19. BLAKE
Chapter nineteen
BLAKE
T here she was. Sitting on the couch in the snug, engrossed in a cartoon, just as he’d asked. Good girl.
Blake smiled at the sight, feeling a warmth in his chest that was becoming all too familiar.
"Hey, Savvy," he called softly, not wanting to startle her.
She looked up, her green eyes sparkling. “Daddy! You should see this cartoon! There’s this cartoon duck and he’s soooo funny.”
Blake grinned. “If there’s one thing I love, it’s cartoon ducks.”
Her gaze fell upon the flowers he was holding. “Ooh, those are pretty!”
He held out a bouquet of orange roses, the petals mimicking the fiery shade of her curly auburn hair. "These are for you, pumpkin. Thorny because of your fierceness, beautiful because that’s what you are, inside and out."
"Daddy, they're gorgeous! Thank you so much," she beamed, taking the flowers and inhaling their sweet scent.
Blake's heart swelled at the title, still feeling the thrill of being her protector and guide. He watched her delight in the gift, feeling a surge of pride in making her happy. “That’s not all I brought. I’m sorry I had to leave early this morning, but I had a meeting with a real estate vendor.”
She frowned. “Real estate?”
He set down a glossy brochure beside her. Her eyes widened as she picked it up, flipping through the pages of suburban homes.
"Is this . . .?" she started, looking up at him with excitement.
"Yep," he confirmed, his voice low and gruff. "I've arranged for us to view a variety of houses in the suburbs today. Thought it was time we found our own little haven."
Savannah bit her lip, holding back an eager grin. "Really? That sounds amazing, Daddy." She paused. “But . . . we can’t afford it, can we?”
“We can more than afford it,” he told her. “When my parents were shot, we received a large amount of money from a Victim Compensation Program. Plus, I worked in Special Ops after that. Never had anyone special in my life to splash that cash on.” He smiled. “But I do now.”
Savannah smiled too, but her expression soon fell again. “Does that mean we give up on all our work in the city?”
“No,” said Blake firmly. He sat on the couch beside her, pointing to a few of the listings. "I picked out some places I think you'll like. We can make one of the spare rooms into a playroom for you, and another into an office."
“An office?” she asked. “You mean like . . . crimefighting headquarters? The batcave?”
He chuckled. “Something like that. I want us to have it all, Savvy. A cozy home with a white picket fence and a cute yard," he said, a hint of vulnerability coloring his voice. "But I also want us to keep fighting for justice, together."
Savannah's eyes darted between the images in the brochure and Blake's face. "Blake, I . . . I don't know what to say," she whispered, reaching out to touch his hand. "This means so much to me."
"Good," he replied, giving her a rare smile. "Because you mean the world to me, Savvy. Now let's go find our dream home."
Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and before he knew it, she'd thrown her arms around him. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, rapid and strong.
"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered into his ear. “You’re the best.”
He ran a hand through her curly auburn hair. "You're my everything, little one."
He pulled back, looking into her eyes. "We should start the viewings soon. I want to find the perfect place for us to build our future together."
"Absolutely," Savannah agreed, excitement dancing in her eyes. "I can't wait to have a home with you."
***
The sun bathed the white picket fence in a warm glow as Blake and Savannah stood on the front lawn of their perfect house. Hand in hand, they exchanged knowing smiles with the real estate vendor before turning to each other.
"Let's take it," Savannah said, her eyes alight with excitement.
"Agreed," Blake replied, his voice low and rumbling. "This is where we'll build our life together."
They shook hands with the vendor, sealing the deal. Then, a tender moment passed between them as they realized how far they'd come and how much they'd grown together.
"Little one," Blake growled into Savannah's ear as soon as they found a private moment. "I can't wait to christen every room in this house."
"Every room?" she asked, a teasing glint in her eye.
"Every room," he confirmed, smirking. "Except the playroom, of course. That's for innocence only."
They signed the paperwork, then, back in the car, Blake reached into his pocket and pulled out a small gift. He revealed a keychain adorned with the Marks family crest, its silver design glistening in the sunlight.
"Here," he said, handing it to Savannah. "Put your new house key on this. I want you to know that you're family now."
Tears welled up in her eyes as she took the keychain, her fingers tracing the intricate details of the crest. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered, overwhelmed with love and gratitude. “I always wanted a family. And now I have the best one in the world.”
As they drove away from their soon-to-be home, Blake couldn't help but revel in the happiness radiating from the woman beside him. They had faced so much together, both as teenagers and adults, and now they were embarking on an exciting new chapter of their lives. It was more than either of them could have ever hoped for, and they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, side by side.
Blake steered the car back toward the city. The energy between them crackled, their recent house-hunting success still fresh in their minds.
