Nobody's Perfect (47 page)

A sadness came over her. "So, where do we go from here?"

Madre de Dios
, he had no fucking clue. Maybe a change of subject until he had time to formulate a new plan.

"Let's talk about that orgasm. It's been a while since a man has given you one, rather than taking one, hasn't it?"
Oh, yeah. Fucking idiot
. This wasn't about him claiming bragging rights.

She nodded and smiled, making him feel less of a moron.

"First time since a handsome young man rescued me from a tower in an evil man's castle and took me away on his Harley to a secluded beach cave."

Was she fucking serious?

She grinned and rolled her eyes. That was more than eight years ago. How could anyone go that long without…

"Damián, I think, deep down, I never wanted anyone else to touch me," she said by way of explanation. "You were special and set the bar too high for anyone else. Then, by the time I found you again, I'd been shut down for so long, it was easier to just keep the lid closed tight on that part of me."

Damián felt something break around his heart, as surely as if a hammer and chisel had been taken to the layers of concrete he'd placed around it to protect himself from the pain of so much suffering.

"You honor me,
querida
, by allowing me to be the one to help you rediscover that part of yourself, both last night when you pleasured yourself, and tonight, when you allowed me to bring you pleasure. But the gratitude is all mine. Thank you for entrusting me with your body."

A tremor ran through her, and he pulled her against him again. He tucked the blanket over her shoulders and pulled her tightly against his chest, afraid he might wake up any minute and she would disappear from him, yet again.

He opened the bottle and handed her the water. "Drink this." Like his good girl, she did as he'd instructed, then laid her head on his shoulder once more.

"You just rest now, little one." Holding her in his arms like this, he felt like Victor must feel when he held Patti after an intense session. Damián had only served as a Top to anyone in the community; never a Dom to his sub. Starting today, he wanted to be much more than a Top to Savi, but she wasn't ready for that. Baby steps, like the ones Dad had taken with Damián as he'd helped him cope with his PTSD and other issues after Fallujah.

Savi had let down her defenses in the most personal way today, though. He wished he was half as brave as she was. She'd come to him fragile and wounded, but she allowed him to break down so many walls that had held her a prisoner all these years.

Maybe it was time he broke down a few of his own. Savi had placed her trust in him and he'd never gone beyond her hard limits, although she'd allowed him to remove those limits, one by one, faster than any bottom he'd ever worked with. She'd faced her fears head on.

He wanted to be with her—forever. How could he do that if he kept a part of himself hidden from her? He needed to trust her first.

So what the fuck was he going to do to fix that?

"Damián?"

He'd thought she was sleeping. "Yes,
querida
?"

"I feel strange."

I'll bet
.

"Strange, how?" He hoped she wasn't dropping. For her, having someone gift her with an orgasm had to be as intense as any impact session.

"I don't know. Just different."

"Different good or different bad?" He smiled. This sounded like a conversation he might have with Marisol or Rosa's kids when they were younger. Twenty Questions.

She paused, as if to assess the situation on the ground. "Different good. Very good."

He wanted her to analyze the feeling a bit more, because she seemed to want to talk about it. "What can you compare it to? What does it feel like?"

She placed her hand on his forearm. "It feels…
I
feel…safe. In your arms, I feel safe, protected, no longer afraid of everything. I haven't felt like that in a very long time."

Damián's heart swelled at her words, and he hugged her closer to himself. "Thank you,
mi sueño
. I'm going to do all I can to make sure you never feel frightened again."

Savi curled against him and soon her breathing became slower, her weight heavier. She slept.

No fucking way could he let her go.
Mierda
. What the fuck was he going to do if he couldn't protect her and his baby girl? Those shitheads were still looking for them. How could he eliminate the threat and keep his girls safe?

Damián hadn't felt this helpless in a very long time.

