The Naughty Stuff (7 page)

From Becoming Sir

When Sawyer turned to face Kate, her toned and muscular body was gloriously naked, her bronze skin glowing under the yellow-gold lighting. It was hard for him not to appreciate such a fine specimen even if she wasn’t his type. Sitting in the chair, her legs were spread wide as she fingered herself.

Dylan motioned with his head toward Kate. “Did you give her permission to do that to herself?”
 

“I most certainly did not.”

“Deal with it,” Dylan instructed.

Sawyer grabbed a pair of fur-lined leather cuffs and strode over to her, gripping her wrist and pulling her fingers out of her glistening pussy.

“Enough of that,” he grumbled.

Kate poked her tongue out and attempted to bring her fingers to her mouth, but his strong grip didn’t allow her to. He swiftly pulled her hand down and fumbled with the cuffs before securing one of her hands to the shackles.
  She softly giggled at his mishandling of the restraint and Sawyer’s eyes shot up to hers.

“You only get to laugh at me once,” he snarled, staring directly into her eyes.

With the speed and agility of a man who meant his words, he strapped her other wrist down purposefully, cinching the cuff to an appropriate but secure fit, and tugging on the restraint to test its stability causing Kate to gasp out at his harsh, sudden movement. The smile quickly faded from her face and one side of Sawyer’s mouth curled upwards.

“I’m a fast learner, Kate,” he smirked.

Kneeling in front of her, the smell of Kate’s musky perfume and pussy wafted past his nose, urging him forward, and Sawyer felt the sudden impulse to tease her. He leaned down and licked the inside of her thigh just above her knee while his hands secured her ankles. She closed her eyes and whimpered as Sawyer nibbled his way up the inside of her thigh, thrusting her hips forward the closer Sawyer got to her pussy.

“Lick me… more,” she
demanded, her voice breathy and needy.

He didn’t like being told what to do, even if he was new at it. “You’ll get more when I see fit,” he stood boldly.

Her red glossed lips formed a perfect pout and he began to wonder how they would feel wrapped around his cock. He moved back to the table and with Dylan’s assistance, decided on a bit of sensual torture for the brazen submissive. Sawyer decided first to instruct her to keep her eyes closed, wondering how well she could follow instructions. She complied and he began by sweeping the feathers over her body. First over her nipples causing them to harden and then finishing them off by pulling them to a point with his fingers. Next, he dusted the feathers over her cheeks and Kate’s eyes popped open.

“
Tsk, tsk. I said closed,” he said smoothly with no expression on his face.

Kate’s mouth curved into a cynical frown. Standing back, his hands fell to his side. He meant what he said. When he stood motionless glaring at her, she gave in and closed her eyes.
Dylan then handed him the tawse next and Sawyer began to slap the stiff leather over the tops of her breasts and thighs, pinking up her skin.

He liked the way it felt in his hands; firm and unyielding. It would be too easy for him to get overambitious with his efforts and he worried he might be delivering too hard of blows, so before he continued, he asked “Color?”

“Green. Keep going.”

Damn if Kate, aka Sam, wasn’t a challenging submissive.

“Flick your wrist more, Morrison. Even if you’re not a sadist, it’s good to remember that pleasure can originate from pain. You just need to moderate the amount of pressure delivered based on what you’re trying to achieve. Do you have anything to add, Isa?” Dylan looked over his shoulder.

“Just that a
ftercare is a requirement, not an option, especially after an intense scene.”

Sawyer paused, contemplating both of their instructions. He had to trust what Dylan was telling him and believe that he wouldn’t steer him in the wrong direction, and neither would Isabel.

Kate writhed, her skin squeaking against the leather and her breathing becoming louder as he flicked his wrist with his next delivery. Beads of sweat began to build on his temples as he paced around her, flicking the tawse in rhythm with the music that Isabel had picked, 
Breathe
by Breaking Benjamin. It was a good choice and the deep bass began to vibrate underneath his feet, sending shock waves to his ball sack and making the experience more arousing.

