Savage SEAL’s Virgin: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

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by Michelle Love


  She wiggled, and I went for it. I found it was messy though. She wasn’t able to swallow well from that position, and it drained out of her mouth, making ropey white trails down each side of her mouth.

  I hurried to get a cloth to wipe her up then cleaned myself off. “That was hot!” I told her as I rubbed my cock clean. “What did you think about it?”

  “Um, well, it was okay. Not a lot happened for me, but you were taken care of, and that’s a sub’s job. It wasn’t unpleasant.” She opened and closed her mouth a few times. “You’re really big.”

  Standing there, I watched her work her jaw to relax it and thought I should do something about that. I let her out of the rack and took her hand, leading her to the bed. “Lie back on the bed so I can reciprocate.”

  She did as I said. Pushing the corset to one side, I got on my knees and licked her pussy. Over and over I licked her then ran my tongue through her warm folds until she was shivering with an orgasm.

  As she came, my cock went erect again as I thought about how great her pulsing cunt would feel all around it. I jerked my elastic waisted pants down and pushed her further up on the bed. Climbing on top of her, I sank my cock into her and left it perfectly still as her orgasm worked magic on it.

  “Yes,” I moaned. Then I looked at Isabel. “I’m going to fuck you, and I want you to start learning how to cum on demand and how to hold it back until I allow you to release. Okay? Are you up for that?”

  “I think so.”

  “I want you to pick something out behind me to look at. Focus on it until I tell you that I want you to cum. Then I want you to lock eyes with me and see if that doesn’t induce an orgasm. Ready?”

  “I’m ready.” She looked over my shoulder as I focused on her face and thrust into her. Deep, steady thrusts were made. Over and over, I made the same move. Then I slowed down before I went hard into her with sharp thrusts.

  She was handling it all very well as the wave began to crest inside me. “Look at me, sub.”

  Isabel cut her dark eyes to mine, and we stared at each other as I fucked her. My cock jerked. “Cum!” I slammed into her at a furious pace, and her body did as I’d commanded it to.

  We came together. I was elated it had worked. She and I would be able to work well together. I climbed off her as she caught her breath. Then I grabbed another cloth and cleaned her up then cleaned myself.

  “What do you say to some more impact play, Isabel?”

  She leaned up on her elbows as she huffed and puffed. “I say, how about a bottle of water first?”

  I went to grab us each a bottle, and we downed it. “Thank you for saying something. I’m going to have to get this little routine figured out and making sure my partners don’t dehydrate is pretty important.”

  Putting the empty bottle down, she asked, “Do you want me to use any of this stuff on you?” She winked at me. “Ever been fucked in the ass with a vibrator?”

  With a chuckle, I winked at her. “No, and hell no.”

  “Well, you’re missing out. Let me tell you.” She looked around the room and pointed to the shackles that hung from the wall. “Wanna do that?”

  “Hmm, that sounds good.” She got up, and we went to the far wall. “Raise your arms up and I’ll cuff them to the wall.”

  She was smiling the whole time I clicked the shackles around her wrists and ankles. Facing her, I then wondered what the hell I’d do to her in that position.

  Isabel seemed stumped to then nodded her chin at the table. “That flogger might be cool. Hit my cunt with it.”

  I went to get it and on my way back I shook my head as she was just so amazing. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “Yeah, I want to get tough. I was knocked around by my stepfather when I was a kid. I always wondered if I could ever toughen up. Thanks to you, I feel like I am.”

  The flogger had many small leather straps that were tied into balls at the end of each one. I hit the top of her thigh with it first and she frowned. “Did that hurt?”

  “It’s kind of like a thud. I didn’t expect that.” Then her eyes lit up. “Oh, but I bet it’ll feel phenomenal on my cunt, Grant. Try it out!”

  I used it in a figure eight motion the way I’d seen it used on a training video. The fronds hit her on the outside of the leather that covered her. At first, nothing was happening then she closed her eyes and moaned, “Oh, yeah!”

  I kept it up, and she came, which surprised me. I didn’t stop until she was writhing. Then I put the flogger down and pushed the leather to one side to see if there was any type of damage to her flesh. She was swollen but only with arousal. Cum was leaking out of her cunt, and I lapped it up with a hunger the likes of which I’d never known.

  Isabel and I might just set a world record with how much fucking we were doing. My cock was filling again, and I had to slam it into her as she was still hanging on the wall. Yanking my pants down again, I yanked her by the braid, pulling her head back and kissed her as I planted my cock in her again. It was amazing, fucking her convulsing cunt as the wall held her still for me.

  There were so many ways to get off in that room. If I was finding so much pleasure, our clients would too, which meant The Dungeon of Decorum would be successful. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind about that.

  In the club, our members could pick a woman who was there for fun. Women we’d pay to entertain our members. Or they could try to win one in an auction and keep her for a while. Whatever it was they desired, they’d get.

