Becoming Sir (22 page)

Sawyer sped home from work, impatient to see his Snowflake. She had the day off and they were looking forward to a night at the Dark Asylum to demonstrate his newly found talent at breath play.  With all the hands-on training Sarah had provided him, it wasn’t even necessary for Dylan and Isabel to help. They had been practicing all week for his private scene with Ciara, but he was excited to try his hand in front of an audience to get their collective opinion.

During his drive, his thoughts drifted to the
previous week and how it had been spent with Sarah at his condo. It hadn’t taken much persuading to get her to stay and they had decided it would be a good exercise in learning his role as a Dominant while having his submissive on hand at all times. She had brought over work clothes and he was more than happy to chauffeur her around.  It not only allowed him to be in control and know her whereabouts at all times, but being responsible for her safety gave him a sense of purpose.

With built up vacation time, Dylan had insisted he take a few days off to get as much practice as possible
with breath play and he was grateful for it. It not only gave him more time with Sarah, but ample opportunity to get hands on training from her and a few others who had experience at the club.

He and Sarah
had worked out the upcoming scene together and had even gone as far as rehearsing it in the privacy of his bedroom.  Time-and-time again she had submitted to his every whim and never shied away when he wanted to try something new. They had put to good use her under bed restraint system and waterproof sheets, and Sarah had been correct: they didn’t need a dungeon to make playtime memorable.

Always, she was a beacon of light and knowledge, and he soaked it up in full.
She had taught him that there was no need for him to be rough, raise his voice or use force; that he could gently lead and dominate, and she would follow.

They learned
each other’s darkest secrets, their sensual intimate yearnings shared by only the two of them as they talked about the fetishes he had always thought too taboo to mention. Perhaps someday when he had a submissive of his own, he would get the opportunity to try them.

Even tho
ugh they hadn’t engaged in sexual intercourse, they had tasted each other’s sexuality and pleasured each other night-after-night. Of course Sawyer had wanted to be with Sarah in that way, but knew she wasn’t ready for that step. It made no difference - their bond was greater than the mere act of sex.

The previous night
Sarah had finally broken down and spoke of her husband’s death. They had been trying to get pregnant just before Doug had been in a head-on collision. He lingered in a coma for nearly three weeks before finally succumbing to his massive head trauma.  Sawyer’s heart swelled after her revelation because he knew how tough it was to speak of such things, and he felt privileged that she had shared such pain with him. Sawyer could feel her anguish when she spoke of all the things she regretted and that which she wished she would’ve done before his passing. He knew all too well those exact feelings. If there was any way he could take away the pain she was still dealing with, he would.

In turn, he had
talked about his loss. He had even told her of the hell he had gone through in Serena’s last days. He had never spoken about that time in his life to anyone or about the devastation he had felt which watching her take her last breath and not being able to do anything for her except to whisper his undying love into her ear. He cringed when he thought about how the tears had come unbidden and how they had both wept and held each other. Still, it had been liberating to finally grieve his wife’s loss in a way that wasn’t destructive to him.

Feeling calmed
in Sarah’s arms, he had finally given in and revealed his childhood, and the neglect he had suffered. It was a difficult thing to do, but she held him and kissed each of the scars that covered his body, and never once showed him pity.

He
couldn’t believe everything that had happened in only five days with Sarah. It had felt like so much longer.

When he
arrived at home, he found her waiting by the door on her knees. It was an act of capitulation he had grown to treasure in their short time together. He moved past her without saying anything, laying his briefcase down on the counter and removing his coat before he addressed her. Touching the top of her head, she responded by lifting her face.

“I’ve missed you, Sir,” she smiled.

“Of course you did, Snowflake,” he lifted one side of his mouth in a half-smile. “All good submissives miss their Dominants when they’re away. Did you play with yourself at 1:00?”

“Yes, Sir, and I’m eager to cum for you.”

He licked his lips and rubbed his hand over his dick. “And I’m ready to make that happen.”

Unzipping his pants, he pulled his cock out and stroked it. “Play with yourself while I fuck your beautiful mouth.”

Without another word, Sarah slipped her hand under her dress and past her panties while her full lips caressed his aching and rigid shaft. He pulled her hair back away from her face to get a better view of her lips wrapped around him and held her head as she bobbed up and down.

“That’s it, take it all, Snowflake
,” he whispered, pushing her head down gently and holding her steady until she became breathless.

She looked up and they shared a moment of connection.  Her eyes began to water when he hi
t the back of her throat but she never once gagged. After several minutes, her body stiffened.

“
Cum for your Sir,” he commanded, knowing well the look of elation on her face. Her hand moved frantically as she moaned out, closing her eyes tightly. When she was finished, she placed both hands on his thighs, concentrating all her efforts on his cock. Another several minutes later, her wet, greedy mouth had satisfied him and his hot load hit the top of her mouth without warning.  She swallowed his gift and he sank to his knees, the wind temporarily knocked out of him.

“Thank you, Sir,” she licked her lips.

***

Isabel and Sarah
chatted the entire drive to the club. They were gushing over the gift Sawyer had given Isabel; a white-gold bracelet with an engraving with three simple yet meaningful words that he felt personified her: spirit, beauty, and imagination. He had bought it weeks earlier as a thank you for all the changes she had inspired in both he and Dylan, and also for introducing him to Sarah. The sexual tension was crackling all around them and his nerves were getting the best of him, but he was happier than he had been in years.

