Becoming Sir (5 page)

Laughing, she explained. “It’s a get together; food, friends, conversation - that sort of thing. I would be honored to attend with you, if you’ll have me.”

Adorable
, darling, Sarah - her submissiveness was alluring. “I’d be grateful if you’d let me tag along, Snowflake.”

“May I ask you
something, Mr. Morrison?” she asked with bemusement in her voice.

Sawyer
shook his head. He didn’t know if he would ever get used to a woman asking permission for everything. “Of course.”

“Why
do you call me Snowflake?”

He
hadn’t even realized he had been calling her that. Glancing toward the window, the Denver day was cloudless, vivid and clear, the burnt oranges, rusty reds and saffron yellow colors of the leaves scattered across the landscape. Fall was nearing its end and Sawyer wondered how long it would be until the first snowfall. He cherished winters in Colorado.

“Because winter is my favo
rite time of year. I grew up the majority of my childhood in Arizona and I love the change of season,” he answered. “Your face was so bright the first time I saw you, and the added color of your eyes and the way your skin glimmered under the lights… you reminded me of a beautiful snowflake.” As soon as the statement spilled out of him, he regretted it. The whole open communication thing was foreign to him and made him feel weak, and the silence on the other end of the phone only added to his discomfort. “I apologize. If me calling you that makes you uncomfortable, it won’t happen again,” he replied when she didn’t immediately respond.

“Please, Mr. Morrison,
there’s no need to apologize,” she said quietly. “I adore the name you’ve chosen for me. I’ll meet you at the club at six. Is that satisfactory?”

He
heaved with relief. “Yes, I’ll see you then.”

***

Sawyer anticipated an interesting night. He wasn’t a people person and dreaded being forced to be social. It was bad enough he had to do it for job, but in private? No thanks. Even though he knew it was good for him, it didn’t make him any less uneasy. He had no idea what the dress-code was to a function with a deceptive name that reminded him of oral sex, but decided to dress casually in dark jeans and an arsenic black suit coat with a white collared shirt underneath.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he ran his fingers through his
silver-frosted, coffee-brown hair. It was overgrown and in sore need of a cut so before showering, he took the clippers to it, tapering the sides down and leaving the top longer.  Having been out in the field for so many years with The Agency, he had learned the finer points of surviving on his own, and that included cooking and cutting his own hair, and a few other unmentionable and unsavory skills as well.

When he pulled up to
the Dark Asylum, Sarah was waiting out front for him. He waited in his car for a moment, watching her interact with some of the others as they made their way in. Her round face and kind smile was kindled with a sort of passionate beauty. What made a woman like her tick? He wanted to probe the depths of her psyche and find out what kinds of things she liked and disliked.  She had stated she was neither a sadist nor masochist, so exactly what were her turn-on’s?

Meeting her
at the door, her eyes scanned his body and a smile stole onto her eager face. When their eyes met, Sawyer felt a shock run through him.

“Y
ou look spectacular, Mr. Morrison” she said with a rasp of excitement in her voice and her eyes sending him a private message. Reaching a hand out, she touched his forearm.

“Likewise,
Snowflake. Shall we?” He opened the door and guided her through, but not before noticing a spark in her eyes at his nickname.

Once inside,
Sawyer and Sarah were greeted by several people, including the club owner, Kerian, and Derrick, the club manager. There were conversations and introductions, and from the sounds coming from the rear of the club, even a few scenes being played out in the back rooms.

Sawyer
made his way around the club, taking it all in. It was such a strange environment to be in and so far out of the ordinary ‘vanilla’ life as they called it.  Yet everyone that he came into contact with was well-mannered and engaging.

He
noted that Sarah remained respectful towards him at all times, never leaving his side or speaking out of turn. Though she remained acquiescent to all the Doms, she was particularly attentive to him which he found enthralling. She seemed to relish his small touches, but he remained mindful of where he placed his hands, not wanting to cross any lines or make her feel uncomfortable.

Half-way through the night, Dylan and Isabel showed up.
Dylan’s mood was noticeably serious and it was hard not to miss Isabel’s red swollen eyes even though they both tried to put on a care-free façade. Sawyer could only guess the reason why.

Hating to see
anything but joy on their faces, he pulled them aside to a quiet room and sat them down, wanting to reassure them that everything was going to be okay.

“You two look a mess,”
he announced to the pair.

Isa’s bottom lip began to tremble and Dylan wrapped a
shielding arm around her shoulders. Sawyer wanted to put Isa at ease and tell her that he had taken care of everything, and there was nothing to worry about, but he and Dylan had decided it was best she didn’t know the gory details of her father’s demise. She simply thought Emilio had killed himself and written the letter of apology to Isabel on his own. It was the closure she needed to move on with her life, and Sawyer was more than happy to provide it.

He
had often wondered if Isa suspected anything or if her mind had just clouded over the facts of that dreadful night and had accepted what he and Dylan had told her to save her own sanity. He would never know.

Despite knowing Dylan felt
guilty about lying to Isabel, Sawyer had convinced him that if Isa knew the complete truth, it would only make matters worse and most likely, she would have a mental breakdown. Some things were best left unsaid, especially when it would do no good for the facts to be known.

“
I don’t want my father’s money…” Isa began. “Those people can have it for all I care, but Master says I deserve it after everything Papa put me through. Tell him, Sawyer; tell my Master it’s best to just let sleeping dogs lie and move on,” she pleaded with tear-filled eyes.

Dylan pulled Isa close and fingered
her chin, staring at her sternly. “You know better than to challenge my authority and decisions, and Sawyer isn’t going to change my mind. That money is yours to do with whatever you want. After what that man put you through…”

“Please, Sir,
please…
” she continued to beg, looking to Sawyer for help.

