Cupid’s Surprises (A Valentine’s Day Romance Anthology Book 2), page 78
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, but 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, 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 soft beds. 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 now than she would be 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 an unbelievable max. I wanted to see her with her hair in a tangled mess and 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 strength than weakness.
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 and 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 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. 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. That 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.”
Talking about myself 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. She seemed to be missing that human connection and needed so much more than most.
“I graduated from a high school 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 and 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 a 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, there was much that needed to be done. 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 thought it would be.
Lucky for my girl, I was a man who looked at what others would deem insurmountable and figured out how to overcome it. “There’s no other who is more suited to care for you, Blyss. I’ll help you find yourself. I’m 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, if everything goes as planned, yes, I’ll be a doctor.”
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 the valet came out.
He opened her door for her as I got out and came around. “Are your bags in the trunk, sir?”
“They are.” I scooped Blyss up, dropping my arm around her shoulders.
A porter hurried to get my things out of the trunk as we headed inside. The lobby was lavishly furnished and Blyss seemed to be in awe of everything. “This is the nicest place I’ve ever been in.”
“So far,” I said, then kissed the side of her head.
Going to the reception desk, I found a nice-looking older woman smiling at us. “Welcome. How long will you two be staying with us?”
“One night. And I need two rooms. Next to each other is preferable.” I had to let Blyss go so I could pull out my wallet. “Is there any restaurant in the hotel that you recommend for a late dinner?”
“That one right through those doors.” She took my credit card. “Mr. Masterson.” She looked around me at the one bag that was brought in. “And we have a few shops that are open twenty-four hours, for our guest’s convenience.”
“Good to know.” I signed the receipt, then took the keycards to our rooms.
“The rooms are right next to each other on the third floor,” the receptionist told me. “Your bag will be taken up right away.”
“Thank you.” I put my arm back around Blyss and headed to the restaurant. I was starving and knew she had to be as well. A little dinner, some more conversation, then bed. Tomorrow, we’d head out to start camping and working on bringing Blyss into my world, a place she might never want to leave.
Blyss
“Pizza and salad, mostly,” was my reply to Troy when he asked me what I ate most of the time. I had difficulty picking out something from the menu of the hotel restaurant he chose.
“I’ll order for both of us. Don’t worry, I won’t make it anything too weird.” He gave me a smile, and I put the menu away as he looked at our waiter. “Two steaks, medium rare, baked potatoes, broccoli, and your best Merlot.”
“I will get that ordered for you and Svetlana will bring your appetizers shortly.” The waiter left us, and I was left wondering how an entire glass of wine would affect me.
“I’ve never had any alcohol. Well, that’s not entirely true. I’ve had one medium-sized sip of red wine. Nothing more than that.”
The way his hand moved over mine was comforting, as was the soft gaze he gave me. “You have nothing to worry about. There’s not a lot of alcohol in wine and you won’t be drinking that much. It’s time for you to venture into the world of adulthood.”
“Thank you, Troy. I was afraid whoever won me would laugh at all I haven’t done.”
“You’re welcome, and go easy on the part about how I won you. We don’t want to give anyone a reason to put their two-cents into our business.”
I nodded, knowing he was right. I mentioned BDSM to one of the girls I had classes with and boy did she have a lot to say about it. None of it good. So far, I didn’t have enough evidence, either way, to argue points with her. Not that I was into arguing. The meal was served and finished before I knew it and the wine tasted grapey. It was enjoyable and didn’t seem to have much of an effect on me. Internally, I bandied about telling Troy how I’d been addicted to all sorts of things when I was born, alcohol being one of them. In the end, I decided not to worry about it.
Hanging out with him brought out more in me than hanging out with anyone else ever had. He was cool, kind of classy, and the way he took charge was sexy. I could see myself having no qualms about doing anything he asked or told me to do. After dinner, we went up to our rooms. His hand held mine the whole way, and then we were at our doors. He looked at me for what seemed like an eternity before asking, “Wanna come into my room for a little while?”
My heart raced, my body flushed, and I stammered, “Huh? I mean, yes.”
He opened the door and led me into the room. There was a little sitting area with a television. I was surprised to see no bed. “Are you going to have to sleep on that little sofa? Is that how my room is too?”
With a chuckle, he led me to one of the doors that were at the back of that room. When he pushed it open, I saw what I suspected was a king-sized bed. I’d never seen anything so big before. “Wow, that’s big. A whole family could sleep on that thing.”
He sighed. “For tonight, it’ll just be me. Yours is that big too. Don’t get lost in it.”
Pulling me with him, he sat on the edge of the bed, then pulled me onto his lap. His large hands caressed my face. I had no idea what to do with my hands and he noticed that. He took them and placed them around his neck. I was glad to see he’d help me and not make fun of me for not knowing how to do these simple little things.
“You’re so handsome. Um, since we’re in private, am I supposed to call you, master?”
He stared at me for a moment. “What do you want to call me?”
“Whatever you want me to.”
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, while we’re 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. I moved my tongue with his, which 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 made 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’d taken charge of and I found things were coming quite naturally. 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 moistened too. I felt so wet that I was pretty sure there was going to be a wet spot on my panties.
