Most importantly, a Dom is generous, 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 leave 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, you 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.”
Chapter 6
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!