Becoming Sir (26 page)

Redirecting his focus, he thrust his fingers
back into her to take her attention off his impending action. Centimeter-by-centimeter, he moved his hand to its soft target and stopped when he felt the beat of her heart against his fingertips. Ciara was so caught up in her near-orgasmic moaning, she didn’t even realize where his hand had come to rest until he ever so gently squeezed.

Suddenly her
body jerked, her hands came up to his, and her breathing hitched as realization of what her test was hit her.

He moved on top of her and leaned into her ear.
“It’s me, Angel. It’s Sawyer.” He tightened his fingers a hairbreadth more and she began to claw at his hand and thrash her head. 

“No Master… please…
not this!” she cried out.

The panicked
look on her face caused his heart to thump madly in his chest.  Her fear was tangible and harrowing to watch. He ached for her and just wanted to make it all stop. He eased his grip back down, but left his hand stationary.

Looking up at
Julia, she appeared to be just as distressed as Ciara. Despite being horrified at seeing her lover and friend suffering, she placed a delicate kiss on Ciara’s cheek and spoke soothingly into her ear.

“I’m here, too, my precious girl. It’s me, Mistress J.”

Ciara’s movements slowed only minimally, but her clawing ceased when Julia licked a tear that had rolled down her cheek.

Sawyer spoke softly into Ciara’s ear.
“Do you remember what I told you earlier, Angel?” Her breathing was still loud and harsh, but she nodded woodenly. “What did I tell you?”

She swallowed loudly and moistened her lips. “That you would never
hurt me,” she began to weep.

“That’s right. And I never will. I’m not hurting you now, am I?” She sucked back her tears and shook her head. “No, I’m not…” he continued
, his tone serenely patient. “You know that Kerian and Julia would never allow any harm to come to you, don’t you?”

Both h
er tears and rapid breathing began to slowly subside. “No. They wouldn’t,” she acknowledged.

Sawyer glanced up at Julia
who had tears running down her cheeks, all the while stroking Ciara’s hair.

“Mistress J…” Ciara choked out.

“I’m here Precious. I’m right here next to you.”

“Where’s Master K? I want him…” she began to cry again.

Julia gave him a withering pointed stare and shook her head as if pleading for him to stop. And he almost did. Her tears were too much. But her anxiety was unwarranted and he wanted to free her from it. He began to loosen his grip to ease her pain, but he knew that he couldn’t back out now, not when she was so close to being unchained from her fears.

“Master K is waiting for us
just outside my precious girl,” Julia murmured against her cheek.

“Let it go, Ciara,”
he said softly, tightening his grip again.

Her breathing halted
briefly and was quickly replaced by rapid panting again, and Sawyer began to worry that the medication might be needed after all. God, he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. He wracked his brain for the words to pacify her aching.

“I have your medication right here, Angel, but you don’t need it. Slow your breathing down and mat
ch it to mine and Mistress J’s. Can you hear how slow we’re breathing? Can you feel my breath on your ear?” he reassured her, his fingers clenching tighter yet. When his words still didn’t take hold of her, he began to feel a sinking anguish. But he couldn’t give up yet. No… not just yet. He would give it one more go, only one more, and if she still remained panicked, he would just have to release her.

“The only way we can move forward is if you trust me.
You once told me that the excitement was all in the limits and pushing them. Do you remember that?” Ciara continued to cry, but nodded. “Another wise person told me that life gets boring when you stay within limits that you already know and to never be afraid to try that which you fear. Do you know who that was? Master K. He’s here with you in spirit. Everyone who cares about you wants you to be free from this fear. Let it go, Angel… let go…”

The underlying sensuality of his words slowly began to captivate her and his voice finally had the effect he wanted when it began to lull her into a relaxed mood.
Her tongue poked out to wet her lips and a faint pleasured moan fluttered out. Little-by-little her hands came down over her breasts, across her tummy, and finally rested at her sides. At long last she calmed and a smile worked its way onto her mouth. And there it was - freedom. Sawyer looked up to Julia, shocked at what he had just witnessed and had a hand in, and saw a smile on her face so wide it nearly knocked him over.

With the go ahead, he moved back between her legs and sunk into her slowly while continuing to apply pressure to her neck. Fully submerged in her wet depths, he tore off her blind fold so he could see her eyes. She squinted against the light, and with tears still trembling on her eyelids, she smiled when he and Julia came into focus.

He thrust into her vigorous
ly and clutched her neck until he saw her eyes roll back and heard her breathing still. Watching her body closely and peering into her deep brown eyes, he gave his command.

“Spread your wings and fly, my
dark Angel. Fly…”

Her pupils flared and just as he released his grip, he thrust into her deeply. When he did, Ciara inhaled sharply, her body shuddered and she screamed out.

“Oh. My. God!”

Sawyer tried to stifle his laugh, but couldn’t, he was too damned happy. “No, Angel. It’s Master Morrison.”

***

It was Ciara’s duty as a slave to clean her Master up after their encounter, but Sawyer was so proud of her, he decided to do the chore himself.  With the help of Julia, of course, who was all too eager to
assist. She was beaming with pride as well, and it was an absolute delight to watch the two women bubbling with excitement after their experience.  Ciara must have thanked him at least a dozen times, if not more, post aftercare, but he felt as though he should be the one thanking her for giving him the pleasure of setting her free.

When they met Kerian in his office, Ciara threw herself into his arms and
deep sobs racked her body.  Kerian shot him a lethal look as he held her in his arms until he realized her tears were tears of joy. His face then softened and he took both women into his arms. A smothered cry could be heard from Julia and Sawyer quickly left them to their private and intimate moment.

