Becoming Sir (6 page)

Sawyer
and Sarah stood at the back, peering over heads to get a glimpse of the average looking couple.  He was glad to see people of various shapes and sizes, many with less than perfect bodies exposing their flaws for all to see. It made the experience that much more real to him. The people he was surrounded by were everyday individuals with normal jobs, mortgages to pay, and kids in school. He could be next to a schoolteacher or a local dentist for all he knew, people who were living the life of an ordinary person by day and a kinky lifestylist by night. It was comforting knowing that everyone around him was seeking their own nirvana on some level. He glanced around the room, wondering if he was in the presence of any other killers like himself or people trying to put their haunted pasts behind them and move forward like he was.

The co
uple introduced themselves and John gave a brief description of what was going to take place while Liz lit a scented candle and loaded a CD on a nearby portable stereo. The aroma of jasmine soon filled the small space and the relaxing sounds of Enya filtered over the speakers. 

John guided Liz by the shoulders to a long padded bench and undressed her slowly, skimming his fingers casually over her skin. He planted small kisses along her spine
followed by raking his nails down her back. Liz’s body shivered and the sounds of her rapid breathing overtook the room. Tugging down Liz’s red thong gently, he tossed it aside when she stepped out of it. With her bare ass exposed for everyone to see, he harshly smacked it, making her yelp out. There were soft giggles heard throughout the audience as everyone enjoyed John taking her by surprise. She laughed, too, and hid her face in her hands, embarrassed by her outburst.

John
then moved directly behind Liz and pulled two long, wide strips of burgundy-colored leather from his back pocket. The first he bound tightly over her eyes, the second he looped around her wrists in front of her. Next, he helped her to lie on the bench where he lifted her hands above her head and fastened the wrist binding to a hook above her.  He taunted and teased Liz, pacing his movements and touching her purposefully but without rhythm. Tormented by his soft strokes, she began to pull her knees up to her chest, so John reached over to a small table and brought over two more bindings of soft rope. He then bound each of her ankles to the legs of the bench, rendering her unable to resist his touches.

Sawyer
was captivated by what he was seeing. Despite the term ‘sadism’ being used, there was going to be no pain involved at all in the scene before him. Moving stealthily, someone from the back of the room pushed their way through the crowd and brought John an ice cooler of goodies, piquing Sawyer’s interest even further.

John quietly lifted the lid on the cooler and pulled out a frosted pink glass dildo
and a thick, square of chocolate. Sawyer grinned when he saw the objects, his mind racing with his own ideas of what to do with them.

Looking at the crowd, John cunningly smirked
and raised a finger to his lips, signaling the crowd to not let on to the frozen surprise in store for Liz. A fine mist rose from the faux cock revealing how frigid the item was. The man who was acting as an assistant lit a tall, deep yellow wax candle and waited for further instruction, and Sawyer suspected it wasn’t for lighting purposes at all.

John
allowed her to smell the sweet treat before touching it to her lips. She smiled and poked her tongue out to lick the candy that was placed flat against her mouth, but John swiftly pulled it away, teasing her and making her lift her head in response. She nipped at the air until he finally placed the chocolate between her teeth.

“Hold it steady. Do not eat it until I say so,” he ordered.

With his free hand, he pinched and tweaked her nipples and leaned down and bit into one hungrily. She attempted to squeal but when the chocolate slipped, she clamped her teeth harder around the soft candy. Arching her back, she pushed more of her breast into his mouth while he circled his tongue around her taught nipple.

Gently, he
slid the dildo past her shimmering pussy lips, impaling her and taking her by surprise. She tried to moan out from the sensation but John’s mouth crushed down onto hers, stifling her blissful cries. He eased the glass shaft in and out as visible goose bumps covered her torso and thighs. John raised his head slightly, taking a bite of the nearly-melted chocolate. The sweet treat oozed down the sides of Liz’s mouth and he slowly licked every bit of it off of her before finally allowing her to finish the remainder of the candy. When she glided her tongue along her mouth, John quickly engulfed it, smashing his mouth down onto hers and sucking at her tongue greedily.