  We were all already rich, but we were about to get even richer and so were a lot of women. All they had to do was let us use their bodies. They’d get money and pleasure out of it.

  As I came again, I stopped kissing Isabel to ask, “Are you enjoying this as much as I am? And please, I need you to be truthful. If you aren’t enjoying yourself, just tell me. It won’t hurt my feelings. I just need to know if women will like this too.”

  Her cheeks were red, sweat rolled in waves off her face as she struggled to catch her breath. “Fuck yes, Grant! I’ve never felt so alive! Women will flock to do this. You can take that to the bank!”

  One more, hard thrust and a smile, ended that little session. “Now to the care part of this whole thing. I think you’ll like this part too. This is where I massage you all over, and we talk about anything that you didn’t like and how you felt about things.”

  “I get to talk too?” She looked wide eyed at me.

  Taking her out of the shackles, I nodded. “Yes, that’s an important part of this thing. Communication is a huge part of it all. And so is the after care of the body of one’s sub. She’s his prize possession. Just like men do with their sports cars after giving them a nice little run, they clean them all up. Then they check every part of them out to make sure everything is okay, and nothing broke during the drive. Get it?”

  She nodded as I unbuckled the last shackle on her ankle. Then I picked her up in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her head on my chest. “I think I get it. This is nice, Grant.”

  I took her to the soft bed to lay her down and took the corset off of her. “How about a sponge bath with nice smelling soapy water.” I ran the sponge over her body as she moaned with how good it felt. “Just like a horse who runs a race, if you want it to stay in prime condition, you take care of it.”

  I turned her over to clean her backside. “Grant, the only thing I fear about this is that I’ll fall in love with you.”

  And then she’d went and shown me the one drawback to it all.

  Love!

  Isabel

  I couldn’t see the look on his face as I was lying on my stomach, but the air had gone cold as ice, and he wasn’t saying a word. I rolled over and saw that he was frowning. “That scares you, doesn’t it?”

  “What? Love?” he asked as if that was ridiculous as he shook his head. “No, I’m not afraid of much, Isabel. Now, turn back over. I wasn’t done.”

  I rolled back over, but I could see it written
all over him. He was afraid of love. Or something like that. Maybe commitment was more of what he feared. But he was scared, and the word had put him off. A thing I didn’t mean to do.

  “I was just kidding. I could never fall in love with you.” I smiled as I baited him.

  He flipped me onto my back as he narrowed his blue eyes at me. “And why is that, exactly?”

  “You’re far too handsome. I don’t like being with men who are better looking than I am. It’s demoralizing.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. I’d never been with a man, romantically, who was as hot as Grant Jamison.

  He was brutally hot. Tall, muscular, and had this salt and pepper hair that made him look like a distinguished, sexy as hell, older man. And he knew how to work that massive cock of his too!

  Rubbing my feet, he kept looking at me with a bit of worry. “So, what kinds of guys have you been serious with?”

  “I had a couple of high school boyfriends that I dated for a few months each. Being originally from Seattle, one of them was in a grunge band, and the other was a gamer who skateboarded a lot.”

  “And they weren’t attractive?” he asked as he switched to the other foot, massaging it perfectly. There was no tickling at all, which was hard to do.

  “Not really. I’ve never judged a book by its cover. I look deeper than that. Tad, the rocker was cool. Mostly because he was in a band. He had long hair that was dyed jet black. His nose was big and long, his lips were thin, and he was very pale. But he kissed good and fucked me well.”

  “Okay, so if the guy is good at sex then he stands a chance with you?” he asked then chuckled.

  “Why? You thinking about how things would be if I gave you a chance? Because you out-fuck any man I’ve been with, Grant. Hands down!”

  “You’re just saying that,” he said then ran his strong hands up and down my calf.

  “I am not. And the answer to your question is, no. Sex isn’t a prerequisite to being my man. The real thing I look for in a guy to get serious with is his heart. He has to have a ton of it. I want to be able to look into his eyes and know he loves me. He has to be secure enough to let love lead him around by the nose.”

  Grant frowned again as he moved up to massaging my upper thigh and the tips of his fingers were getting close to my pussy that was still prickling with desire. “I could never do that. I couldn’t be that guy. Love isn’t a thing I think is smart. I sure as hell wouldn’t be lead around by it. If I ever do fall in love, and that is a big if, then I’ll be wary of it. I’ll make sure it doesn’t take me over. That’s dangerous. Maybe not for everyone, but it is for me.”

  “Did you have a bad breakup or something?”

  “No. Not me, personally. But someone in my family had the worst breakup anyone could have.” His eyes went glassy for only a moment then the look vanished.

  “Tell me about it, Grant.” I sat up and ran my hands up and down his arms. “Climb in this bed with me and tell me what happened that has you thinking love is dangerous.”

  He looked into my eyes for a long time then shook his head. “No, I can’t do that. I don’t talk about it. So let’s talk about what we did. What did you like the most?”

