11. BLAKE
Chapter eleven
BLAKE
S avannah perched on the edge of the couch, her green eyes wide as she waited.
Blake stood across from her, his skin prickling with anticipation. "Strip for me," he commanded, his voice low and gravelly.
With a coy smile, Savannah began peeling off her clothes layer by layer, revealing herself to him. As she exposed her body to him, he felt his own body react to her every curve and angle. She was, as he expected, utterly gorgeous.
"Good girl," Blake praised as she sat naked before him. "Now, I want you to trust me. Close your eyes."
She complied without hesitation. He loved how easily she was submitting to him. She had been worried about giving up control around a Dom, but he could see she was a natural. She was loving it.
"Remember your safeword: 'Red,'" he reminded her gently. "I won't blindfold you in case you feel too vulnerable, but I want you to keep your eyes closed. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," Savannah whispered, closing her eyes tight shut.
Blake approached her quietly. He sank to his knees and placed his hands on her skin, exploring her body with a mixture of tenderness and raw desire. He squeezed her nipples, then trailed his fingers down her curvaceous hips, eliciting gasps when he bit her gently on the shoulder.
His hands traveled lower, between her thighs. Every bit of her was beautiful. Perfect. Everything he’d ever dreamed of in a woman.
He bent down, his mouth grazing her inner thigh. And then he began, one by one, kissing each of her beautiful red freckles.
“Mmm,” Savannah moaned, still keeping her eyes tight shut. “That feels ticklish but good.”
I’m worshiping you , thought Blake. And very soon, princess, you’re going to be worshiping me.
Of course, he wouldn’t have time to kiss every single freckle right now. But it was a goal, a mission, his life’s work . . . She had to know that each one of her precious freckles made her sparkle. He had to make her feel as sparkly as she looked.
He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and trailed his kisses farther and farther toward her pussy. Damn, even the skin this close to her center was freckled. It was so . . . Fucking . . . hot. He had never seen skin like it, peppered with marks that, for some reason, drove him into a frenzy.
Finally, his tongue licked her velvety folds and he tasted her: like strawberry shortcake.
Yum.
"Ah, fuck . . ." Savannah moaned, gripping the back of the couch for support. He looked up at her and noticed her eyelids fluttering, struggling to stay shut.
“No peeping, sweetheart,” he said, moving his mouth away from her sex for just a moment. “And no cursing, either. Or Daddy’s going to redden that freckled bottom of yours.”
She squirmed in her seat, clearly excited at the prospect of another spanking.
Blake’s tongue continued to dance over her clit, hungry for that sweet taste again. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her thighs as he licked her, pulling her toward him so that his tongue could get exactly where she needed it most.
He felt her legs tremble and heard her begin to moan, and he knew that she was close.
"Come for me, babygirl," he growled into her pussy, sending her over the edge.
“Oh, Daddy!” she gasped, her orgasm rolling through her like a tidal wave.
Fuck, hearing her call him that felt good. Better than good.
"Well done, darling," Blake murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You trusted me, and I'm proud of you. Good things will happen when you trust me."
Savannah's eyes were still closed. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, her body trembling with release.
"Sit up now," Blake commanded, his voice low and urgent. "Keep your eyes closed, but open your mouth for me."
Blake unbuttoned his jeans, sighing with relief as he released his aching hard-on. He grabbed the base of it and guided it toward her open mouth.
Holy hell.
The moment he pressed the head of his cock against her lips, coating it in her warm wetness, he knew he had to be careful. If he didn’t watch out, he’d come immediately. He’d wanted this for so long, to be a Daddy to a beautiful, bold, fierce Little like Savannah. And he’d been so desperate to fuck that pretty little mouth of hers ever since he’d seen her licking that damn ice cream at the beach.
As she began to suck, Blake let out a guttural groan, his hand grabbing her hair.
"Damn, you're good at this," he praised her, thrusting gently into her eager mouth. "You trust me, don't you?"
Savannah could only nod, her eyes still closed, as she focused on pleasuring him. He loved how quiet and obedient she was being, so eager to please him. It was the sexiest thing: a woman who was strong but submissive, who knew exactly when and how to surrender. It made him feel like such a man to be around her.
Focus, Blake. This can’t be over yet.
With another groan, Blake forced himself to pull out of Savannah’s mouth, his breathing ragged. "I want to be inside you now, Savannah," he rasped. "I need to claim you fully."
Her eyes fluttered open, and she couldn't help but stare at his erection, dark and proud before her. The raw need in her gaze made him even more desperate for her.
“I want that too, sir,” she whispered.
“Is there anything I need to know before we do this? Are you on birth control?”
She nodded. “Yes. And I’m clean.”
“Me too,” said Blake.
“Then there’s nothing left to discuss,” she said, biting her lip.
"Get on your belly," he ordered, his voice thick with lust. She quickly complied, lying face down on the couch, her ass raised slightly in invitation. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he said, admiring her.
