Nobody's Perfect (60 page)

"Yeah, well, I wasn't ready to tell you about this part of my life back then. You might have run from me, not that I'd have let you get away." He brushed his thumb against her cheek.

"I'm glad you shared your club with me. Well, actually, I guess Adam was the one who got me in there first."

He remembered how angry he'd been that night when Dad wouldn't get Savannah out of the club before Patti's cathartic whipping had begun. That night had been a turning point for both Savannah and for Damián. They needed each other. He wondered if Dad had seen that all along, or if it was just dumb luck. Knowing Dad, it was part of a bigger plan.

He cleared his throat that had grown tight all of the sudden. "I never stopped thinking about you,
mi sueño
. You were always in my dreams."

"I thought about you off and on, but mostly just trying to figure out if you were real or just an Orlando Bloom fantasy come to life."

"Bloom, huh?"

"You look a lot like him."

"Yeah? Great." That's all his ego needed to hear, that she fantasized about some unattainable Hollywood actor.

"Damián, that brief time seemed like a dream from the start. Not reality. Yet, Mari always was my beautiful proof that our time together had been very real."

Without warning, Savannah took a deep breath and reached up to take the lapels of his Harley vest in each hand, sliding the leather back over his shoulders and down his arms. She tossed the vest onto the bed and lowered her gaze to the ink on his bare chest. She stared at the dragon's head so long he flexed his pec to get her to snap back into the moment.

She jumped, then giggled at herself. "Sorry. I don't know how to seduce someone, so just bear with me."

What the fuck did she mean by seduce?
Whose aftercare was this, anyway?

"Savannah, tonight isn't about me…"

She placed a finger against his lips and lowered her mouth to his chest. When the tip of her sweet tongue flicked tentatively against his nip, his balls tightened.
Mierda
. "

Savannah pulled back and looked up at him in wonder. "I didn't know a man's nipples could get hard like that, too."

His nip wasn't the only thing getting hard.

The aftercare/intimacy scene he'd planned included touching and cuddling but no sex. If she kept up this attack on his body, he'd be the one needing aftercare tonight, because sex was out of the question. She was practically a virgin experience-wise. He was sure she'd only known actual lovemaking once, their time in the beach cave. He had no intention of rushing her into anything that might leave her feeling more ashamed later. She'd had enough of that from men who had abused her in the past. His job was to protect and nurture, not take advantage of her.

No la moleste.

Time to get on with the third act of tonight's scene. Damián bent down and kissed her on the forehead. "Let's get into bed,
bebé
." He sat on the edge of the bed and looked up, but the pained expression on her face surprised him.

"Please don't reject me, Sir. I'm trying…"

Clearly, she needed to do this. As her Service Top and trainer, it was his responsibility to guide her.
Madre de Dios
, help him.

"Strip for me."

Her eyes opened wide and a smile broke out on her face. He relaxed. This was what she needed. Still, she hesitated, despite the fact she'd stripped for him many times. Maybe he needed to take it to another level. He remembered coaching her as she'd pleasured herself for the first time.

"This time, as you strip, I want you to touch yourself—your breasts, your pussy. Play it to the hilt. Show off your sexy body to me, your gorgeous curves. Turn me on."

She gazed at the bulge in his pants and back at his face. "I can't have sex, Sir. I'm sor…"

"Savannah, I've been hard for you more times than I can count. Have I forced myself on you before?"

"No, but you haven't shared a bed with me all night before either."

"Once upon a time, I made a bed for you with my leather jacket in a beach cave."

Her pupils dilated and her breathing became shallow, which surprised the hell out of him. She hadn't forgotten how good it was for her that day.

"If I'd intended to force myself on you,
bebé
, I wouldn’t have needed a bed. You're safe to explore your sensuality with me, to embrace your inner slut, as you put it."

He looked down at her tank top, emblazoned with "PRINCESS." Savannah already had the princess part down pat.

"I want you to tease me mercilessly. Don't hold anything back, slut."

