Becoming Sir (12 page)

The
mood in the room seemed to lighten and Sawyer was able to relax as Luke went to work on Claire’s body. Sawyer watched and listened closely to everything Luke was telling and showing him. On occasion he would look to Sarah who seemed to be mesmerized by the Frenchman’s skill. Claire’s entire body showed the damage of a masochist, but every one of the marks was like a finely etched tattoo, and each one told its own story. On her silky, dark mocha skin, they were nothing less than splendid. 

Luke’s movements were swift
and calculated, but never harsh, and Sawyer was surprised at the finesse he demonstrated with the intimidating implement.

After nearly half an hour of setting Claire’
s body ablaze, Luke finished her off by slowly fucking her from behind as he held her out and away from his body as to not injure her freshly whipped back. Claire pushed her ass out to accept Luke’s lengthy shaft as he thrust into her unhurriedly, penetrating her depths over and over while softly speaking his praises to her.

Sawyer
looked away as the pair’s orgasms neared and caught Sarah’s eyes on him. There was an air of meekness about her that captivated him and something in her calm manner that soothed him. They locked eyes while Claire and Luke grunted and came together, and a hot ache grew in Sawyer’s throat as Sarah’s eyes implored him for something unknown.

Luk
e pulled out of Claire and rid himself of his condom, then unshackled her quickly and swept her up into his sinewy arms. Carrying her to the bed, he laid her out while both he and Isabel eased her wounds with a medicinal-scented herbal salve. Luke cooed sweet French words into Claire’s ear while Isabel kissed her forehead and cradled her. Watching Isabel care so tenderly for Claire, Sawyer knew she would make a wonderful mother someday.

Luke bega
n to suck at Claire’s nipples while Isabel watched ardently and assisted by holding Claire’s breast up for Luke. Claire wrapped an arm around Isabel’s neck, raised her head and kissed the tender spot below her chin as she ran her fingers through Isabel’s yellow curls. Isabel tilted her head downward and the two pressed their lips together, their tongues twisting together slowly.

T
he dazzling contrast in the two women’s skin color reminded Sawyer of hot cocoa swirling around in warm milk. It was sensual and arousing to watch the two women engage in light petting, and Sawyer wondered how Dylan felt about Isabel being so affectionate and sexual with another female. Looking over, it was clear to see that Dylan was just as turned on as he was by Isabel’s intimate gestures toward Claire as he stood at the foot of the bed, his hand gliding over the erection that was pressed into his pants.

Isabel’s eyes fluttered open and without disengaging from Claire’
s mouth, her eyes shifted upward and locked into Dylan’s heated gaze.

“That’s it, L
ove, just like that,” Dylan gave his authorization.

Moving behind Sarah,
Sawyer wrapped his arms around her thick waist and buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her floral scent along with the sex still lingering in the air. He ground his erection into the small of her back and she responded by pushing back into him and accepting his touch as they looked on.

“They’
re gorgeous,” Sarah stated softly.

“So are you, Snowflake.
I would love to see you join them.”

Sarah turned her head to the side, her eyes expectant. “May I, Sir?”

“Go.”

Sarah turned her body to
Sawyer and lifted her arms, allowing him to slip her dress up and off of her. Kneeling in front of her, Sawyer removed her pumps, and rolled each of her stockings down slowly, skimming his fingertips along the back of her legs. Just before standing, he planted a soft kiss on her panty covered mound and grinned up at her.

Wearing only
her panties and corset, Sarah tiptoed to the bed and stood near, waiting for an invitation.  Claire offered her hand first, then Isabel. Luke crawled to the foot of the bed and sprawled out, resting on one elbow like a lion watching his pride of lionesses play as the three women began to touch and massage each other, all the while whispering feminine nothings in each other’s ears. 