Chapter Eighteen

The next day, Savi found herself back in the same theme room as the night before, but he had placed her in sling this time. Her arms were at ninety-degree angles, hands about the height of her head, restrained at the wrists. Her hands held onto two big rings that the sling was attached to, which connected to chains that bolted the contraption to the ceiling.

Black leather encased her thighs, the slings attached her to the same rings her hands and wrists were connected to. Her legs were spread as wide as they could go without making a wishbone out of her. That he'd wanted to splay her open again surprised her. She'd have thought he'd seen enough.

"What was that thought?"

She sighed. It seemed she couldn't even think without him battering down her fortress walls. Damián got into her face and made her wish she could pull away, but there was nowhere to go.

"Answer me, Savi. Now."

"I just thought you'd seen enough of it already."

"Enough of what?"

"My brand."

He grasped her chin. "Whose brand,
chica
?"

She sighed. "Yours, Sir. But I still don't understand why you would want to claim something so awful."

"Remember what I said. From now on, it stands for Good Girl."

Those words would forever make her cringe.

He slapped her ass, which was bared to him in the sling. She jumped and sent the contraption swaying.

"If you don't start being my good girl, I'm going to have to plan your first punishment session."

Punish her? She'd upset him. Savi began to shake, enough to make the sling move. Her gaze returned to the row of crops and canes on the wall. Her father beat her when she wasn't a good girl. She blinked, trying to fight back the tears, but they were so much closer to the surface these days. Holding them back was becoming impossible.

"Where are you, Savi?"

He stood in front of her and pulled the nooses again, and she hissed at the pain as her nipples became more engorged, but he brought her back from the abyss.

"With you, Sir."

He tugged on them again and the edges of darkness faded. "Are these too tight?"

"No, they're fine." After last night, she knew enough to postpone their removal as long as she could.

His grin told her he knew exactly what she was doing.

"Well, since we didn't get you there this time with my tongue, I think we're going to have to try some toys."

Not long ago, Damián had tried to give her another orgasm with his mouth, but she couldn't relax her mind enough to allow herself to just feel tonight.

"Maybe even a little impact play. I know how much you enjoy the endorphin release."

Enjoy? She dreaded when he went to the toy bag, but mostly because she didn't know what he'd pull out. She hated surprises. Once again, he'd placed the bag behind her, where she couldn't see.

He stepped around the sling that suspended her to the ceiling, and soon she heard a vibrator buzz on and off. She smelled a whiff of strawberries, and then he pushed a stool up behind her and sat down. He placed his face against her lower back and wrapped his arms around her waist.

She looked down and saw the vibe from the other night in his hand. It looked wet.

"We're going to see if we can overpower that mind of yours so you can get off tonight. I don't want to leave you frustrated."

"I'm not frustrated." Her words sounded breathless when she spoke.

"Well, I am. I need to hear you scream for me again, Savi, as you come."

The vibrator buzzed to life and he lowered it between her legs. How could he even see what he was doing from behind her? The vibe almost seemed to be disembodied, floating. Having him behind her made it almost seem as if she were alone, pleasuring herself.

The head of the vibrator touched the hood of her clit and she jumped. He hadn't fumbled around at all, but homed right in on her pussy's core. He reached up with his free hand and tugged at one of the nooses at the same time as he bobbed the vibe against the hood of her clit, as if knocking on a door.

Pressure built and the next time the vibe touched her, she nearly came out of the sling. "I think your clit wants to come out and play tonight, after all."

The overload of sensations made her jump, whether to get closer to or further away from the vibe, she wasn't sure. She would have set the sling in motion if he hadn't anchored her with his body.

"Someday, that will be my dick knocking, wanting to play with your clit again."

The image of his penis touching her there sent an inexplicable ache through her.

"First, Chico would dip his head inside your sweet pussy." He pushed the tip of the vibe inside her.
He'd named the vibrator?

Oh, no!
He wasn't talking about the vibe anymore. Her face grew warm as she imagined his penis where the vibe was, just inside her vagina.