"Hey, Little one," Blake said, glancing at Savannah. "What do you say we celebrate at the Haven? Share our good news with our friends?"
Savannah's eyes lit up, her eagerness clear. "I'd love that! I can't wait to see everyone and share our excitement."
As they approached the familiar building, Blake knew that he’d be going into the place as a new man today. He would never give up that old part of himself, never stop being who he was at his core. But he was a Daddy Dom to a Little now. His responsibility to Savannah always came first. She was his sun, his moon, his guiding light. In a way, ever since he’d first met her as a teenager, it had been that way.
The door to the Haven swung open, revealing the warm, inviting interior.
Immediately, they were met with enthusiastic greetings from Rosie and several of the other Littles at the club, who wasted no time enveloping them in hugs and congratulations.
One of the Littles here, Blake noted with pleasure, was the small, pixie-like girl who had been paraded at the gala as one of the “vases.” Damn, it felt good to know that they’d saved her. Blake had already spoken to Nash about wanting to start running classes on self-defense for the Littles at the club and teaching them about drug awareness. He didn’t want anyone to fall victim to anything like that ever again.
Sadie, their informant, was there, too, looking much more comfortable than she had done the last time she was here.
“Well done, you two,” she said with a big smile on her face.
“Thank you for coming to us with your story, Sadie,” said Savannah warmly. “Helping us link the crime to Marcus enabled us to get that a-hole behind bars.”
Sadie nodded. “I’m so pleased. The city feels so much safer all of a sudden. I’m going to go celebrate with a glass of soda!” She raced off to the bar and, having a moment to themselves, Blake gave Savannah’s bottom a quick squeeze.
“I saw that!” Rosie squealed, appearing behind them. Then, she leaned into Savannah’s ear. She tried to whisper but she was a bit over-excited and Blake heard her. “Hey, uh, you know that thing I said I was gonna try? With Nash? Well, I asked him to kiss me . . . and he told me to stop this instant of he’d spank my butt! Is that progress?”
The girls giggled and it felt so good to see Savannah had made a good friend here.
“Daddy,” whispered Savannah, “are you okay?”
Blake realized that he was choking up a little, and he held Savannah close to him. “I’m great, actually,” he said. And, for the first time since Chloe had gone missing, he meant it. He hadn’t been able to save everyone he loved in his life, and he definitely wasn’t able to stop bad things from happening in this world, but he was doing his best, with the woman he loved by his side.
The room buzzed with laughter and warmth, but Blake felt an irresistible urge to show Savannah something more. He leaned toward her ear, his breath tickling her skin. "I never finished giving you that private tour of the Haven," he murmured.
"Really?" Savannah's eyes lit up with curiosity. "What else is there?"
"Follow me," Blake said, taking her hand and guiding her through the crowd.
They made their way to the unmarked black door between the nursery and the BDSM room.
“Oh yes!” exclaimed Savannah. “I’ve been wondering what’s behind this one!”
It seemed unremarkable from the outside, but when Blake turned his key in the lock and opened it, a narrow staircase revealed itself, spiralling upward and disappearing into darkness.
"Where does this lead?" Savannah asked, looking more than a little intrigued.
"Somewhere special," Blake replied, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He led her up the stairs, the soft glow of street lights filtering in through a small window as they climbed higher.
At the top, they entered a cozy studio flat, its floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city. The skyline stretched out before them, a stunning canvas of twinkling lights and towering silhouettes.
"Wow." Savannah's voice was hushed, awestruck. "This is incredible."
"This is my private apartment," Blake explained, his blue eyes reflecting the cityscape. "It means we always have a place to stay in the city when we're working. I got a room at the club because I didn't want to leave work and go home in the early days. After a while, I got lonely, so I moved in with Jax, but I kept this place, too"
"Blake, this is amazing." Savannah stepped closer to the window, marveling at the view. "We can be vigilantes in the heart of the city and live a cozy existence in the suburbs at the same time."
"Exactly," Blake said, wrapping his arms around her from behind. They stood there, gazing out at the city, their hearts swelling with anticipation for the thrilling, dual lives they were about to share.
Blake's eyes darkened with desire as he looked at Savannah. “We don’t just have to sleep when we’re in this apartment, though.”
Savannah’s eyes widened. “Daddy, are you talking about . . .?”
Blake nodded. "Strip for me, babygirl," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "I want you naked on the bed."
Savannah obeyed without hesitation, her green eyes locked onto his as she shed her clothes, revealing the beautiful curves of her body, her soft stomach and heavy breasts. Blake couldn't help but admire her vulnerability and trust, his arousal growing with each passing moment.
"Stay right there with your legs spread," he ordered, taking a moment to admire the view of her pussy she was giving him, then striding out of the room and down into the club to fetch some equipment from the BDSM room.
