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Authors: Brynley Bush
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too hard, tell me your favorite book or your favorite song,”
I tilt my head, considering. “When I was younger, I loved The Chronicles of Narnia . I loved the idea of being able to climb into a wardrobe and disappear into a completely different world. But I don’t have a favorite song, or maybe I just have too many.”
Music was the only thing that had gotten me through that dark, endless, gray time after my father’s death, and I think I lived with earbuds in my ears for at least a year, the ever-changing playlist of songs my constant and often only companion. I still listen to a wide variety of music because it’s the only time I don’t feel alone. There’s always a song to match my mood and assure me that someone else somewhere has felt the same way and has survived.
“What are you thinking?” Roman prompts softly. “You looked sad.”
I give a little shake of my head. “Nothing. How could I be sad here? This is beautiful.”
“Look at the sky.” He pulls me down gently so my head is pillowed on his lap. His thighs are rock hard, and the nearness of him is making me light-headed. “It’s so infinite. Nothing like the grandeur of nature to remind us of our insignificance in the whole scheme of things,” he says wryly.
“I’ve never seen anything more stunning.” He may be bossy as hell and completely intimidating, but I have to give him props for trying to ease my trepidation. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
Content for the moment, I lie there with my head in his lap as he strokes my hair until the helicopter returns, and we begin our ascent out of the canyon and back to reality.
Chapter Six
Roman
The limousine is waiting for us at the helipad when we land. Ava is more relaxed on the drive back to the Strip, and although she’s far from verbose, she’s noticeably more comfortable with me.
Back in town, I introduce her to a sampling of what Las Vegas has to offer. We ride a gondola at the Mandarin, watch the acrobats perform at Circus Circus, and wander through the Bellagio, where I greedily drink in the delight on her face as we stop to watch the dancing fountains in front of the hotel. I haven’t been on a date or gone to so much effort for a girl in years. I’m not quite sure why I’ve made an exception for Ava, other than the fact that I’d quickly realized last night that it’s going to be imperative to win her trust if we’re going to stay on the show, which I’m determined to do. I don’t care about the money or even winning, but if we get voted off, my time with her ends, and with it my chance to see if she could be the permanent submissive I’m looking for, the one who can make me forget the demons that haunt me, if only for a little while.
If anything, she intrigues me more now than she did before the auction. She’s easily embarrassed and almost shy when it comes to anything remotely erotic, but when I looked over her list of hard and soft limits this morning, I noticed she’s agreed to just about everything but the most extreme acts. But somewhat surprisingly, given her obvious willingness to submit to the full spectrum of BDSM, she’s listed intercourse as a hard limit. I fully intend to change her mind about that.
I’m also surprised by how much I enjoy making her smile. She doesn’t smile easily, but when she does, it makes me feel like a fucking king. There’s something about her raw innocence that arouses every Dominant instinct in me, and I want to protect her as much as I want to possess her.
“Are we going back to the hotel?” she asks as we walk down the street back toward the Helix. I thread my fingers with hers, and I’m pleased when she lets me. I’m definitely making progress.
“Not yet,” I say. “I thought we’d go to dinner first. We don’t have to be back until eight o’clock for the meeting.”
“What meeting?” she asks, turning those inquisitive green eyes on me.
“The first official meeting of the games to go over the
I tilt my head, considering. “When I was younger, I loved The Chronicles of Narnia . I loved the idea of being able to climb into a wardrobe and disappear into a completely different world. But I don’t have a favorite song, or maybe I just have too many.”
Music was the only thing that had gotten me through that dark, endless, gray time after my father’s death, and I think I lived with earbuds in my ears for at least a year, the ever-changing playlist of songs my constant and often only companion. I still listen to a wide variety of music because it’s the only time I don’t feel alone. There’s always a song to match my mood and assure me that someone else somewhere has felt the same way and has survived.
“What are you thinking?” Roman prompts softly. “You looked sad.”
I give a little shake of my head. “Nothing. How could I be sad here? This is beautiful.”
“Look at the sky.” He pulls me down gently so my head is pillowed on his lap. His thighs are rock hard, and the nearness of him is making me light-headed. “It’s so infinite. Nothing like the grandeur of nature to remind us of our insignificance in the whole scheme of things,” he says wryly.
“I’ve never seen anything more stunning.” He may be bossy as hell and completely intimidating, but I have to give him props for trying to ease my trepidation. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
Content for the moment, I lie there with my head in his lap as he strokes my hair until the helicopter returns, and we begin our ascent out of the canyon and back to reality.
Chapter Six
Roman
The limousine is waiting for us at the helipad when we land. Ava is more relaxed on the drive back to the Strip, and although she’s far from verbose, she’s noticeably more comfortable with me.
Back in town, I introduce her to a sampling of what Las Vegas has to offer. We ride a gondola at the Mandarin, watch the acrobats perform at Circus Circus, and wander through the Bellagio, where I greedily drink in the delight on her face as we stop to watch the dancing fountains in front of the hotel. I haven’t been on a date or gone to so much effort for a girl in years. I’m not quite sure why I’ve made an exception for Ava, other than the fact that I’d quickly realized last night that it’s going to be imperative to win her trust if we’re going to stay on the show, which I’m determined to do. I don’t care about the money or even winning, but if we get voted off, my time with her ends, and with it my chance to see if she could be the permanent submissive I’m looking for, the one who can make me forget the demons that haunt me, if only for a little while.
If anything, she intrigues me more now than she did before the auction. She’s easily embarrassed and almost shy when it comes to anything remotely erotic, but when I looked over her list of hard and soft limits this morning, I noticed she’s agreed to just about everything but the most extreme acts. But somewhat surprisingly, given her obvious willingness to submit to the full spectrum of BDSM, she’s listed intercourse as a hard limit. I fully intend to change her mind about that.
I’m also surprised by how much I enjoy making her smile. She doesn’t smile easily, but when she does, it makes me feel like a fucking king. There’s something about her raw innocence that arouses every Dominant instinct in me, and I want to protect her as much as I want to possess her.
“Are we going back to the hotel?” she asks as we walk down the street back toward the Helix. I thread my fingers with hers, and I’m pleased when she lets me. I’m definitely making progress.
“Not yet,” I say. “I thought we’d go to dinner first. We don’t have to be back until eight o’clock for the meeting.”
“What meeting?” she asks, turning those inquisitive green eyes on me.
“The first official meeting of the games to go over the
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