Becoming Sir (21 page)

Sawyer didn’t think it was possible for Sarah to look any more
enticing than she had only moments before, but there it was – the look of complete surrender making his pulse skitter and his brain fuzzy with lusty intoxication.

As he searched her eyes, they exchanged a look
, and suddenly he could feel the air in the room shift - like the way the atmosphere changes right before a fierce storm. He could feel the storm’s power twist around his heart as his fingers clenched tighter yet, causing his cock to throb and his body to ache with an intense need to control her. He wanted to tie her down and fill her roughly and nothing less than her quivering release would satiate his hunger.

Circling his thumb over her wet nub, a tormented groan escaped her lips and her eyes rolled back
for a split second before focusing on his mouth. Her body began to shiver and a barely visible flare of her pupils signaled for him to free her. He withdrew his hand and Sarah’s chest heaved as she gasped for breath and screamed out, her orgasmic roar a heady invitation to give her more. And, God, how he wanted to give her more. He had entered his dark headspace, even if only for a brief moment, but this time there was one major difference – there was Sarah’s whispered voice and loyal eyes beckoning him back into the light.

Rising up, Sawyer
hauled Sarah into his cradling arms, tucking her curves neatly into his contours as she continued to pant and cry from her massive orgasm.

“You’ve given
me my first true taste of ultimate power, Snowflake,” his raspy, hushed voice whispered into her ear. “Stay with me tonight so that we can take the time to explore, arouse and give each other pleasure. Stay with me and teach me more.”

“
Yes, Domly One… yes… yes,” she smiled up at him.

While
Sarah slept, Sawyer made a quick trip to a clothing store not far from his condo to pick out something for her to wear seeing as she hadn’t been prepared for her overnight stay, as well as some fruit from a local market.

Once back at home and seated in his King’s t
hrone, he began writing ideas for Ciara’s scene. Seduced consent, albeit sexy sounding, seemed a bit deceiving.  Semantics, he laughed to himself.

Ciara
had written that she had a mild history of asthma so he would have to be prepared with some kind of medication in case she was to have a flare up. Also, he needed to speak with Kerian about his past. He suspected when his past wrongdoings were made known, Kerian would change his mind about allowing him to perform something as risky as breath play with Ciara.

He had already
spoken of his bloody past with Sarah, so the initial sting of having to speak about it was gone, but it was still distressing to think about having to do it again. Before he had a chance to rethink his decision, he dialed Kerian’s number.

“Mr. Morrison!” he answered. “Working hard on your homework assignment?”

“Absolutely. You’re a shit for making me do this. You know that, right?”

Kerian
laughed loudly and spoke away from the phone. “Sawyer Morrison has called your Master a shit after I shared Precious’ ass! Can you believe the gall?” He coughed and deepened his voice. “I have no idea why you would say such a wretched thing.”

“Right. Anyway, there’s something I need to speak to you about
. I feel this information is something that should be disclosed in order for you to make an informed decision before allowing me to test Ciara’s limits.”

“Y
ou’re always so somber, Sawyer, but, fine, speak up.”

Taking a deep breath, he closed his e
yes.  “I was an assassin for the CIA for many years. I… If you want me to back away from Ciara… I…”

“I see. Well thank you for sharing this information with me…” Kerian
cut in.

“Let me finish
. I’ll tell you the same thing I told Sarah: this isn’t a case of ‘I was a different person then.’ I’m the same man now that I was then.  I’ve also done heinous things post CIA. It’s not something I’m proud of, but it was my duty and job, and other than the regret of having to lie about my actions to my wife and the ones I care about, I don’t regret my actions. The men I killed deserved to die and if I had to do it all over again, I wouldn’t change a thing. There. I said it. Now, if you want me to back away from Ciara, I’ll respect your decision.”

There was a short moment of silence and Sawyer wondered if he had been disconnected or hung up
on. “Are you there?” he asked after checking his phone to make sure the call was still in progress.