Sawyer
would’ve given anything to know the words being spoken, but he was only left to his dirty imagination. His cock throbbed intensely and he was so excited, he felt as if he would implode from the sheer heat his body was putting off.  Caught up in the vision of Sarah caressing Claire’s mound and slipping her fingers in, he forgot about the other men in the room until he felt Dylan’s hand on his shoulder.

“It’s a beautiful sight, isn’t it?”

“Fuck, yes,” he growled.

Claire’s body rose, allowing Isabel to spread out on the bed
, and she and Sarah helped her to undress. The women moved leisurely, enjoying the show they were putting on for the three men, their movements slow and purposefully teasing. Isabel lifted her hips so that Sarah could slide her thong down her smooth thighs, while Claire pulled her pale-blue, satin top over her head and removed her corset. When Isabel was fantastically naked, she looked to Dylan for consent.

“My naughty places are in need of attention, Master,” Isabel
stated in a silky voice that was more of a request than a declaration.

Dylan smiled wickedly and
nodded his head, his deep, thick voice filling the room when he spoke. “Let them feast on your sweet cunt, my little wench.”

Isabel’s eyes flickered
keenly and she smiled as she lay back and spread her short legs wide. Claire dove in first, fingering and licking at Isabel while Sarah massaged and kissed her large breasts. Claire raised her head briefly to kiss Sarah, their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths and sharing Isabel’s taste before returning to the buffet laid out before her. After several minutes, Isabel’s breathing quickened and her moans became louder. With her eyes tightly closed, she gently pushed Claire away.

Her eyes met Dylan’
s. “All my orgasms belong to you, Master. Finish me?”

Dylan moved to the bed and kneeled on it,
holding his hand out to Isabel. “That’s my good girl,” he smiled. She met the smile and the hand which was offered to her, and stood.

“
In due time, love, but first, I have an appointment with my Mistress,” he grinned crookedly at her before leading her to the suspension rig. Handing her the whip, he bowed his head benevolently, “You’re up.”

Isabel’s eyes dilated as she
pushed her shoulders back and rubbed her hand over Dylan’s rigid cock. She looked ethereal and dreamlike in the dim lighting, but fierce.

“
So are you, my sweet lover.”

***

Still mildly stunned by having watched Dylan submit to Isabel, Sawyer drove with Sarah to the Dark Asylum deep in thought. He was quiet the entire drive thinking about everything he had learned in the previous two hours and with the still lingering images of the three women fondling each other.

Thinking about the upcoming scene, he hoped he w
ould give everyone a good show at the club and more importantly, not make a fool of himself or hurt Isabel. She had volunteered to be his first ‘victim’ and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Sarah, too, remained silent and seemed to
withdraw after having watched Dylan and Isabel’s scene.

“Did seeing Isabel in control upset you?”
Sawyer asked, reaching over and taking Sarah’s hand.

“No, it was beautiful to see and I’m honored they shared that with me,”
she came back with.

Sawyer
nodded, feeling the same way, but still wondering why Sarah was so distant.

“You looked amazing
tonight with Isabel and Claire. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes, Sir. Did you enjoy watching?”

Sawyer let out a short burst of laughter. “Three gorgeous women play-fucking… what do you think?”

“I think if your
dick had gotten any harder, it could have doubled as a steel girder,” Sarah quipped nonchalantly.

Hi
s eyes widened to her hilariously bawdy remark. “How uncouth!” he teased and she promptly blushed.

“I’m sorry, Sir,”
she stammered, her cheeks glowing bright red.

“Don’t be. I quite like lewd Snowflake.”

She chortled and squeezed his arm, but then quieted back down and stared out the window.

At the club, a small
crowd had already gathered in anticipation of Luke’s showing. A visitor from a far off land wielding a whip masterfully seemed like something everyone was keen on seeing. Luke would warm Isabel up for Sawyer and then hand over the reins, so to speak. Before having left the Youngs’ house, Sawyer had tested out the menacing whip and swung it at least a hundred times if not more, getting a feel for how the whip felt in his hands. But testing it out on the back wall would be nothing compared to wielding it against flesh.