He positioned himself behind her, letting the tip of his cock rub against her plump buttock for a moment, and then he guided himself between her thighs and entered her from behind. She was slick and wet and he slid in easily, filling her completely.
She gasped. “That feels so good.”
He leaned down to bite her earlobe gently, whispering filthy promises to her as he began to fuck her. "Feel how deep I am inside you, babygirl? You belong to me now," he growled, his pace quickening, the intensity of his thrusts leaving her breathless.
“Yes, Daddy, I feel it,” she cried, her voice thick with passion.
"You're so tight and so wet for me," he moaned, his grip on her hips increasing. "I'm going to come inside you, Savannah. This is how I claim you."
"Yes, sir," she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their ragged breathing and the slick slapping of skin against skin.
Blake thrust deeper into her, his control slipping. He wanted to possess her, to take her completely. Their bodies seemed to melt together, becoming one in this moment of raw, animal passion.
"I'm going to come," he warned, his voice low and urgent. "Are you ready for me to make you mine?"
"Yes, sir," she gasped again, her body trembling as she felt him tighten his hold on her.
With a final, fierce thrust, Blake released himself into her, filling her completely. Instantly, her pussy clenched around his cock, milking him for every bit of pleasure he could offer.
"Fuck, yes," Blake groaned as he marked Savannah’s insides with his warm cum. His cock twitched inside her a few more times, and he made sure every last drop entered her.
As his body slowly began to relax, he pulled out, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He rolled her over on the couch, then dragged her on top of him, so that she was lying on him now. Their bodies felt sweaty and he could feel her heartbeat, just as hard and fast as his own.
“Savannah,” he murmured, cupping her face, looking into her eyes.
She was flushed, her cheeks tinged pink, her hair messy and tangled from their lovemaking.
"You're perfect for me, Savannah," he murmured softly.
"And you for me, Daddy," she whispered back, her eyes glassy with emotion. “If . . . you don’t mind me calling you that.”
“I don’t mind,” Blake replied without hesitation. “In fact, I like it very much.” He ran a finger over her swollen lips, plump with passion. Her lips parted involuntarily, revealing the dark smudge of desire still lingering on them. She sucked on the tip of his finger, making him gasp.
“That took my breath away,” she said with a wide smile.
"You're the one who took my breath away," he whispered, his voice tinged with wonder. "And I'll make sure you never feel alone again."
Savannah nodded, her eyes moist.
Blake reached between her thighs, feeling the slick cum he’d just marked her with, and he smeared some of it over her clit, rubbing her quick and fast to elicit one more shuddering orgasm from her before she collapsed over him.
“God,” she panted. “You’re going to destroy me, Daddy.”
“Quite the opposite, sweet girl,” he said into her ear. “I’m gonna put you back together again.”
Blake's fingertips traced Savannah's spine, lingering on each vertebra as he gently massaged her back. Their heavy breaths filled the room, mingling with the lingering scent of their passion.
"Thank you for trusting me, Savannah," Blake murmured, his voice low and sincere.
She sighed contentedly, her body relaxed beneath his touch. "You're welcome, Daddy. But . . . can I ask you something?”
Blake nodded. “Anything, little one.”
“I liked closing my eyes then, but I also wondered . . . don’t you want me to look at you when we . . . you know?"
Blake froze. "What makes you say that?" His voice was soft, guarded.
"First, you made me keep my eyes closed while you kissed me down below. Then you made me keep my eyes shut while I, uh, blew you, then you had me lie on my belly so I was face down while we . . . fornicated." Savannah hesitated, searching for the right words. "It's like you're afraid of making eye contact, in case . . . I don't know. You don’t think I’m ugly, do you?"
Blake tensed, jaw clenched. “Darling,” he said, “why would you say that? I think you’re a goddess.”
Savannah’s eyes widened. “Oh. Right. It’s just . . . I guess men haven’t exactly been complimentary about me before. My red hair. My freckles.”
Blake looked at her sternly. “Savannah Sweet,” he said, “believe me, you are a goddess. Not in spite of your red hair and freckles, but because of them. You possess a rare beauty that only the luckiest men ever get to possess. Those other guys, the ones who teased you, they’re fucking idiots.”
He wondered whether this was the time to tell her about the time he’d seen her getting bullied as a teenager. He wanted to. He really wanted to. But he was trying to show her how beautiful she was right now, not remind her of the idiots that made her feel worthless.
So instead, he traced hearts over her skin. “I asked you to close your eyes because I genuinely wanted to build your trust in me. But also . . . I guess maybe, subconsciously, there was a part of me that was afraid that if we made eye contact . . .”
“What?” Savannah asked, frowning.
“If we made eye contact, I’d fall for you—way too hard and way too fucking fast.”
Savannah’s breath caught. “I see,” she said quietly. Then she lay against his chest.