“My Lizzy Girl
,” he whispered against her mouth. “Your taste is even more delicious than this chocolate.”

Sawyer
tried to imagine how wonderful the cool sensation felt on her pussy while John’s hot tongue caressed the inside of her mouth, and what John was feeling by giving her such pleasure. John released Liz from his kiss and reached for the burning candle. Tilting it slightly, the flame flickered vividly in the darkened room as the melting hot wax dripped onto Liz’s puckered brown nipples and areola. She mewled and thrashed her head back and forth as he continued to fuck her with the cold dildo all the while trailing the searing wax along her large round belly and down to her fuzzy mound.

Sawyer
began to feel the building sensation of arousal between his legs when Sarah suddenly reached over for his arm and gripped his forearm tightly.  As difficult as it was to look away from the sensual scene playing out, he pried his eyes away and looked to Sarah whose sparkling eyes were fixed on John and Liz. Sex-appeal was dripping off of her and it was obvious that she was just as turned on as he was. Sneaking an arm around her waist, he pulled her flush against his body and kissed the top of her head. She smelled clean and feminine like linen and musk, and the heat emanating from her scorched his senses.

Sawyer
began to ponder all kinds of sensual torture he wanted to inflict on Sarah. Leather, feathers, prickly things, fiery and chilly things, things with rough textures to drive her senses mad... His mind was spinning with all the different possibilities. Velvet, lace, silk, denim… everyday items in abundance could be used in all sorts of salacious ways to bring a woman satisfaction and in turn, gratifying his need to see her squirm and beg for more of his touch.

He closed his eyes and leaned into Sarah’s ear. When he whispered, his words were decisive and unyielding. “Someday, Snowflake, when we’re both ready, I’ll pleasure you in the same way.”

Settling into his large leather recliner,
Sawyer opened the note that was printed on pale pink stationary, anxious to read Sarah’s thoughts and answers to the plethora of questions he had left her to contemplate.

“Thank you for allowing me to share my knowledge and opinions with you, Mr. Morrison.

The first thing I want to put out there is this: Submission is a gift
and just because a woman is allowing you to take control of her doesn’t mean she owes you anything. I know dominating a submissive is an exciting and powerful thing, but please don’t let your ego get the best of you or your role as a Dominant go to your head.

Now o
n to the questions! A Dominant to me, is someone who is courageous and not afraid to defend himself or his loved ones. He is also not afraid to admit fear and faces it head on.

S
elf-effacing, well-informed and hard-working are other qualities that define a Dom.

A sense of humor and ability to laugh at oneself is a must
in a Dominant personality and a quality I think is underestimated, but that’s just my personal opinion.

Most importantly, a Dom is g
enerous, loving and respectful to not only his submissive, but all women. He is gentlemanly in public, but playful in private and a savage in the bedroom.

I found this amazing quote from wrightwilliams.org: A true Dom has a firm hand, a firm mind, a firm gaze, a firm grip, and a soft heart. I couldn’t have said it any better
so I won’t try to.

I think you’ll find that a
submissive requires more time and affection than your everyday woman. She needs her Dom to continually seduce consent from her and give her what she’s afraid to ask for because pushing her limits will set her free from fear of the unknown.

As for what a sub needs, I can only speak for myself, but I crave and need structure and rules, as do most subs, I’d imagine. It sounds like a lot to take on,
and it is. But then again, a submissive is giving up a piece of her soul when she offers herself to a Dom..

I’ll l
eave you with this last thing. Everyone’s needs and kinks are different and there are a million ways to live this lifestyle. All you can do is live it in a way that satisfies you, but live it honorably because it’s a great responsibility being a Dom and not something that should be entered into lightly.”