She tried to clamp her legs together, but couldn't move.

"Then he'd pull out and stroke your clit some more." The vibe played along the edges of her hood, not touching the most sensitive place on her clit. He left her panting, wanting more.

He bobbed the vibrator against her clit and her head fell back; she could no longer support it. She closed her eyes. When her mind's eye pictured Damián standing in front of her, his erect penis in his hand, bobbing the tip against her clit, a moan escaped. Her eyes flew open.

"I'd bring you to the edge, just like that." And he did.

"Oh, Damián."

"What did you call me?"

"I'm sorry. I mean, Sir."

"Although Chico would like to hear you call out his name."

No effing way was she talking to a vibrator—or Damián's penis. So ridiculous, she almost giggled.

"Come on, tell Chico what you want. Be my good girl now".

As if he'd thrown a cold, wet towel over her, he'd spoken two of the words she'd hated to hear her entire life. No, Savannah's life.
Savannah
had been Father's good girl. She'd done whatever he wanted, hoping he wouldn't hurt her for disobeying.

She cringed. Savi wanted nothing to do with that name.

"
That's a good girl, Savannah. You make Father so happy when you touch him that way."

No! She wasn't touching him. Not willingly, anyway. His hand was held firmly over her much smaller one, trapping and forcing her. Wet. She hated to touch his wet pee-pee. She wished he'd hurry and explode so they could finish…

"Where are you, Savi?"

She opened her eyes and gasped. Her hands were restrained in leather cuffs above her head. She wasn't Savannah, touching Father's penis at all.

"I'm hanging from the ceiling in a theme room at your club, Sir."

"Good girl."

She tensed.

"It's going to take your hearing it a lot from me to erase the old tapes in your head."

"I
hate
them." Her voice sounded like a scared little child's. Savannah's.

"I know,
bebé
. I'm really not doing this to be sadistic, but those words are used a lot in my community. I want to desensitize you so you won't be triggered every time you hear someone say them at the club."

That made sense. Adam had said it was a compliment to be called that by a Dom, although she hadn't heard him call Karla that. Maybe he just didn't say it to her while Savi was around. He definitely hadn't called Savi that either, not since the first time.

Had he really forgotten that time? Savi suspected he had been trying to get her and Damián together that night. Next day, he'd included Damián in her first restraint session. She was grateful he had, because Savi had come close to bolting from the club at the sound of those words. Damián had protected and comforted her.

"You're right, Sir. I'll try to hear them as something different when you say them, or if I hear them in the great room."

"Good girl." He tugged at one of her nipple nooses and sent an electrical zing to her pussy.

The sound of the vibe invaded her focus again, stroking the cleft between her pussy and the edge of her clit, back and forth. Wetter and wetter. The pressure began to build again.

She licked her lips, which had gone suddenly dry. She fought the urge to fight the restraints, wanting to take the vibe and place it directly against her clit. Chiquita wanted release.

Chiquita?
Oh, dear lord
, now she'd named her pussy. What next?

"When he knew you were just about to come, Chico would thrust inside Sir's tight pussy." Damián rammed the vibrator far inside her.

"Oh, God!"

He pulled out and thrust inside her again. He reached up and released the tension on one of the nooses and she waited for the pain.
Oh, dear lord!
Her freed nipple began burning and quickly spread throughout her breast, just as he released the other. The nooses hung on her engorged nipples, and he reached down to stroke her swollen, sensitive clit as he continued to thrust Chico in and out of her pussy.

"Come for Chico, Savita."

"I'm coming!"

"I know you are,
bebé
. Don't hold anything back."

She bucked against his finger. When he pulled Chico out, she whimpered.

"Tell me what you need,
bebé
."

"I need you…I mean, Chico…inside me…now."

He rammed the vibe inside her, and she felt the vibration all the way to her cervix, as his finger stroked her clit until she felt her insides explode.