Becoming Sir (7 page)

Saturday
had come and gone, and Sawyer had discussed his plan with Dylan over lunch. They tweaked the details and came to the agreement that an extensive background check followed by a shady blackmailing scheme was in order. Dylan was initially hesitant only because he knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of such a scheme, but Sawyer had convinced him it was the only way to go if Isa was to get what she was owed.

Sometimes Dylan just needed to be nudged in the right direction. Of course,
Sawyer was smart enough to know that letting Dylan think it was his idea was the best way to go. Isabel had figured that out, too, but once mentioned that she needed to stop topping from the bottom because it took away from Dylan’s dominance. At the time she made the comment, Sawyer didn’t understand its meaning, but now, he understood fully what it meant.

After his extensive research into BDSM, he realized
Sonya was the queen of topping from the bottom, even if she didn’t know what it meant. There was no denying that Sawyer liked that she was strong and independent, but it had always aggravated him how she would try to manipulate his actions and emotions by playing coy or sweet in an attempt to get what she wanted. He made a conscious decision while he was driving home that he would not allow a woman to do that to him again. He liked being in control and though he didn’t mind sharing power with Dylan when it came to business, being controlled by a woman or his submissive of choice in the bedroom and in the privacy of his own home was not going to be tolerated.

Sawyer’s
nerves were on edge for the upcoming nights’ activities. Dylan had hinted at there being a new sub in the picture and he was curious as to what kind of woman he would be dealing with.

As he was getting ready, a text message chirped over his phone.

SarahH: 5:22 PM: I hear you’re going to
scene tonight! I’m so excited for u! I’m extremely disappointed I won’t be in attendance to watch the show but please let me know all the juicy details. Have fun!

Upset
that Sarah wouldn’t be there to lend a hand or participate in whatever Dylan had planned, he wondered why Sarah had chosen not to go.

S.M.
: 5:25 PM: Is there a reason you won’t be there?

SarahH: 5:27 PM: Late shift at work
. :( I’ll be with u in spirit. I’ll be available to answer any questions u may have throughout the night and I’ll do my best to be quick with my responses.

S.M.: 5:29 PM: Qui
ck? What are you suggesting? I’m a man of great stamina and QUICK is not a word in my vocab. Slow, methodical and precise are, however.

SarahH: Oh, my. That’s going
to be one lucky sub tonight. *panting*

S.M.: 5:33 PM: I hope she feels lucky and not experimented on. I must admit to
feeling a bit apprehensive seeing as Young hasn’t fully disclosed the plans.

SarahH: 5:34 PM: Just be true
to yourself and your wants, and try different things. Take in everything around u, smells, sounds, ambiance, and burn them into your memory so u can replay them over and over like a movie. Cameras aren’t allowed in the club, but maybe Isa can paint me a naughty image of you in action. I hear she’s good at that sort of thing. ;)

S.M.: 5:35 PM: She is. I’ll suggest it to her. I’ll keep you informed throughout the night. Be vigilant at work and we’ll speak later.

SarahH: 5:37 PM: As u wish, Mr. Morrison. U be safe as well. :*

Sawyer thought it odd that Sarah was excited to hear of his experiences with other women, but the openness that Sarah urged from him was beginning to kindle a fire within him. Would he have sex with this new sub or would there just be playtime? Sawyer hadn’t exactly been keen on the idea of being pleasured in front of a group of people, but having watched multiple scenes it put his mind at ease a bit.

Damn Sarah’s
work for keeping her from being with him. Shit, he didn’t even know where she worked. Irked with himself for not having sought that information out, he texted Sarah back.

S.M.: 5:45 PM: Where is it exactly that you work?

SarahH: 5:48 PM: Rocky Mountain Mental Inst. I’m a medication aide.

Sawyer’s
stomach did a flip-flop. One of Dylan’s many ex-lovers was being held there, and the very same woman who stalked him and Isabel and set forth a chain of events that led to Isabel’s kidnapping, attempted rape and shooting.  Sawyer thought back to when he had paid the head-case a visit and how acidic her reaction to him had been. He had been disgusted to find out she had been one of the players who had leaked the Young’s sex videos to the public.  That woman was a prime example of psychotic bitchery at its best. And Sarah was working in the same building where she was being housed because of her mental instability and murderous tendencies.

Sawyer
quickly felt protective of her, knowing if she ever found out that Sarah was in contact with Dylan, Isa and himself, she would stop at nothing to exact her revenge for her perceived loss of Dylan and her hatred for Isabel. Sawyer regretted not having permanently taken care of the lethal cunt when he had the chance.

S.M.: 5:50 PM: I know the kind of people that are being treated there. You’re safety means everything to me.

SarahH: 5:58 PM: Thank u
for your concern and kind words, but there’s no need to worry. Almost everyone at that facility is dangerous in some way and it’s just part of the job. Unfortunately I have no control over it.

Like hell there wasn’t any reason to worry. If Sarah knew how dangerous Dylan’s ex was, she might think differently. He wasn’t in the mood to try and explain everything. He would deal with the situation immediately on his own knowing that the ultimate decision was out of Sarah’s hands anyway.

S.M.: 6:05 PM: Understood. We’ll speak later.

Sawyer promptly retrieved his files on Dylan’s psychotic ex via remote access and the physician whom he had spoken with the night he visited the institute. The man had been very receptive to Sawyer and was sympathetic to Isabel and Dylan’s problems. Hopefully he could help.

He called the man’s
personal cell phone, hoping the physician remembered him.

“This is
Sawyer Morrison. We met last year,” he stated, getting right to the point.

“
Yes, I remember you - tall, dark and dangerous. And very well put together, too, I might add.”