Kate was doing a good job of keeping her eyes closed until Sawyer moved to the table to grab his next tool. He looked over his shoulder to see one of her eyes open, peeking at him. How hard was it to follow a simple order?

Sawyer gave her an uncompromising look. “Eyes closed. I won’t say it again.”

Both of her eyes opened defiantly to his remark as she glared at him with burning, reproachful eyes. “Or else what, Mr. Morrison?” she asked with a heavy dose of sarcasm in her voice.

“Yes, or else what, Morrison?” Dylan asked with eyebrows raised. “A submissive must learn to follow your commands and any and all threats must be followed through, or else what’s the point?”

Dylan’s point was valid. What was the fucking point if not to exert his power? Irritated with Kate trying to push his limits and question his authority, Sawyer stood between her splayed legs. Leaning down, he ghosted his mouth over her ear. Slowly, he brushed his fingers up the inside of her thigh until he reached her pussy. He eased his fingers inside of her causing her to moan out. Pumping his fingers more rapidly, Sawyer could sense Kate was quickly building up to an orgasm.

Pulling his fingers out of her, he replied coolly in an attempt to disguise his impatience, “Or else you don't get the pleasure of sucking my dick.”

His voice was thick and mellow and Kate’s mouth dropped open, her eyes boldly meeting his. Sawyer wasn’t sure if the jaw-drop was due to shock or to say something, but he promptly shoved his juice soaked fingers into her gaping mouth to shut her up.

“If you want to come, you’ll simply suck my fingers and keep your comments to yourself. Is that understood?”

Her tongue twisted around his fingers and she said nothing more.
  Sawyer’s power was greater than he had imagined and the implication of her compliance sent waves of excitement through him. His cock hardened and his head swam with desire. Feeling a little more comfortable in his Dom skin, he decided to venture out and try something a little more risky. Reaching for the flogger, he looked to Dylan.

“Keep your stance in mind. This time, don’t flick your wrist. Use a figure-eight motion in smooth, flowing movements. Instruct Kate not to move. She already knows this, but hearing your voice and your commands is soothing to her and reassures her of your authority.”

Sawyer nodded and did as he was instructed. Kate’s tanned skin reddened under the leather strips and her belly looked like a beautiful piece of art. When he had his fill of flogging the statuesque beauty, he moved to the table for something different. Again, Kate’s eyes opened to sneak a peek.

Sawyer had enough of her unruliness. He swiftly unshackled her and hauled her into his beefy arms.
  As he carried her to the spanking horse, Kate wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling smugly as if she had gotten her way. He had never felt the urge to punish a woman, but if anyone deserved it, or asked for it, it was the sexy brat known as Sam.

He gently stood her on her feet and pointed toward the bench. She stood motionless as if she didn’t really believe Sawyer would go through with it.

“I want that ass in the air, now,” he ordered with narrowed eyes.

“As you wish, Sir,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming brightly.
 

As Kate quickly laid her lean body over the bench, Sawyer suddenly felt like he had been had. Perhaps this is what she had wanted all along. He looked back to Dylan who was smirking and then to Isabel who was shaking her head. He motioned for Isabel who speedily moved next to him.

“Why do you call Kate, Sam?”

Tip-toeing up to his ear, she quietly answered, “I’m glad you asked. Sam stands for smart-ass masochist.”

Now it all made sense. Kate was intentionally trying to push his buttons. She wanted to be spanked and even though Sawyer felt like she deserved it, he wasn’t about to give into her petulant and manipulative ways.

His eyes darted back to Dylan and gave him a critical stare.
Fucking,Young. Leave it to Dylan to make his first scene a frustrating one. Isabel stood next to Dylan and they both smiled stupidly at him, waiting for his next move.

He walked over to Kate and stood to the side of the bench. When she heard his movements, her perfect, firm ass rose in the air.

“You deserve to be spanked, there’s no doubt about it,” he spoke just loud enough for her to hear.

