Becoming Sir (16 page)

Sawyer felt the blood rise to his cheeks. He doubted he would ever get used to people being so sexually liberated and speaking so openly about such private things.

Seeing Sawyer’s color-stained cheeks, Kerian stifled a laugh as to not interrupt the intense flogging that was taking place only twenty feet away on a large metropolitan table. “Why the sudden shyness?”

Sawyer
shrugged, unable to put his thoughts into a logical explanation.

“Would you prefer some privacy or are the rest of
us free to watch?” Kerian asked.

Sawyer rubbed his chin mulling over the question. He would be more comfortable if things were done privately
considering it was his first time. But then again, he would be apt to fuck more admirably if people were watching and judging his performance. “I’d prefer privacy for now. Maybe later this evening I’d be more comfortable performing in front of everyone.”

“Later?” Kerian chuckled. “Do you think you have the stamina for more than one
encounter this evening?”

Sawyer fe
lt mildly offended but scoffed, “Of course, I do.”

“Enjoy it while you’re still young!” Kerian slapped Sawyer’s back and walked away, his black and silver hair swinging around his neck.

“Shall we, Angel?” Sawyer took a hold of Ciara’s hand.

“This way, Master Morrison.
The lubricant, condoms and towels are over here. Where would you like me?”

Sawyer looked
around the huge room and spotted a large Trousdale four-poster bed. Lascivious thoughts filled his mind at the different possibilities and positions he could take Ciara on such a large area. He pointed to the bed and seated himself on the edge when he approached it. While Ciara readied things, Sawyer took in the remainder of the room. 

The
brick walls were painted a deep blood-red and the floors were covered in hand-woven tapestries like those he had seen on his travels to India and other exotic locations. The equipment within the room rivaled that of things he had only read about in gothic times, from large intimidating St. Andrew’s crosses, of which there were two, three queen-sized beds like the one he was on, three spanking horses of various sizes and in different locations, two large golden cages, one massive suspension rig, and mirrors on every wall and above every bed, reflecting the lights and leaving no corner darkened.

One
particularly unusual looking bed caught his eye. It was made of old, distressed wood and had shackling points on every corner like all the other beds, but this one also had a large hole on the footboard that looked to be just big enough to fit a head through.

On one wall, there was an array of belts, whips, floggers and
sharp, prickly sexual tools that would make the vanilla world’s skin crawl and send them running for high ground or the nearest confessional. Sawyer shook his head and inwardly laughed thinking about how Sonya, a devout Catholic, would’ve reacted had she seen the room. She would’ve ended up in therapy, no doubt.

At the far end of the room and near the entrance, there was a seati
ng area that featured two long demilune sofas made of silk mohair and silk cord trim, along with four matching club chairs. Just to the side of the seating was an elegant
Lafayette Bar that featured gold marble tops on front and back bars, with gold and silver leaf finish, and illuminated shelves and a mirrored back.  The room when taken in small bite sizes was lovely, but when viewing it as a whole, was staggering. The room easily contained enough equipment and furnishings that cost one year of Sawyer’s earnings, even with his pay raise.

“It’s a beautiful room
, no?” Ciara asked as she
brought over a tall, six panel privacy partition and set it up, blocking their view from the rest of the players.

Sawyer chuckled with casual amusement and shook his head. “Beautiful is an understatement; it’s more like magnificent and a bit frightening.”

“The same could be said about you, Master Morrison
,” Ciara whispered, undressing and letting her gown pool at her feet.

Sawyer’s eyes
lowered as did his voice when she crawled
between his legs on all fours.
“How am I frightening?”

She
responded in a voice that was like velvet – soft and thick. “The power that you exude is fear-provoking. I’m not sure if you’re even aware of it, but you give off the most spellbinding dominant vibes I’ve ever been faced with. Perhaps it’s because it’s natural and not forced. Whatever the case may be, it’s alarming to think about what I would allow you to do to my body and mind if I were to give in to you.”

Ciara looked shocked when Sawyer’s eyes suddenly filled with fierce sparkling. He moved swiftly
before she had a chance to process what was happening. Grabbing her around the waist with one hand and behind the neck with the other, he laid her body out beneath him and pinned her down on her back.

Pure, raw and unadult
erated desire blazed in his eyes. “What do you mean
if
you were to give in to me?”

She
was too surprised to do anything more than gasp out from the sudden submission that was being forced on her and she froze. She swallowed loudly, her eyes rapidly darting from Sawyer’s mouth to his eyes, and back.

“Master Morrison…” she exhaled almost inaudibly
, her voice shaky. “I didn’t mean…”

Pressing his body harder against her,
the air left her lungs and cut her statement short. Sawyer’s hand moved from her neck down and underneath her as he explored the hollows of her back “Are you not giving in to me now? Were you not giving in to me when I sunk my teeth into your soft, delicious flesh? Tell me, Ciara.” Sawyer’s roving hand stilled and locked against her spine. “Is this all of you? Because I fucking want
all
of you. Now tell me, are you my slave to do with what I want or not?” Sawyer spoke calmly but with an intensity that belied his furious passion. 

Ciara began to pant uncontrollably and
twist in his arms on the bed beneath Sawyer. When she tried to resist him, his heart thundered in his chest and his grip tightened. There was no way he was releasing her without sampling her first.

Sawyer’s
attitude became lethal and suddenly his dark eyes grew wild. “Don’t you dare try and resist me, Angel. You’ve given me a taste of Mastery and I want more. Now tell me what I want to hear,” he spoke louder, his voice echoing his longing.