  “The flogger. How about you?”

  A smile curved his plump lips. “How my cock felt inside of you.” He looked right into my eyes. “You have a great pussy, Isabel. It’s tight as hell.”

  “Thanks. Like I said, you are the best lover I’ve ever had. And don’t freak about me calling you my lover. I just don’t know what else to call you. You aren’t my Dom. I just don’t know what to call you is all.”

  “I’m your sparring partner.” He laughed as he walked away from me to get something. When he came back, I saw what he’d gotten. “These are nipple clamps and in this hand, are balls you hold in your vagina. I want you to take them home and use them a bit. The balls will help keep that vagina of yours nice and tight. I’m hung like a horse, I don’t want to stretch you all out and ruin you. Using the balls for an hour each day will help that not to happen to you.”

  I took the stainless-steel balls in my hand. “And the nipple clamps?’

  “They can hurt pretty badly. They take some getting used to. Put them on and leave them for just a few seconds. Keep doing that until you can wear them longer.”

  I sat the things next to me and smiled. “Thanks for thinking about ways to keep my va-j-j in good working order, Boss. That’s kind of you.”

  “Kind?” he asked as he took my hands and pulled me up. “I wouldn’t call it kind. I’d call it keeping up with the maintenance of a pussy I’d like to stick my cock into a lot more in the future.”

  “How romantic,” I said with an eye roll and a sarcastic tone.

  “I told you, romance and love have nothing to do with this. I like the way your pussy feels. I like the way you respond to what I do to your body. I don’t particularly have to like you as an individual.”

  His jab at me hit me hard. I recoiled from his touch as I grimaced. “Look, that’s rude, Grant!”

  He let me go as he shrugged. “I didn’t mean to be rude. And I don’t know that I don’t like you. I just don’t know you. I mean, we’ve fucked, but I don’t know you on a personal level. How can I say that I like you or don’t like you?”

  I felt naked all of a sudden. I mean, I was naked, but I hadn’t felt it until then. I got off the bed and went to put on my clothes that were behind a partition in the room. “Well, I know enough about you to know that I don’t like you. You’re a dick!”

  His hand was rough on my shoulder as he spun me around. “But you will still do this with me, won’t you?”

  My chest was rising and falling in waves as anger rose up inside me at the man who had the audacity to tell me only moments after fucking me that he didn’t like me, or might not like me once he got to know me.

  Would I keep doing what we were doing?

  Then I saw it lying there in the backs of his dark blue eyes. It was pain. More pain than I’d ever seen before. It melted the anger away. “Yeah, I’ll keep doing this. You do fuck me well, Grant Jamison. Your bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired, but maybe I can help you with that.”

  He cupped my chin, and that pain in those gorgeous eyes shimmered at me. “I don’t want to get a better bedside manner, Isabel. I want to do what I want to you without either of us getting attached. And I’ll be treating the other women I do the same things with this way too. I don’t want sweet things said between me and any woman. That leads to other things, and I don’t want other things.”

  He had me curious, and I had to give him a chance to talk once more, “Grant, you can talk to me. I won’t fall in love with you just because you share some intimate details with me. Who knows, I might be able to help you.”

  With a blast of anger the likes of which I’d never seen before, he grabbed one edge of the table with the impact play items on it and turned it over as he bellowed like a beast, “Can you bring my mother back from the dead, Isabel?” His face was red, the veins on his neck bulged and pumped blood that was coursing through him at breakneck speed.

  His mother was dead, and he was absolutely furious about it. I had that much answered. I ran my hand over his cheek. “I won’t ask again, Grant. I promise you that.”

  I was pretty sure I wouldn’t ever ask him that again. I’d never seen anyone so thoroughly angered by anything. He turned away from me and began picking up the things he’d knocked all over the place.

  Picking up some of the things too, I only drew his ire out more. “Get dressed. I’ll do this!”

  Hurrying away, I knew I’d have to tread lightly with my boss. He had some inner demons that might plague him forever. Grant and I had good chemistry, I had to let that be enough. His personal life was his, and I’d stay out of it.

  After I got dressed, I walked out and found he had his shirt back on and some running shoes too. “I’ll take you home now.”

  “I can take a cab.”

  He reached out, touching the to
p of my hand. “Have I made you hate me?”

  “No, I just understand you better now. It’s okay. This is business. What we do isn’t personal, it’s business. I know that. It was wrong of me to try to treat you like a friend. You’re my boss, and we have things to learn together. That’s all.”

  He nodded. “I am taking you home, though. You’re not leaving my home in a cab.”

  “Okay.” I wasn’t going to argue with him.

  Grant Jamison was a strange mix of things. There was a bit of a Dom in him, a scared boy who’d lost his mother, and a maniac who was mad at the world. I couldn’t fix all that.

  Maybe no one could.

  The End

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