They
were all laughing at a lame joke Dylan had just told as they made their way to the door of the establishment when Sawyer heard a familiar voice calling out to him. He turned and came face-to-face with Sonya. He had been holding onto Sarah’s hand, but the surprise of seeing Sonya momentarily stunned him and he dropped it.

He smiled at her, hope filling
his heart that perhaps she had changed her mind about BDSM, but those feelings were short-lived when she opened her mouth.

“It’s time to end all this nonsense, Sawyer. I want you
to come with me right now,” she said unflinchingly, looking him dead in the eyes.

Sarah
immediately hid behind him to avoid whatever fallout was about to happen.

Taken aback by Sonya’s off-putting remark, h
e met her gaze boldly. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me
. We’re here to take you home,” she pushed her chin out, her hands clenched stiffly at her sides.

Sawyer was confused and becoming quickly irritated with her demeanor. Who the hell was she referring to anyway?

“We?”
She motioned to a tall, thin, attractive man who looked the same age as himself standing several feet away and within earshot. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, agitated by the man’s presence and her comments.

“Intervening,” she replied in seriousness.

He almost laughed at the absurdity of her remark. His eyes darted to the man again and he looked him over closely. “Who is that?” he gestured with his head.

“A friend,” she answer
ed frigidly.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he
gave her a pointed stare and responded just as coldly. “I see you’ve found you’re next whipping boy.”

“What’s that supposed
to mean?” she asked, affronted, resting her hands on her hips.

“
Don’t play coy. You know exactly what it means. It means you’ve found someone who will jump when you say jump and follow your orders without question. Why the hell else would he be here when he knows nothing about me?”

The man moved forward defensively and Sawyer shot him a
murderous look. “Don’t come any closer,” he growled, pointing his finger at the stranger’s face.

Sonya
dramatically flung her hands onto his shoulders and got in his face, “Sawyer, please. You need help getting out of this situation. That’s all we’re here for.”

The ridiculous
ness of her statement made him unable to hold back his ironic laughter anymore and he let out a breathy chuckle. “What is it that you think I need help getting away from? BDSM? Where do you plan on taking me, Sonya? Bondage lover’s anonymous?”

At that moment, a cold gust of wind moved past them
causing Sonya to shiver. Despite being irritated with her, his protective instincts kicked in, and he took his coat off and wrapped it around her shoulders to warm her. When he did, her features softened.

“C
an’t you see how wrong all of this is?” she asked glumly.

Isabel moved forward to place a kind
hand on Sonya’s shoulder, obviously touched and saddened by the look of misery on her face, but Sonya promptly jerked away.

“Are you happy?”
she snapped. “Do you see what you and your husband have done?” Isabel winced and shrank away. “You and your filthy paintings!” she continued shouting.

Dylan moved in, read
y to fiercely protect his submissive. “My wife’s ‘filthy paintings’ have brought your art gallery a windfall. Who the fuck do you think you are talking to her like that?” he ground out between gritted teeth.

Sawyer put a hand up and w
ithout taking his eyes off of Sonya, he spoke, low and deep.

“I’ve got this.”

He clutched the lapels of the jacket wrapped around Sonya and pulled her close, forcing her to focus her attention back onto him. He had heard enough. Outraged at her hurtful words towards his friends, his heart beat erratically and his breathing came out harsh and ragged. Glaring down into Sonya’s heated grey eyes, he ripped into her, his smooth baritone voice belying the fury he was fighting to contain.

“Have I ever disrespected you, Sonya? Have I ever spoken to you negatively or said
or done anything unkind to you?” She stood frozen, her eyes wide and her mouth parted. “Answer me,” he barked. She shook her head. “Has Isabel or Dylan ever hurt you in any way?” Again, she shook her head. “Then what gives you the right to say such cruel things to them or me?” Sonya stood motionless and unblinking, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. “Do I look like I’m being forced to do something I don’t want? Does it look like my arm is being twisted into being here?” Once more, she stiffly shook her head and the edge to his voice lessened. “I’m here because I want my life to change for the better. I wanted you to be a part of that and to share my past with you, but instead you chose to bury your head in the sand and to judge that which you know nothing about.”

Her
bottom lip trembled and her eyes shined with tears. As cross as he was, he couldn’t stay angry with her and he eased his grip. She cared enough to show up and even though it was for the wrong reason, he knew she had acted irrationally because she was concerned for him.

“Jesus, Sonya, I don’t need a fucking intervention.
Can’t
you
see how right this is for me?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper. Pushing her brown and silver, wind-blown hair away from her eyes, he skimmed his thumb down her cheek. “Sometimes our balance has to be upset and our course reset in order to help us navigate to our final destination. This is my final destination and where I was meant to be. I’ve never wanted anything more and No. One. Is making my decisions for me.” Sonya started to shake her head again in disbelief, but he gripped her chin and held her steady. “You of all people should know that my mind is my own. I’m never going to be the man who follows your orders or be your whipping boy.”

She
cast her eyes down and buried her face in his chest, a sniveling sigh heard muffled against him. “I never meant for you to be that. I only want what’s best for you.”

“
It’s not up to you to decide what’s best for me and it’s time for you to accept that,” he stated decisively.

Still
pressed into him, she let out one last pitiful sob before straightening herself up. She handed him back his coat and let out the deep breath that she had been holding in.

Finger
ing her chin, he narrowed his eyes and gave his final order. “Now you’re going to apologize to Isabel and Dylan for what you said. Then you’re going to say sorry to my date for having frightened her.”