Ciara settled back, her
body becoming limp in his arms as her eyes grew large and liquid. Sawyer’s eyes in return caught hers and held her gaze steady. When the muscles of his forearm hardened beneath her, she nearly sobbed out her response.

“Yes, you are my Master, and I am giving in
to you. Completely. Fuck me, Master Morrison.
Please,
take all of me.”

“I will and I’ll start with your ass.”

***

Dressed and still dazed from the
passionate fucking he had just engaged in, Sawyer stumbled to the bar area and retrieved the largest bottle of water that was available while Ciara cleaned up. He gulped it down, droplets of water dribbling down his chin.

“A little sex drun
k, are you?” Kerian laughed from behind.

“Uh-huh” he
mumbled, chugging down the last bit of water before cracking opening another bottle.

“Well, then, Precious
has made me proud. I hope you found her ass sufficiently tight for your needs.”

Coughing and sputtering, Sawyer
wiped his mouth and laughed. “Damn, Kerian. Yes, it was tight enough.”

Just then Ciara made her way over and it was hard to miss the healthy glow on her gorgeous face.

“You’ve made me proud, Precious,” Kerian stated, pulling his fingers through her hair. Sawyer couldn’t help but feel a stab of jealousy at the loving gesture that was being displayed toward his Angel. It wasn’t only anal sex he had gotten from his encounter, but an intense bonding experience. Ciara had given herself over to him completely and Kerian was right, he would never feel the same about such a woman again, or look at himself in the same way.

Looking away from Kerian, her starry eyes focused on Sawyer.

“Master Morrison,” she smiled and promptly redirected her eyes to the floor.

It had only be
en moments since their anal-fest, but Sawyer’s cock hardened thinking about her svelte body and the feeling of her snug ass around his cock. He had never felt such exquisiteness as the feeling of her puckered hole clutching at his dick. He wanted to experience all of her, and that included her mouth.

“Are you ready for more, Angel?” he asked.

Kerian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “My, my, Mr. Morrison. I guess you weren’t lying when you said you go more than once. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit envious of your stamina. I have the stage set if you’re feeling up to scening.”

“As
a matter of fact, I am feeling
up
to it. I saw a few things lying around in your kinky trove that I’d like to try out if you’re feeling
up
to sharing your expertise and guiding my hand.”

“You know how to stroke a man’s ego, Mr. Morrison! I’d be delighted!” Kerian perked up.

Gripping Ciara’s elbow, Sawyer guided her to a long table that looked like something from medieval times that could have doubled as a sacrificial alter. During the very short walk, he whispered in her ear, “I want to see you squirm, Angel; like you had me squirming just moments ago. This body of yours was built for sin and decadent pleasures, and I’m thankful you were cast out from the heavens to please me.” Her body shivered and a small moan slipped past her lips. “Are my words making you wet?” he asked, nipping the lobe of her ear as they paused at the side of the table.

“Yes, Master Morrison… so very wet.”

“If you’re a very good girl, I might taste you. Now, lie down on your back and spread those beautiful legs wide for your Masters.”

Moving quickly but with the grace of a dancer, Ciara climbed atop the table and did as she was told. Music was cued overhead to the tune of
Carmina Baruna, O Fortuna. He had never been fond of classical music. It reminded him too much of the kind of upper-class pricks he would rather shove his foot up their asses than to be in their company, but the song spoke to him. Maybe it was the setting or the sight of Ciara’s willing, sweat-glistened body and everyone’s eyes on him. He couldn’t be sure exactly what it was, just that the feeling of excitement started in his toes, worked its way up to his hardened cock and settled in his brain.

He set aside several i
tems to play with and pointed out a few others to Kerian before moving to Ciara. Leaning down, he placed his palm flat against her soft belly.

“I’m enamored with all your curves and edges, and perfect i
mperfections, Angel,” he quoted one of his favorite songs.

A distinct
quivering was felt emanating from her core and Sawyer smiled at the way her body answered to him. He had never felt so physically attracted to any one woman in his life, ever. Not his wife, not Sonya, not even his dear Snowflake. His draw to her was entirely physical and instinctual, and came from a place of pure masculinity. It made no sense – he hardly knew her, but her submissiveness had triggered something in his brain and he couldn’t turn it off. It wasn’t only his cock doing his thinking for him but his ego, and he was well aware of it, but he wasn’t going to deny those feelings or his desires.

A low growl started in his throat and made its way p
ast his lips when Ciara licked her lips.

“
Are you ready, Mr. Morrison?” Kerian’s voice broke through his aroused trance.

Sawyer hesitantly look
ed away from Ciara and nodded yes. He grabbed the electro double Warternburg pinwheel that looked much like a regular double pinwheel but with an electroeroticism twist. Sawyer clicked the button and touched the prickly end of it to his index finger. He felt a jolt of electricity surge through his hand when he rolled it over the pad of his finger, causing his wrist muscles to stiffen. Yes, it would work well for his needs. He smiled down at Ciara whose eyes were glassy with anticipation.

“I’m not going to bind you
because I want to see you writhing with need. Don’t disappointment me and make me resort to bondage. Can I count on you to keep your arms beside you, palms flat against the table?”

“I
’ll do my very best for you, Master,” she answered with a pensive twinkle in the shadow of her eyes.

“
I don’t want your best; I want your everything. Now tell me that you won’t disappointment me and don’t make me ask again,” he came back with more sternly.

Ciara cringed at the tone of his voice.
“Yes, Master, I won’t disappoint you.”

Sawyer looked to Kerian. “
Would you mind giving me a hand?”

“Of course. I’m always
keen on helping a fellow Master engage in wicked play,” he smiled evilly.

“The Magic Wand, will you stimulate
her gently while I try this out?” he gripped the pinwheel.