It was obvious from how hard his heart was thumping that it was too late.
"Anyway,” he said, “sorry to get all . . . deep. I want to take care of you properly now. Unfortunately, we don't have a bath here, but I'll wash you from head to toe with warm soapy water. Then, I'll get you into some cozy pajamas and give you warm milk in a sippy cup. How does that sound?"
Savannah felt a warmth spread through her chest at the thought of being cared for by him. "That sounds perfect, Daddy."
Just as Blake was about to continue listing the tender acts he had planned, his phone buzzed with an incoming call. The name "Nash" flashed on the screen, and the urgency in his brother's tone was unmistakable.
"Blake, we need you at The Haven ASAP. Got to run over the plan for tomorrow. You didn’t forget, did you?"
"Damn," Blake muttered under his breath, torn between his duty to Savannah and his responsibility to his brothers.
“Blake? Do I need to remind you of the shit this alderman’s pulling? The young girls. The im—”
“No,” said Blake decisively. “I’ll be there.” He hung up, then looked at Savannah, regret clouding his features. "I have to go. I’m sorry. But I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."
Savannah nodded, disappointment flickering across her face before she masked it with understanding.
Blake's heart clenched as he rummaged through the closet, finding a soft towel for Savannah. He knew he couldn't stay, but leaving her like this felt wrong. "I want you to wash yourself thoroughly and then dry yourself with this," he instructed, handing her the towel. "And here's an outfit for you to wear." He handed her a cute froggy onesie, one that he knew would feel cuddly and safe to wear. His fingers lingered on hers for a moment.
"Thanks, Daddy," she whispered, her eyes shining with gratitude.
"Let me warm up some milk for you before I go," he said, striding to the kitchen and heating it on the stove. As he waited, his thoughts raced. What if something happened to her while he was gone? Could he trust himself to keep her safe?
"Here you go," he murmured, handing her the sippy cup and a bib. "Put this on so you don't mess up your PJs."
"Okay, Daddy," she agreed. “I’ll go wash then put on my PJs and a bib.”
"Snuggle up on the couch and watch some cartoons, alright?" He tried to sound reassuring despite the turmoil inside him. "I'll be back before you know it."
"Promise?" Savannah asked, her green eyes searching his.
"Promise," he replied, pressing a brief kiss to her forehead before shouldering his gear and leaving the safehouse behind.
***
The Haven loomed dark and foreboding as Blake entered, his brothers waiting for him with grim expressions.
"Alright, let’s do this," Blake said, taking a seat between Jax and Nash.
"Before we get into that," Jax began cautiously, "how's Savannah?"
"Safe," Blake replied tersely. "For now."
"Look, man, we're here for you," Nash chimed in, his voice gentle but firm. "But we need to know everything if we're going to help. You’ve been stuck to this girl like glue. How much danger is she in? Tell us what’s going on. Are you into her or something?"
"Fine." Blake sighed, rubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw. "We . . . uh . . . we had sex."
“You what ?” Nash shouted, then glanced over at the bar.
Rosie rolled her eyes at him.
"Shit," Jax muttered, exchanging a worried glance with Nash. "That's not like you, Blake. Mixing business with pleasure. So, what, are you her Daddy Dom now?”
Blake gritted his teeth. “We don’t have a contract.”
“Whoa, whoa whoa,” said Jax. “You fucked her without a contract? Was it just vanilla sex then? No spanking? No Dom stuff?”
“Not exactly,” said Blake, uncomfortable discussing the matter with his brothers, but even more uncomfortable that he hadn’t followed procedure. “It was just so hard to . . . hold back. You know?”
His brothers blinked back at him. Obviously, they didn’t know. Neither of them had gotten laid in a long, long time.
“You know how important those contracts are for trust and boundaries," Jax said at last.
"I know, I know," Blake admitted, frustration seeping into his voice. "But it just . . . happened. And now I can't shake this feeling that . . . maybe I'm falling for her."
"Dammit, Blake," Nash growled, slamming a fist on the table. "You know the rules. No involvement with clients. You're slipping, brother. Get your head in the game, or innocent people will pay the price."
Blake clenched his fist, trying to resist the urge to yell at his brother. Or punch a wall again. He hadn’t planned any of this. But now that he was in, he couldn’t get out. “Let’s stop talking about it,” he said. “We have business to discuss.”
And I want to get back to Savannah ASAP for cuddles and kisses and a bedtime story.
As they delved into their plans, Blake couldn't shake the image of Savannah's vulnerable form, her eyes screwed tight shut with trust as she submitted to him. He knew Jax was right—a contract would give them both peace of mind and a solid foundation to explore their desires together. He could lay down the law in the contract, too. Let her know that no matter what, his business with his brothers came first.
But deep down, he couldn't help but wonder if it was already too late. If his feelings for Savannah had crossed a line that no amount of paperwork could rectify.