Kate was doing a good job of keeping her eyes closed until Sawyer moved to the table to grab his next tool. He looked over his shoulder to see one of her eyes open, peeking at him. How hard was it to follow a simple order?
Sawyer gave her an uncompromising look. “Eyes closed. I won’t say it again.”
Both of her eyes opened defiantly to his remark as she glared at him with burning, reproachful eyes. “Or else what, Mr. Morrison?” she asked with a heavy dose of sarcasm in her voice.
“Yes, or else what, Morrison?” Dylan asked with eyebrows raised. “A submissive must learn to follow your commands and any and all threats must be followed through, or else what’s the point?”
Dylan’s point was valid. What was the fucking point if not to exert his power? Irritated with Kate trying to push his limits and question his authority, Sawyer stood between her splayed legs. Leaning down, he ghosted his mouth over her ear. Slowly, he brushed his fingers up the inside of her thigh until he reached her pussy. He eased his fingers inside of her causing her to moan out. Pumping his fingers more rapidly, Sawyer could sense Kate was quickly building up to an orgasm.
Pulling his fingers out of her, he replied coolly in an attempt to disguise his impatience, “Or else you don't get the pleasure of sucking my dick.”
His voice was thick and mellow and Kate’s mouth dropped open, her eyes boldly meeting his. Sawyer wasn’t sure if the jaw-drop was due to shock or to say something, but he promptly shoved his juice soaked fingers into her gaping mouth to shut her up.
“If you want to cum, you’ll simply suck my fingers and keep your comments to yourself. Is that understood?”
Her tongue twisted around his fingers and she said nothing more. Sawyer’s power was greater than he had imagined and the implication of her compliance sent waves of excitement through him. His cock hardened and his head swam with desire. Feeling a little more comfortable in his Dom skin, he decided to venture out and try something a little more risky. Reaching for the flogger, he looked to Dylan.
“Keep your stance in mind. This time, don’t flick your wrist. Use a figure-eight motion in smooth, flowing movements. Instruct Kate not to move. She already knows this, but hearing your voice and your commands is soothing to her and reassures her of your authority.”
Sawyer nodded and did as he was instructed. Kate’s tanned skin reddened under the leather strips and her belly looked like a beautiful piece of art. When he had his fill of flogging the statuesque beauty, he moved to the table for something different. Again, Kate’s eyes opened to sneak a peek.
Sawyer had enough of her unruliness. He swiftly unshackled her and hauled her into his beefy arms. As he carried her to the spanking horse, Kate wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling smugly as if she had gotten her way. He had never felt the urge to punish a woman, but if anyone deserved it, or asked for it, it was the sexy brat known as Sam.
He gently stood her on her feet and pointed toward the bench. She stood motionless as if she didn’t really believe Sawyer would go through with it.
“I want that ass in the air, now,” he ordered with narrowed eyes.
“As you wish, Sir,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming brightly.
As Kate quickly laid her lean body over the bench, Sawyer suddenly felt like he had been had. Perhaps this is what she had wanted all along. He looked back to Dylan who was smirking and then to Isabel who was shaking her head. He motioned for Isabel who speedily moved next to him.
“Why do you call Kate, Sam?”
Tip-toeing up to his ear, she quietly answered, “I’m glad you asked. Sam stands for smart-ass masochist.”
Now it all made sense. Kate was intentionally trying to push his buttons. She wanted to be spanked and even though Sawyer felt like she deserved it, he wasn’t about to give into her petulant and manipulative ways.
His eyes darted back to Dylan and gave him a critical stare. Fucking,Young. Leave it to Dylan to make his first scene a frustrating one. Isabel stood next to Dylan and they both smiled stupidly at him, waiting for his next move.
He walked over to Kate and stood to the side of the bench. When she heard his movements, her perfect, firm ass rose in the air.
“You deserve to be spanked, there’s no doubt about it,” he spoke just loud enough for her to hear.
“I do. I’ve been a very bad girl,” she sighed.
He rested his hands on his hips and glared down at her. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Her ass lifted higher. “Yes, Sir, I would.”
“Well, then, a spanking is exactly what you’re not going to get.”
Kate’s head turned to the side and she had a look of bewilderment on her face.
“Do you know why?”
No response.
“Because it’s my decision what kind of pleasure and punishment you’ll get tonight.” Her bottom lip nearly hit the floor and he felt a sense of prevailing dominance in taking the reins. “Now, say it. Say: you alone are the master of this scene, Mr. Morrison.” He skimmed his fingers lightly over Kate’s ass. When she didn’t immediately answer, he squeezed the smooth flesh of one of her cheeks, digging his fingertips into her browned skin. “Say. It.”
Even though Sawyer’s voice was cold and exact, she squealed out and panted, but still refused to comply. She was stubborn if nothing else and he wasn’t going to put up with it. He pushed his fingers into her and pumped them in and out rapidly while alternating stimulating her clit.
“Tell me what I want to hear, Kate, and I’ll let you cum,” he breathed out, husky and ragged as he continued his assault on her pussy. Several minutes later the wet sound coming from her body became louder, and as her pussy began to swell with cum he felt a distinct quivering of her inner muscles. Abruptly he pulled his fingers out and clamped onto her ass.
“Oh, God…” Kate mewled with the need for release.
“No. Mr. Morrison,” he announced sternly.
When Sawyer’s fingers dug deeper yet in the flesh on her ass cheek, she gave in. “You’re the Master of this scene, Mr. Morrison.”
When he spoke again, his voice was tender, almost a murmur. “Do you want to cum tonight?”
Kate nodded her head exaggeratedly.
“Speak,” he stared at her with glacial eyes.
Her eyes came up to study Sawyer’s face. “I want to cum, Mr. Morrison.”
He slid two fingers back into her dripping folds. The scent of her aroused femininity was clouding his brain and his cock stiffened painfully. Easing his digits in and out little by little, he leaned into her ear and nipped her lobe. “I didn’t hear a please with that.”
Lowering her lids, she responded obediently. “Please…”
“I knew you could be a good girl if you just tried,” he cooed in her ear.
He had missed the taste of a woman. Removing his fingers, he licked them then quickly replaced them and vigorously fingered fucked her again, seeking out the spot he had been reading about for months. Sawyer was a man who believed that knowledge was power and he had not only done his homework on BDSM, but everything about a woman’s body that he could find. He had taken notes and studied for this day. He had even experimented on Sonya who was unknowing that she was his first. He had gotten an excellent response from her and was amazed at how much he enjoyed pleasuring a woman in such a way.
When he found what he was looking for, he tugged at her G-spot, delighting in the rough patch that was making Kate practically crawl out of her skin. The real thing was far better than any picture or video.
Her eyes fluttered open and closed, and shone brightly with lust and wanting. Her moans became louder and she thrust her ass into his palm, wanting more of the bliss that he was giving her. Sawyer pulled his hand back, leaving her uncomfortable and needy once again.