“I’m here. Are you finished?”
Kerian asked without emotion.

“Yes,
I think so.”

“Now it’s m
y turn. First: thank you for sharing this information with me. Second: I already knew about your past, but the fact that you shared it with me on your own only proves what I and everyone you care about already knows - you’re trustworthy and will make an excellent Dom or Master someday. Hell, you already are.”

How the hell did
Kerian know? Had Young revealed his secrets to him? No, he doubted that. Young was also trustworthy.

“How?”

“I’m a man with friends in high places, Mr. Morrison, and the Dark Asylum is my life’s work. I don’t allow just anyone through my doors and I insist on very thorough background checks being done on all patrons before accepting their membership applications. I never would’ve offered you Precious, Sarah, or any woman for that matter, if I hadn’t known everything about you. And I most certainly would never have asked that you to push a trainee’s hard limits without delving into your background and knowing what kind of man you are. I’m a shrewd businessman and knowing everything about my members is not just good business but good manners, and the gentlemanly thing to do when given the honor and trust of a submissive or slave.”

Sawyer couldn’t resist a smile. Well, damn.
Sarah hadn’t balked and neither had Kerian, and he felt a little ridiculous for having made such a big deal about everything.

“Precious
is very special, Sawyer, and I didn’t come to the decision lightly when asking you to push her hard limits. Her training has been unusually drawn out and because of that, my cherished Julia and I have grown more attached to her than any other who has crossed our paths. She’s gifted and intelligent, and unlike any other trainee I’ve ever had the pleasure of guiding. My two beloved slaves hold a special place in my heart…” he sighed as if pained thinking about relinquishing her to another man. “Anyway, I digress,” he quickly pulled himself together. “Was there anything else you wanted to discuss about your upcoming scene?”

“Yes. W
ould you like to be present?”

He chuckled lightly. “Of course, but it would only hinder your abilities in breaking her walls down. When she begins to feel
panicked, and she will, she’ll look to me for help and I will be unable to provide it for her in order for her to overcome her fears, leaving her feeling betrayed.  I wouldn’t be able to live with myself seeing that look of hurt in her eyes, especially knowing how abandoned by her family she feels. Having another person present is a good idea though, just so she has some sort of reassurance.”

Sawyer could think of only one
person he wanted there. Sarah. Not only for Ciara’s comfort, but for his own.

“Also, does she have medication for her asthma? I will need that
handy in case she has an attack.”

“Excellent idea. You’ve really been
thorough, haven’t you?”

“I’m doing my best, Kerian.”

“And your best is all that I will accept and nothing less, Mr. Morrison. I’ll send over some of my thoughts and ideas via email and speak with you at the end of the week. I’m going to insist that you spend the entire weekend with her again in order to gain her full trust, if that’s possible, before scening with her on Sunday. Good night and, again, thank you for your honesty.”

***

Nearing 11:00 p.m., Sawyer was finally finished with his homework and ready for some sensual playtime. He cut some fresh fruit, caramelized a bit of sugar, and filled a bowl with ice cubes. Next, he brought out his emergency candles and placed it all on a tray.  He crept into his bedroom as quietly as possible and lit the candles and placed them on the nightstand. Tip-toeing to his closet, he brought out three of his best silk ties and a dark-brown, worn leather belt, laying them on the bed next to Sarah. His eyes wandered around his bedroom, searching out more play things. The flame of the candle glinted off a pair of platinum cufflinks that were lying on his night stand and wicked inspiration hit him. He touched the sharp edge of one to his fingertip noting that the prickly end would work well for the sensual sadism he had planned. He smiled and placed it next to the other items.

After undressing, he turned up the heat in his condo to a sweltering 90 degrees
, wanting to see Sarah sweaty and uncomfortable while he teased and pleased her body. While he waited for the air around him to heat up, he found the perfect song to play,
Stay the Night
by Zedd and Hayley Williams.