* * *

Savannah had no clue how to behave like a slut. She'd never intentionally teased anyone, but she trusted him not to force her to do anything she wasn't ready for. Something he'd said resonated with her.

"You're safe to explore your sensuality here."

His words reminded her of something her stripper-pole dance instructor had said to the women in her class. When she'd taken the first few classes at her therapist's insistence, she'd known the goal wasn't firmer thighs and more upper-body strength. Savannah had been one of the more self-conscious people in the class as she watched what the other women did.

She didn't have a dancer pole here. She looked around the bedroom. The closest thing she found was the cannonball bedpost. Not even close, but she needed a prop or she wouldn't be able to do this. Wiping her sweaty palms on her hot-pink pants, she took a deep breath and moved to the foot of the bed, turning her back to Damián. Shaking out her hands, she concentrated on the big round knob on the bedpost. Maybe if she kept her focus there, she could get through this. She certainly couldn't make eye contact with him.

This was so embarrassing and totally out of character. However, she wanted to try this. With Damián, she was safe to explore without having to go beyond her limits. She trusted him.

She closed her eyes and imagined the music from her practice pole-dancing video playing internally as she loosened up her neck and shoulders by pivoting her head. The muscles stretched and cartilage popped from a lack of exercise. She needed to work out the kinks.

She grinned, knowing she was actually about to get her kink on.

Grasping the cannonball with both hands, she bent over with her butt facing Damián, and rotated her hips. His sharp intake of breath gave her confidence that she wasn't boring him, and she gyrated for all she was worth. She took one hand off the pole—er, ball—and stroked her ass. Her tongue darted across her lips, which had suddenly become dry.

Flinging her right leg around the post, she hooked her knee around the base of the ball. Savannah lowered her upper body backwards toward him, anchored by the post. Damián's gaze zeroed in on her breasts. She took both hands, cupped her breasts, and pushed them toward him. Unable to watch his reaction, she closed her eyes again. Remembering how one of the women had used her mouth and tongue as her greatest seduction weapon, Savannah opened her mouth and stroked her upper lip from one corner to the other in a slow arc.

Picturing how ridiculous she must look playing at being a siren—no, a slut—she started to clamp her mouth shut.

"So fucking hot,
mamacita
."

Damián's appreciation gave her courage to let her tongue skim across her lip again in the reverse direction, the way the actress had done in one of the videos. She ventured a glance at him, but was unable to tell if he was looking at her mouth or her boobs from this angle. Remembering that she'd been instructed to strip, as well as tease, she lowered her hands to the hem of the tank top and slowly pulled it up. Stopping just before she bared her breasts, she slipped her fingers inside the lower edge of the bra cup and pinched her nipples.

Zing!

Her eyes opened wide. The same kind of jolt she'd experienced when she'd pleasured herself for Damián zinged straight to her clit. Because she had no intention of taking her striptease dance to a full-blown orgasm, she released her nipples, but they were already swollen and straining against the fabric by the time she pulled the tank off the rest of the way.

"So pretty for me,
bebé
."

Wanting to please him further, she lifted her torso and stood upright again. She let go of the post and took her boobs in her hands again. Swaying to the imaginary music as it ramped up in tempo, she tossed her head from side to side, causing her loosened hair to whip across her face. Again, she heard Damián's breathing change and became emboldened enough to open her eyes.

The lust she saw in his eyes stopped her in mid-motion. She felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped on her. What had gotten into her? She was acting like a—

Slut.

Her hands shook and she closed her eyes, unable to look at Damián. The bed creaked and she was enveloped into the warmth of his arms.

"Where are you Savannah?"

She blinked. She realized she hadn't been sucked into the past by her demons, as she had been so many times before. "I'm here, Sir. Your slut never left you."

"Good girl." He pressed her head to his chest and stroked her bare back in long, relaxing strokes. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. Thank you."

"But I couldn't finish."

He chuckled and she felt the rumble of his laughter against her cheek. "I don't know if I could have taken much more,
bebé
."

