that’s what I want. I want you to rule me, take me over, make me over.”

“You’ve been made over, Blyss. I haven’t said the words because I can see your fear at times when we’re making love. But I’m going to say them now. I love you, Blyss Danner. I do. And I don’t want to rule you. You have been made over, only you can’t see it for some reason.”

“I want more. I signed up for more. Teach me about being a sub. That was what you were supposed to be doing with me.”

His eyes narrowed as he snarled, “I tell you that I love you and you don’t have anything to say to that? Not even a thank you, which would be terrible, but I’d take it over nothing at all.”

“What do you want me to say? Do you want me to lie and tell you something I don’t feel?”

“You do feel it. At times it’s in your eyes, and your body conveys it to me. Admit it. It’ll make you feel better. And if you want to do a little BDSM stuff, I’ll go along with that. But I won’t do it until you face your feelings for me. Because honesty is the number one thing about BDSM. Without honesty, people can get hurt.”

“If I want to get to know what that’s like, I have to tell you that I love you?” I got up and walked toward the water to wet my feet as I was growing hot from the way we were talking. It was too much like an argument, and I’d never gotten into one of those before.

His hands suddenly gripped my shoulders. “Don’t walk away from me just because you’re trying to get away from a conversation you feel uncomfortable with. I don’t want you to tell me that you love me unless you feel it in your heart. So, do you feel it?”

“I do feel uncomfortable with this conversation. I feel as if we’re arguing.”

“Because we are,” he said then let me go. “Blyss, have you never had an argument with anyone before?” I nodded, and he turned around and went back to sit by the fire. “You’re not ready for what BDSM is. You most likely never will be. If you’re uncomfortable with this, then you’ll hate what the other is. Degradation, humiliation, and insecurity are far worse than a tiny argument about being in love. And the fact is, I love you too much to put you through something that might shatter your delicate psyche.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed, “I’m the damn psychologist, not you. I’ll decide what will and won’t break me. I think it’s odd the first argument I’ve ever had is with my Dom about finally bringing BDSM into our lives. I suppose I’ll have to put myself right back up for auction when our contract is up if I want to get the experience I came for.”

“Like hell, you will,” he shouted. “I own your ass, remember. Now, come over here and sit next to your Dom and let him tell you how much he loves you. Then he’ll show you what you mean to him. And not another word about putting yourself back up for auction. You never know, I may extend our contract.”

All I could do was stare at the man who had me over a barrel. Did he honestly think he could make me fall in love with him?

 

To Be Continued..

 

This story will be finished and published first week of July

 

 

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