“Young is right, Isabel.
I’m sorry.”

Isa sharply looked away from them both as if she had been betrayed
by the two Doms. “I don’t want it. It will only serve as a reminder of everything he did to my mother and the both of you.”

It was just like Isabel
to not even think about what that son-of-a-bitch had done to her. For fuck’s sake – he had beaten her to the point of being unable to have children and nearly killed her husband. They both deserved the money.

Dylan shook his head and blinked long and hard. “This di
scussion is over, Isabel Young. That money is yours. If you want to give it away or burn it when everything is said and done, that’s fine, but for now, things are moving forward as planned.”

Sarah moved to the far end of the small room,
uncomfortable with what was playing out in front of her. Sawyer reached for her hand and pulled her close, feeling the sudden need to protect her as well, though he wasn’t sure what he was defending her from. She hid her face in his chest, but reached a hand out to Isabel and squeezed her shoulder in a gesture of submissive solidarity and acknowledgement of Isabel’s frustration and pain.

Isabel attempted to scoot away from Dylan but his strong grip pulled her back by her waist.

“I didn’t make this decision to hurt you, Baby Girl. I love you…” He paused, before burying his face in her hair. “Oh, hell,” he wavered. “We don’t need the stress; not with the possibility of a baby coming.” Isabel shot Dylan a look of surprise for telling their secret. “I told Sawyer today,” he confessed with an apologetic look and Isa’s alarmed eyes softened.

“It’s wonderful news, C
ookie. You two deserve to have a family,” Sawyer smiled down at Isa, knowing that she found the nickname he had given her sweet.

Isa immediately
returned his smile. She had been through so much and come through it stronger, she was the toughest cookie he knew, all 5’1” of her. Hell, she even stood toe-to-toe fearlessly against Dylan in an epic show down of wills at one point. Even in the face of Dylan’s fierce dominance and threat of punishment, she didn’t give an inch. She was a Domme through-and-through when the situation called for it, as well as a submissive, and it was a beautifully sexy and frightening thing to witness.

Isabel nuzzled into Dylan’s neck when she heard his voice soften. “I’m s
orry for doubting your decision, Master. I know you love me and only want the best for me,” she purred.

Dylan’s hand snaked up to her neck and he planted a passionate kiss on her mouth, their tongues mingling
endlessly. Sarah and Sawyer both watched with affection as the couple displayed their love for one another unabashedly. Sarah’s hand came up and rested on his chest directly over his heart, making his pulse thud rapidly against his chest wall. He wasn’t sure Sarah even realized what she had done as her eyes stayed focused on Dylan and Isabel.  He reached his hand around her back and gently tugged her long hair, forcing her to direct her attention onto him. With the smacking sounds and panting of Dylan and Isabel’s rapidly intensifying make out session, Sawyer planted a firm kiss on Sarah’s forehead.

Her
eyes closed and her mouth parted, a soft breath barely heard. When Sawyer pulled away, her eyes fluttered open, the neediness and confusion hard to miss in her penetrating eyes. He studied her thoughtfully for a moment, sensing she wanted more but was afraid to ask, and perhaps even feeling guilty for thinking about it. He decided to remedy her indecision by taking the initiative of offering her more.

“W
ould you like another?” he lifted an eyebrow at her.

She
nodded slowly, still unable to voice her desires.  Yanking her locks harder and wrapping his fingers deep into her mane at the nape of her neck, he ghosted his mouth over her cheek, trailing small delicate kisses along her jawline. He wanted to invade her mouth and to feel her tongue gliding over his teeth, but he could feel her hesitation when her body stiffened. Stopping just shy of her lips, he left a single wet kiss on the corner of her mouth.  Everything around them faded out and only Sarah’s blue irises shone in the romantically lit room.  She blinked rapidly and focused on Sawyer’s mouth, her nails digging into his chest as if insisting on more.

Unexpectedly
and softly, Isabel moaned out. Sawyer’s eyes darted towards Dylan and Isa. They were oblivious to him and Sarah, and were sprawled out on the small love-seat. Isabel’s skirt was hiked up over her shapely hips, her hands pinned high above her head, and Dylan’s face was buried in her exposed pussy. Guiding Sarah out of the room, they left them to their privacy.

Sarah reached into her pocket
pulling out a neatly folded piece of paper. “Before I forget, here are the answers to your questions, but before I give it to you, I’d like to add a little more.”

“Thank
you, I’ll read your responses tonight…” Sawyer trailed off, curious what she was going to share with him.

Sarah
promptly seated herself at a small table and feverishly wrote more on the paper. Remembering that she had mentioned a demonstration was going to be held on sensual sadism, he scanned the room for the couple who were going to give the demo. The subject was intriguing and sounded like something he might like to investigate and research further. After several minutes, Sarah refolded the piece of paper and handed it back to him, a light of desire illuminating her cobalt eyes. He gripped her hand and walked toward the back of the club.

“I was hoping to watch the
scene with Elizabeth and John.”

The corners of Sarah’s mouth rose ever so slightly. “Sensual sadism
interests you? It’s very fascinating to watch. I’ve always wanted to try it. What I mean to say is: I have to a certain degree, but my Sir and I never really had the chance to delve into it fully before he…” she broke off midsentence. “He was mainly into bondage and a few other things.” Her mouth snapped closed and she swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I mean you no disrespect by dwelling on my former Master. This is about you.”

Sawyer
shook his head in disagreement and framed her face in his large palms and focused on her stunning eyes. “It’s good for you to talk about your experiences with your husband. And this isn’t about just me; it’s about us and what we can learn about one another.”

She
sighed and said nothing more as they walked in silence to the farthest and smallest back room. The setting was extremely intimate even though it was crowded with people wanting to watch Liz and John in action.