He released her body and cupped her chin until he forced her to meet his gaze. "Now, strip out of those shorts and join me in bed."

Damián turned and walked back to the head of the bed. He still wore his leathers and his prosthesis.

"Sir, may I make you more comfortable first?"

He turned around with a puzzled frown on his face. "Comfortable?"

Savannah nodded, unable to speak. She'd never undressed a man before—ever. At least she didn't have to worry about triggers. She suspected she was just experiencing normal anxiety about the unknown. She'd talked with Angelina and Karla a lot in the past two days and knew what she needed to do. But could she pull it off?

Deep breath.

She walked over to him and pulled the tongue of his belt through the loop, then she released the buckle's prong before sliding the belt out of the loops.

Savannah hooked her thumbs inside his leathers and began working them down over his hips. She maneuvered them as far as his knees and stopped. "Sir. I have something to give you, but I can't do it while you have all these clothes on. Maybe you should sit on the bed."

* * *

"Savannah, you don't have to give me anything."

"No, I don't. That's what makes it possible for me to do this. My gift to you. My choice."

Her words wiped every thought from his head. What did she want to give him? Whatever it was, he knew it would be important for him to accept her gift.

Damián sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as she knelt at his feet. His dick bobbed in his briefs at the sight of her kneeling before him. He'd never experienced having a woman kneel gracefully before him, but he imagined this must be what it felt like for Dad with Karla and Marc with Angelina. Fucking beautiful—and hot.

Whoa! Savannah hadn't yet agreed to be his sub.

She pulled on the leathers and he lifted his legs to let her remove them. She stared a moment at his prosthesis, and he reached out to stroke her hair, hoping to calm her fears. He'd never demand that she touch it, but Savannah surprised him when she unstrapped the device and slid it off. Next she removed the black stump sock.

He tried to see it the way Savannah would. He'd only shown her once and she'd accepted it without a qualm, but the ugly stump had to be a turn-off to her at the very least.

She looked up at him and smiled. He felt like he'd been sucker punched. "Is it okay if I massage it?"

Tonight wasn't about sex. Never had been. Seeing her kneeling at his feet definitely had given him ideas, but he quickly shifted his mindset to where it should be. After the abuse he'd given his stump a month ago, a massage would feel great.

"Sure. I'd like that." None of the bottoms he'd worked with before Savannah had ever thought about what his needs might be. He swallowed hard and waited.

Without looking up at him again, she ran her hands lightly over his skin from his knee across his calf, brushing the coarse hairs aside. She lingered over the scar from the bullet he'd taken in the cabin raid. Every time he looked at it he'd remember how close the bullet had come to Savannah's severely battered body.

Her gentle, sensual touch brought him back to the moment and his dick stirred. Chico sure as hell liked her touch, even though she'd come nowhere near him. He held his breath.

She laid her forehead against his thigh but continued to stroke his calf with both hands, her fingers brushed his stump, tentatively at first, then with more pressure in all the right places. He'd abused the hell out of it these past few months and what she was doing felt so good. He closed his eyes and reveled in the feel of her magic hands. He didn't say anything to break the spell, but after a moment, she stopped.

"Damián."

He opened his eyes. "Yes, Savannah?" He loved having his blonde, blue-eyed princess back in his life.

"Let me know if I'm hurting you."

"Oh,
bebé
. What you're doing feels so fucking good." Damián had never thought of his stump as being an erogenous zone, but she was killing him here. He moaned.

Her hands stilled and he thought he'd scared her off, but she soon resumed the tender ministrations. He'd tried to massage his stump himself every night like the physical therapists had instructed him, but her hands were doing a better job of it than he ever could.

Her hands stilled once more and he resigned himself that she might have finished. Probably a good thing, given how Chico was responding to her.

"I…I want to try something. Promise you won't laugh at me."

"Nothing you could do would make me laugh right now,
querida
. I'm at your mercy. Just do whatever you're comfortable with."