Sawyer
was thrown off balance by the psychiatrist’s comment. “Thank you. I’m calling about an employee at the Institute named Sarah Henderson. I can’t express how important it is that Sarah has no contact with the person who attacked the Youngs.”

“I see. Well, I’ll do what I can. May I ask why?”

“It’s a bit difficult to explain, but… she’s an acquaintance and I’m concerned for her safety.”

“You’re going through an awful lot of effort for just an
acquaintance,
” the physician remarked.

“She’s actually more like a friend.”

“A girlfriend?”

Why the hell was this guy so interested in
Sawyer’s personal life? “Not exactly. She’s one of my subs,” he stated frankly.

“Just my luck. Ah well, I’d be happy to try and help out. Keep me in mind if you ever decide to take on any male subs,”
the man sighed, defeated.

Sawyer
had been hit on by a man and was at a loss for words. The doctor was quite handsome and well-to-do from what Sawyer remembered, and he felt strangely proud to have attracted him, regardless of whether or not he wanted to get pegged by him.

“If I ever decide to swing that way, I’ll keep you in mind,
Dr. Phillips.” Sawyer chuckled.

The man laughed and end
ed the conversation pleasantly, and Sawyer drove to the club.

***

Once inside, he was met by Dylan and Isabel.

“Thanks for the panty treatment,
Sawyer,” Isabel pouted.

Sawyer
grinned proudly in response. “Anytime Young needs help deciding your punishment, I’d be happy to help out, Cookie.” He was okay with helping decide, so long as he didn’t have to be the one actually handing it out.

Isabel opened her mouth to respond but quickly snapped her mouth shut when Dylan squeezed her arm. “Not here, Isa. Show Morrison the same respect you show me in this club. Is that understood?”
he spoke in his fiercest disciplinarian tone.

Isa’s eyes averted to the floor. “Yes, Master. My apologies,
Sawyer. I’d be honored if you had a decision in my punishment,” she answered obediently, even though he could hear the distinct attitude in her voice.

“That’s better, but not much,”
Sawyer said as he rolled his eyes at Dylan.

Dylan lifted one side of his mouth and nodded in agreement. “There’s someone I want you to meet. Her na
me is Kate, but around here we call her Sam.”

Sawyer
thought it was an odd nickname. Isabel’s eyes shot up to Dylan’s and she smiled impishly. “You’re evil, Dylan.”

“What?
Sawyer needs to experience all types of submissives, not just the dutiful ones.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sawyer asked.

“
Kate is known for being…” Dylan paused thoughtfully, scratching his chin and then continuing. “Quite a handful. Let’s see how you deal with her. I’ve set up a scene for the two of you tonight. I’m a man of my word and I trust when all is said and done, she’ll be begging you to be either fucked or punished.”

Sawyer
doubted that very much. He had never had the urge to punish the female persuasion. Pleasure them, most definitely, but never reprimand them physically. Except, of course, for a few of Dylan’s wretched exes.

Dylan motioned for Kate
and handed Sawyer a piece of paper. When the woman approached, Sawyer was impressed with her looks. She was tall with wavy, shoulder-length auburn hair, had the body of a porn star and looked like she loved being fucked in dishonorable ways. Perhaps even punished.

“Mr. Morrison,” she nodded gracefully. “I’m looking forward to finding out what kind of Dom you’re going to be.”

“So am I,” he countered.

They all walk
ed back to a large, bright room where several people were already gathering behind a dark tinted viewing glass to watch the inexperienced Dom’s first scene. It reminded him of the seedy parts of town he had experienced in his youth and watching people fuck as he looked on anonymously. He stood glaring at them, nervous butterflies starting to build in his stomach. He wasn’t keen on a group of strangers watch him fumble around and/or make a fool out of himself. He ran his palm over his face and lowered his head.

“I chose this room so that
we could dim the outer lights and the crowd is out of view. In the meantime, make your sub your only point of focus,” he heard Dylan over his shoulder.

Easier said than done.
He sighed to himself, revolted at the thought of exposing his cock to a group of unknowns.

Pushing past his anxiety, he walked over to a table where a
dozen or so items were laid out, many of which he was familiar with only by having read about them. He picked them up, one by one, touching them and studying them. He wished Sarah were by his side, explaining how each of them felt on a woman’s body.

K
ate sauntered up next to him while he read over her hard and soft limits, making herself a little too comfortable for his tastes and rubbing herself against him like an animal in heat. She reached for a thick wooden paddle and fingered it.

“I like this very much. And this too,” she com
mented, pointing towards a large purple butt-plug. Pushing gently past Sawyer she continued to grab several of the implements, her actions quickly grating on his nerves. He gripped her upper arm firmly and held her at bay.

“I’ll take your wants
into consideration. Now let me finish reading.”

Her
eyes widened infinitesimally and she smiled mockingly. “Yes,
Sir
,” she snickered.

“Undress and seat yourself over there, please,”
Sawyer nodded toward an oversized wooden chair with a padded leather seat and restraining points on each of the legs and arms.

Sawyer
wasn’t sure what he wanted to start with and waited for Isabel to join him. When she moved next to him, she began talking about the items he had set aside.

“The tawse can be sharp and
painful, but it also feels fantastic when used gently. It warms up the skin nicely. Even though this flogger is small, it packs a punch. See how the ends are knotted? They really bite,” Isa waggled her eyebrows up and down.

He
quickly put the flogger back.
Bite
wasn’t the sensation he was going for.

“Feathers are nice and playful
and can be used to build up to more intense play,” she continued. “So is this double-sided paddle. One of my first experiences with Dylan he used a double-sided paddle on me. Each of the contrasting sides offers a wonder of sensations.”