Feeling enlightened, Sawyer laid the piece of paper down in his lap and leaned his head back against the chair. There was also the feeling of nervous energy coursing through his veins. Open communication, in theory, was fascinating, but to actually put that credo into action was intimidating to think about. He had never been fully open with anyone, including the love of his life, Serena. Not even Dylan. Yes, he had spoken of his past, but not all the horrid details. Could he bring himself to admit his past and all of his sins to someone? He wasn’t really sure he could.

He
had done atrocious things; murderous, vicious, bloody things. So bloody. He shivered at the thought of the all the blood on his hands. He had seen the light go out in many men’s eyes and been the cause of it; men with wives and children and people that no doubt loved them. Inwardly he had accepted his culpability because he could justify every single life he had taken; they were, after all, evil men. But to admit it out loud to another human being was completely unthinkable. He would have to trust someone entirely in order to share that kind of information and there wasn’t anyone that he completely trusted, and that included himself.

Trying to take
his mind off of Sarah and the inevitability of divulging his transgressions, he decided to look into Emilio’s probate dispute and everything surrounding his business partners. After nearly an hour of digging around online, he found the person’s name that was at the root of the Young’s anxiety.  Perhaps he should pay the greedy douche a visit and try and convince him that it was in his best interest to leave things alone. Bad idea. A threat probably wouldn’t go over well with someone with no scruples.

Sawyer
grabbed his phone and speed dialed Dylan.

Picking up after the fourth ring, Dylan sounded out of breath. “Jesus, Morrison, y
ou have the worst timing. I’m trying to impregnate my sub over here.”

He
cleared his throat, feeling a bit embarrassed for interrupting Young’s baby-making time.

“Call me when you two are finished,” he said getting ready to end the call.

“Just tell me why you called. I enjoy keeping Isa waiting,” he chuckled.

Sawyer
could hear Isa’s soft moaning and he wondered what kind of scene they were playing out.

“I have this idea about what to do regarding Emilio’s will. It’s a little on the shady side and a bit old school, but I think it will work in getting his business partner to back off.”

Dylan’s voice rose an octave and he suddenly sounded animated. “Old school? I’m all ears.”

“You’re all hard cock, too. Please, sugar, get off the phone and give it to me…” Isa whimpered
more loudly.

“You hear that, Morrison? I have a disobedient sub
on my hands who doesn’t know how to follow a simple rule. She knows her voice distracts me but still she persists on speaking when she’s been told not to. I think a reminder on the virtues of silence might be in order. What do you say, Morrison? Ball-gag or her wet panties stuffed in her mouth?”

Sawyer
heard the distinct sound of skin-on-skin and Isa yelping. Stunned by what he was hearing and the unwelcome but amusing vision of her hand-printed red ass glowing from her verbal offense, Sawyer couldn’t help but smile. Dylan was a true sadist.

When
he didn’t immediately answer, Dylan continued. “Isa is waiting for your decision and so am I. I’m leaving it up to you how I should deal with this wanton little slut I call my wife.”

“Dylan Nathaniel Young!” Isa shrieked in the background.

Sawyer mulled the question over. Ball-gag or panties… he liked the idea of both if he was being honest with himself. But for Isa? She did have a tendency to speak her mind when it was probably best she just keep her mouth shut, but a ball-gag seemed a bit harsh for her minor offense.

Choosing the lesser of two evils, he finally answered, “Definitely panties.”

“Excellent choice, my friend." Dylan spoke away from the phone, low and muffled. "
Sawyer has decided your fate, little one. It’s to be your cum-soaked panties stuffed in that sassy mouth of yours." Redirecting his question to Sawyer, Dylan asked, "Any other suggestions?”

Sawyer
answered without hesitation. “Make her beg to cum.”

Dylan burst into wicked laughter. “So you like the begging, do you?”

“I like the fantasy of it.”

“
Well tomorrow night, your fantasy will become reality; I’ll make sure of it.”