Sitting in the library and replaying everything that had happened
, a feeling of knowing began to creep up on him and crawl under his skin. He had every intention of asking Ciara to be his slave, but it was out of duty and honor that he was going to ask her, and those were the wrong reasons. The way she had run to Kerian, her heartfelt words asking for him during the scene, and the looks on all of their faces after she had so proudly overcome her fears… With sudden clarity, he knew what had to be done about Ciara.

As he sat quietly alone looking out the library window, he felt a warm hand on
his back. He knew the familiar touch. Sarah. He turned to face her, anxious to tell her about everything that happened and how he had completed his task admirably, but was met not only by her eyes but by Kerian’s.

“Shall we watch the video?” Kerian asked, motioning toward the door.

The fucking video. Sawyer had completely forgotten about it. It’s a good thing too or else he might not have done so well during the scene.

Once in Kerian’s office everyone sat down for the show. Even though the scene had a positive outcome, he didn’t particularly feel like reliving the moment and watching himself fuck
and choke Ciara, most especially not in front of Sarah.

He pulled his chair back a bit and kept his eyes trained on a spot on the wall while it played. He could hear his words and Ciara’s whimpering and he felt nauseated. Out of morbid curiosity, his eyes darted to the television screen, but he quickly averted his eyes elsewhere. Hell no. A person wasn’t mea
nt to see their own dick on 1080P. Christ, he could see every single one of his scars in high-definition. 

As he chewed the corner of his lip tensely, Sarah glanced over at him. He thought he saw something in her eyes, but the room was too dark to make out what the emotion was.

When it was over, Kerian flicked the light on and proceeded to slap Sawyer on the back.

“Well done, Mr. Morrison. That was quite a show. I’d like to point out your errors, but
there are none that I can find. Except maybe for your ‘O face,’ but it’s not like we have any control over that sort of thing, is it?” he laughed obnoxiously.

Sarah’s face reddened and so did the other women, and Sawyer felt like
punching Kerian in his arrogant head for being such a tactless shit. He rolled his eyes and cleared his throat awkwardly trying to silence Kerian’s mocking.

“Sarah has some things to discuss with you,” he
finally added when he had fill of his own crass joke.

He
and Sarah went into the foyer when he noticed she had their contract in her hands. He stared at it numbly wondering why the hell she had brought it along. She gripped it tightly but finally handed it over.

“Your training is complete, Sawyer. We won’t
be needing this any longer.”

Her words sent his head
spinning and he felt the screams of denial at the back of his throat.  Widening his stance, he placed his hands on his hips and shot Sarah a penetrating look.

“I thought a decision like this needed to be made by all my trainers.”

Her eyes immediately lowered to the floor and she whispered, “It wasn’t my decision alone. The Youngs and Kerian all agree that you’ve made significant and rapid progress. Your selfless and brave actions today have proven to all of us that you’re a true Dom, and that my services are no longer needed.”

His dark eyes showed a tortured dullness of disbelief. There was no way he felt ready for his training to be over. Who the hell did Young and Kerian, and Sarah for that matter,
think they were making a decision like that without first discussing it with him? Didn’t he have a say in the matter? There was so much more to learn. So much more…

He shook his head regretfully and
touched her chin, guiding her to look at him. How could she think that all that she had given him was a service? “You’ve provided me with more than just a service, Sarah. You’ve given me more than you can ever know… don’t you know that?”

“Just because your training period is over doesn’t mean that your learning is, Sir. This
lifestyle is a never-ending lesson on life and love…learning your partner’s desires and to trust… I can only hope I’ve provided more than a service to you, but I can’t teach you anything that you don’t already know. You’re such a brilliant, kind, stern man… and so good…” Her eyes became glassy and for a moment he thought she would cry, but she rigidly held her composure. “…whoever you choose to be your submissive or slave will teach you the rest.”

All at once
Sawyer felt like he couldn’t breathe. The scene, his upcoming discussion with Ciara about his reasons for not committing to her and now this… he felt as though the life was being choked out of him. How apropos considering what he had just done to Ciara.

T
he heartrending look on Sarah’s face were tearing him apart. He had to get out of the room, fast. Dropping his hand to his side, he turned to walk away without saying anymore. What else was there to say? His feelings were too raw to discuss and he didn’t want to say anything hurtful.

When he arrived in his suite, he slamme
d the door behind him and sank onto the bed, his hands fisting his own hair.

Didn’t his time with Sarah mean anything to her? She had insisted on open and honest communication, and still he hadn’t made his intentions perfectly clear. Even if he had, would she have accepted his offer of commitment?
Of course not, he was only her trainee. All at once he could understand how Kerian felt at the thought of saying goodbye to Ciara.

H
is sense of loss was beyond tears and he fell back onto the bed. Only a few minutes passed before Ciara came in. She lay next to him and ran her hand over his face, sensing his turmoil.

“Why are you so upset, Master Morrison?”

He rolled onto his side to face her and propped himself up on one elbow. There was no point in prolonging the inevitable.

“I just want you to know that I had every intention of asking you to be my slave when my training was complete, which it is now, I’ve been told.”

Ciara’s brows drew together. “You
had
every intention? But you no longer do?”

“No, Angel, I don’t.”

Her mouth parted in surprise and she sat up on the edge of bed as she began to physically withdraw from him. It was painful to see her feeling rejected and he moved next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“You’re home is here, with your true f
amily, and the true loves of your life – Kerian and Julia. I could never hold a flame to them, and I’m not even going to try.”