His fingers found the Hitachi wand, a powerful tool he knew would bring Savannah immense pleasure. As he returned to the bedroom, horny as hell, he could feel his heart pounding in anticipation.
"Ready?" he asked, switching it on the wand. “Daddy’s going to make you come now, and he’s going to be merciless.”
The hum of the vibrator filled the room, and Savannah nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
"Please, Daddy," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
Blake held the wand against her most sensitive area, watching as her body responded to the intense vibrations.
Her breathing grew instantly heavy, her hips bucking against the toy as she struggled to maintain control.
He grinned at her reactions, feeling powerful and needed in this intimate moment.
"Come for me, darling" he urged, pressing the wand harder against her clit. “Don’t hold back. Let’s see how long we can make this pleasure last.”
Savannah cried out, her nails digging into the sheets as an orgasm ripped through her body. But Blake didn't stop. He continued to apply pressure, not letting up, prolonging her pleasure until he forced another climax out of her, her body shaking uncontrollably.
“Wow,” said Blake, looking down at her. “You’re amazing, little one.”
He turned off the wand, allowing her a brief rest, and Savannah panted, trying to catch her breath.
"I asked to come three times a day on our DDlg contract," she murmured mischievously, batting her lashes at him.
"You did, didn’t you?" Blake smiled, his eyes full of love and adoration. He slowly stripped for her, then sat on the king-sized bed and gently lifted her onto his lap, positioning her in a tantric pose that allowed their bodies to mesh together perfectly.
“I want to look deep into your eyes as I fuck you today,” he growled. “And I want this to last a long, long time.”
He kissed Savannah tenderly, and then guided his thick hard-on inside her, groaning with relief as her warm wetness enveloped him. He shuddered with pleasure at the intimate connection.
"Rock back and forth on my cock," he instructed, his voice firm yet tender. "Let me see your beautiful face as you come undone."
Savannah's eyes widened at the intensity of their gaze, but she didn't look away. She moved her hips slowly, grinding against him with increasing passion. Blake could feel the heat building between them, the spark that had ignited when they first met now a raging inferno.
Savannah's breath hitched, her eyes locked onto Blake's as she continued to rock on his lap. "I thought you didn't like making eye contact during sex," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "You said it might make you fall in love."
Blake's heart swelled with affection for the woman in his arms, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her words. "Sweetheart," he murmured, his fingers digging into her hips as they moved together, "it's way too late for that. I'm head over goddamn heels for you."
A smile spread across Savannah's face, lighting up her green eyes like the sun breaking through storm clouds. “I know, Daddy,” she said softly. “I just wanted to hear you say it again. And again. And again.”
He kept his eyes fixed firmly on hers as he told her, “I love you, Savannah Sweet. I love you, I love you, I love you.” He continued to tell her in rhythm with each rock of their hips, until finally, he saw Savannah’s eyes begin to roll back. Her pussy clenched around him, her muscles fluttering around his cock like a freed butterfly.
He wanted to come so, so badly, but he forced himself to focus on her eyes, to stay hard and strong for as long as she needed him.
“You like to be in control sometimes,” he told her. “Well, you get to tell me when to come today, babygirl. Daddy’s going to be strong for you. He’s going to wait until you’re all done coming. Something tells me you need this release. So, come as many times as you like.”
Savannah blushed. The blush spread down her neck and across her chest. “I already had my three . . .”
“Have three hundred for all I care, baby. Daddy’s staying nice and thick for as long as you need to ride him.”
She grinned.
Their bodies continued to move in unison, their passion burning hotter with each passing moment. The movement was just gentle enough for Blake to focus on not coming, but the longer it went on, the more fucking amazing it felt. Like he was getting lost in it, like it was some kind of meditation.
As they fucked, they explored every inch of each other's bodies. Blake nibbled Savannah’s earlobe, bit her neck, lifted her breast to his lips and sucked on her nipple. He stroked her clit, slowly but relentlessly, eliciting four more shuddering orgasms from her.
Her body trembled with the intensity of them. She came more than either of them had ever imagined possible. And yet, it still wasn't enough. They needed more, craved more—more of each other, more of this newfound love that threatened to consume them both.
"God, you’re incredible," Blake growled into Savannah's ear, his voice thick with emotion as he held her close, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together. "I'll never let you go."
“F-fuck, Daddy,” Savannah moaned. “I need to feel you come in me now. I need to know how much you want me.”
Blake smiled. “Baby, you asked for it.”
He grabbed her ass, guiding her movements, helping her rock faster and faster, and as he felt the pressure grow in his balls, he knew he couldn’t wait much longer. He sunk his finger deep between her ass cheeks, entering her behind and making her gasp with pleasure at the very moment his cock unloaded into her.
He heard her scream his name as he came inside her, and he thought to himself: this is it. Paradise.