Seated on the edge of the bed, he watched and waited,
wondering what Sarah was dreaming about.  Her eyelids flicked and she mumbled something unintelligible. Tracing his thumb over her bottom lip, he leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth.

When the air became sultry, a fine layer of sweat beaded on her forehead and she kicked off the covers.

“Snowflake,” he whispered while gliding his fingers down the center of her
glistening double D’s.

Sarah’
s eyes fluttered open and strained against the darkened room.

Ghosting his fingers down her arms, he gripped her wrists and pulled her arms above her head in one swift motion,
the corners of his mouth ruffling into a sinful grin. “Want to play?”

Without saying a word
she returned his smile and nodded compliantly, her eyes gleaming brightly and reflecting the glowing light that flickered nearby.

“Be a very good girl and lie still for me, okay?”

Again, she only nodded.  Reaching for his favorite fandango pink, paisley printed tie, he slipped it around her eyes, tying it tightly and shielding all light from her vision. The next two ties were used to secure her ankles to the footboard, and the belt he used to bind her wrists together.

She breathed lightly through parted lips
with each of Sawyer’s movements, small moans occasionally slipping out. He pressed his mouth to her throat and flicked his tongue over the bend of her neck.
With every lick of her sweat-covered skin, he tasted her acquiescence. It was delicious and entrancing, and his need for her grew more.

Hovering over her
and staring down at her covered eyes, he asked, “How much do you want me, Sarah?”

Her bottom lip
trembled, “More than I want to admit.”

“
Show me.”

***

Sawyer woke hours later to the sound of out-of-tune guitar strings in the distance. Unsure if he was still dreaming, he reached an arm out only to feel an empty bed next to him. Rising, he followed the sound and found Sarah in the darkened living room sitting in his large chair with her feet tucked beneath her and awkwardly strumming the guitar. He watched her quietly for several minutes, fascinated by the fire that she stoked within his heart. The serenity that she evoked within him was the thing he longed for even more than her beauty and curves.

“Let’s tune it,” he commented, sitting next to her and taking
hold of the instrument. When she attempted to stand, he pulled her down next to him, their bodies pressed tightly together.  After tuning it by ear, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He placed the guitar between her arms again, guiding her hands and fingers into the D chord position. Sarah curled into the curve of his body, allowing his instruction. They sat wordless like that for several minutes as he continued to move her fingers into place through several mellow chords. Memories of Serena washed over him and his body stilled.

Looking up at Sawyer, Sarah’s eyes glimmered
with understanding and she touched his mouth. “I’m sorry for your loss,” she whispered, the light that was filtering through the large window making her ethereal features glow. “If it’s not too much to ask, can you play something for me?”

Unable to deny the heartfelt request, he gave her a tentative smile and took the guita
r from her hands. “Only for you, Snowflake.”

He played
a few chords absent-mindedly and suddenly grinned widely. He knew just the song to play. Without further delay, he started plucking the strings to the upbeat tune
You’re the Shit 2 Me
by Elvis Orbison. His deep, rich voice resonated through the small condo and Sarah’s eyes widened with shock from the lyrics, but the joy on her face was purely genuine.

“You’re the kind of girl that just might get me fired.  You’re so fucked up, but you’
re the shit to me…” he sang on, enjoying the stunned and cheerful look on her face as he serenaded her. “I know it sounds foolish, but I really get the feeling that we were meant to be…” he sang louder than before, losing himself in the moment and the look in her sparkling eyes.

Without war
ning, Sarah jumped up and began swinging her hips in time and dancing around in only her panties and bra, all the while smiling radiantly.

“You have the most delightful taste in music,” she giggled wildly.

Sawyer paused briefly to join in laughing but finished the song in full, his mouth
dry and parched when he was done. Sarah took the guitar from his hands and set it aside, then threw herself onto Sawyer and hugged his neck tightly while straddling him.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you…”

He took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. “No, thank you, Snowflake. I’ve haven’t been this content in a very, very long time.”