“I do. I’ve been a very bad girl,” she sighed.

He rested his hands on his hips and glared down at her. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Her ass lifted higher. “Yes, Sir, I would.”

“Well, then, a spanking is exactly what you’re
not
going to get.”

Kate’s head turned to the side and she had a look of bewilderment on her face.

“Do you know why?”

No response.

“Because it’s my decision what kind of pleasure and punishment you’ll get tonight.” Her bottom lip nearly hit the floor and he felt a sense of prevailing dominance in taking the reins. “Now, say it. Say:
you alone are the master of this scene, Mr. Morrison.
” He skimmed his fingers lightly over Kate’s ass. When she didn’t immediately answer, he squeezed the smooth flesh of one of her cheeks, digging his fingertips into her browned skin. “Say. It.”

Even though Sawyer’s voice was cold and exact, she squealed out and panted, but still refused to comply. She was stubborn if nothing else and he wasn’t going to put up with it. He pushed his fingers into her and pumped them in and out rapidly while alternating stimulating her clit.

“Tell me what I want to hear, Kate, and I’ll let you come,” he breathed out, husky and ragged as he continued his assault on her pussy. Several minutes later the wet sound coming from her body became louder, and as her pussy began to swell with come he felt a distinct quivering of her inner muscles. Abruptly he pulled his fingers out and clamped onto her ass.

“Oh, God…” Kate mewled with the need for release.

“No. Mr. Morrison,” he announced sternly.

When Sawyer’s fingers dug deeper yet in the flesh on her ass cheek, she gave in. “You’re the Master of this scene, Mr. Morrison.”

When he spoke again, his voice was tender, almost a murmur. “Do you want to come tonight?”

Kate nodded her head exaggeratedly.

“Speak,” he stared at her with glacial eyes.

Her eyes came up to study Sawyer’s face. “I want to
come, Mr. Morrison.”

He slid two fingers back into her dripping folds. The scent of her aroused femininity was clouding his brain and his cock stiffened painfully. Easing his digits in and out little by little, he leaned into her ear and nipped her lobe. “I didn’t hear a
please
with that.”

Lowering her lids, she responded obediently. “Please…”

“I knew you could be a good girl if you just tried,” he cooed in her ear.

He had missed the taste of a woman. Removing his fingers, he licked them then quickly replaced them and vigorously fingered fucked her again, seeking out the spot he had been reading about for months. Sawyer was a man who believed that knowledge was power and he had not only done his homework on BDSM, but everything about a woman’s body that he could find. He had taken notes and studied for this day. He had even experimented on Sonya who was unknowing that she was his first.
  He had gotten an excellent response from her and was amazed at how much he enjoyed pleasuring a woman in such a way.

When he found what he was looking for, he tugged at her G-spot, delighting in the rough patch that was making Kate practically crawl out of her skin. The real thing was far better than any picture or video.

Her eyes fluttered open and closed, and shone brightly with lust and wanting.  Her moans became louder and she thrust her ass into his palm, wanting more of the bliss that he was giving her. Sawyer pulled his hand back, leaving her uncomfortable and needy once again.

“Now beg for it,” his voice rang out with finality.

Kate thrashed her head as if fighting the urge to give into the inexperienced Dom, but when Sawyer licked the nape of her neck and nipped her shoulder blade, she gave in, her words spilling out of her fervently.

“Please, Mr. Morrison, make me
come. Please, oh, God, please…” she whined, her voice shaky.

The front of Sawyer’s pants cooled with the wetness of his
precum and he pushed his fingers back into her, pulling and tugging at her pussy viciously. She had given him what he had been dreaming of and he would reward her for it. Kate cried out and her body began to tremble. At the height of her orgasm, he yanked his fingers out and swiftly smacked her ass, giving her what she had wanted all along, but only when he had desired to do so, and leaving a glorious handprint on her bottom. She screamed out and almost fell off the bench from her orgasmic spasm, but Sawyer caught her and pulled her into his arms.