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First, Blake showed her where to punch a man to disable him, then how to get out of a stronghold. She couldn't help but notice the heat of his hands on her skin, the firmness of his muscles as they brushed against her, and the way his scent filled her nostrils. It was intoxicating, and she found herself growing more aware of her own body with each passing moment.
"You’re doing great, Savannah," Blake praised her, his breath warm against her ear. "Try not to overthink it. Just use your instincts.”
“Got it. Instincts.” Savannah's pulse raced as Blake stepped in close, his body pressed against hers from behind. They were practicing a defense move, but she couldn't ignore the growing heat between them.
"Remember, elbow into the solar plexus," he instructed, guiding her arm back.
"Like this?" she asked, tossing him a coy smile over her shoulder. She couldn't help herself—the way he was holding her, so close and yet so controlled, made her want to push his buttons.
"Exactly," he replied, though she could hear the strain in his voice. His grip on her tightened, and she felt the unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressing into her lower back.
"Seems like someone's enjoying this a little too much." The words slipped out before Savannah could stop them— a playfuljab that masked her own rising desire. "Maybe you just want to kiss me again, hmm?"
Blake stiffened, his jaw clenched as he tried to maintain control. "Focus, young lady," he growled, frustration seeping into his tone. "This is serious."
"Right, I’m sorry," she agreed, biting back a grin. But as she shifted her weight, she couldn't resist brushing her hips against him one more time, just to see if she could provoke a reaction.
He let out a soft curse under his breath and pulled away, his entire body tense and rigid. "That's enough for today," he declared, his voice thick with unspoken longing.
Before Savannah could respond or tease him further, Blake's phone rang, slicing through the heavy silence. With a sigh, he answered the call and put it on speakerphone.
"Hey man, it's Jax. I've got a lead on the Lucifer. You're not gonna believe what I found," Jax's voice crackled through the speaker, his excitement palpable.
"Tell us," Blake said, his eyes never leaving Savannah's.
She felt a surge of gratitude that he was including her so openly in their investigation.
"Someone on a forum claims they were drugged and taken to the club,” said Jax, “but managed to get away. I've set up a meeting for you two tonight at the Haven. Eight o’clock. Don’t be late."
"Good work, Jax," Blake said, hanging up. He turned to Savannah with a sly grin. "Get ready for an interesting night."
“What kind of place is the Haven?" Savannah asked, trying to focus on the task at hand instead of the lingering heat in her cheeks.
Blake grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. "You're in for a treat."
"Another one?” she asked mischievously.
Blake looked down at his still obvious arousal and then back at Savannah. “The treats will just keep coming when you’re with me, babygirl,” he said. And then he strode off to the bathroom.
Chapter nine
BLAKE
The Haven was a welcome sight, but Blake wasn’t sure what Savannah would make of it.
Daddy Doms and Littles filled the dimly lit space, some cuddling on plush pink and gold couches, whispering secrets into each other's ears, while others kissed or even engaged in more intimate acts. In a darker corner, a BDSM area beckoned to the more adventurous patrons, its walls lined with floggers, cuffs, and leather straps. At the very back of the space, behind that, were three private rooms.
Blake's piercing blue eyes scanned the room as he tried to shake off his lingering embarrassment from earlier. He could still feel the heat of Savannah's body pressed against him, the way her breath had hitched when he'd adjusted her stance for a self-defense move, how his body had betrayed him with a hard-on he couldn't control.
Again.
"Oh my," Savannah whispered, her green eyes wide with excitement and curiosity. "I've never seen anything like this before."
"It’s not your average bar, that’s for sure,” said Blake.
“Is everyone here . . .”
“Into the DDlg community?” Blake finished for her. “Yup. Pretty much. My brothers and I set the place up when we started Paladin Security. We needed a place to hangout and chill that was safe for our clients. Since we always specialized in taking care of Littles, we thought a DDlg-themed bar would be fitting. Somewhere vulnerable Littles feel safe, and free to experiment with their identities. We have a strict no-drugs policy, and everything that happens here is safe, sane, and consensual.”