Sarah stood with the group
while Isabel stripped down to her white satin and velvet corset and lace thong. Dylan whispered things in her ear and caressed her cheeks while Sawyer restrained her arms above her to a spreader bar that was hanging from the ceiling in a large room. He was still getting accustomed to using leather cuffs and he fumbled slightly. Feeling out of his element, he began to worry everyone around him would sense his inexperience, but was relieved that no one seemed to notice.

Next, he moved to her ankles.
Placing a steel pipe with soldered metal cuffs at each end in front of her feet, Isabel adjusted her legs to a wide stance as he cuffed her ankles into place. Still kneeling, his eyes moved up Isabel’s petite form, pausing briefly on the dark-blonde hair just visible through her sheer panties, her curved hips and overabundant, uptilted breasts oozing out the top of her corset. When their eyes met, Isabel was smiling down at him.

“You
have a gentle yet firm and reassuring touch, Sawyer, and you’re well on your way to making a wonderful Dom. I’m honored that you’ve allowed me to help you learn.” Isabel's voice was fragile and shaking; her eyes half-closed and clouded.

Sawyer
straightened himself with dignity, impressed with the obvious confidence he inspired in Isabel. He had always found Isabel charming in submissive mode, but to see her being docile for him, he felt a twinge of something unfamiliar for her; a combination of arousal and deep caring not unlike love. Normally those feelings would be accompanied with guilt, but Sawyer knew it was because of the setting and nothing more and that Dylan and Isabel wouldn’t be insulted by his emotions.

Sawyer
touched Isabel’s cheek tenderly and skimmed his fingers down over her diamond and leather collar. Her seductive young body and scent were calling to him and she purred with appreciation as she leaned into his touch.

“When it’s my turn, be very still, Cookie. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Isabel’s eyes fluttered open. “But I want you to hurt me, Sir.”

Oh, Isabel - always the masochist. Sawyer smiled and then grew serious. Only inches away from her face, he took her head into his large hands and held it securely. “That’s my decision alone to make. Understood?” Sawyer growled, low and deep.

Isabel’s eyes widened and she wet her lips. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s a good girl. No more speaking unless it’s to cry out in pleasure in which case, scream all you want.”

Isabel nodded, her
observant tawny eyes scanning his face.

Sawyer moved behind Isabel, loosening the strings of her corset slowly, teasing her with each of his movements and being mindful of where his fingertips touched h
er skin. When the fabric sagged revealing her pale back, he firmly pressed his fingers against her spine. He had always wondered what she tasted like so he licked her shoulder blade. Isabel’s body shuddered and the chains overhead jangled loudly.

Sawyer backed away reluctantly, wanting
to taste more of her salty, perfumed skin. Luke moved into Sawyer’s spot. He was holding a much larger whip than the one they had practiced with and Sawyer’s queasiness returned.

“Are you ready, Little Dove?” Luke asked.

When Isabel nodded, he began stroking her back with the whip at a steady pace, reddening her apricot and milky white skin.  The mass that had congregated gasped when Luke’s movements became more concentrated on the backs of her thighs and exposed ass. Several times, Sawyer had to focus on something other than the torture that Isabel was enduring. He would never understand how someone could delight in causing pain to something so fragile and delicate. He watched Dylan closely, waiting for the moment he would jump in and kick Luke’s teeth in for handling his wife in such a manner, but no such thing happened.  Dylan did, however, watch Isabel very closely, never taking his eyes away from her as his eyes inspected her for signs of impending danger.

After s
everal minutes, Luke motioned for Dylan to bring the smaller whip over to Sawyer, but he stayed close, ready to assist and guide his hand. Sawyer felt immediate relief seeing the smaller leather tool. Feeling restricted, Sawyer kicked off his shoes and stripped down to only his slacks and tank top. Before he began, he looked to Dylan for reassurance who nodded his approval.