“Now beg for it,” his voice rang out with finality.
Kate thrashed her head as if fighting the urge to give into the inexperienced Dom, but when Sawyer licked the nape of her neck and nipped her shoulder blade, she gave in, her words spilling out of her fervently.
“Please, Mr. Morrison, make me cum. Please, oh, God, please…” she whined, her voice shaky.
The front of Sawyer’s pants cooled with the wetness of his precum and he pushed his fingers back into her, pulling and tugging at her pussy viciously. She had given him what he had been dreaming of and he would reward her for it. Kate cried out and her body began to tremble. At the height of her orgasm, he yanked his fingers out and swiftly smacked her ass, giving her what she had wanted all along, but only when he had desired to do so, and leaving a glorious handprint on her bottom. She screamed out and almost fell off the bench from her orgasmic spasm, but Sawyer caught her and pulled her into his arms.
“Kate, my delicious, unruly Kate…” he spoke softly, his voice breaking with deep huskiness.
Her eyes focused on Sawyer’s mouth and they clouded with some undefined emotion. “Allow me to pleasure you, Master Morrison. I want to taste you, too. Please?”
Feeling satisfied with his performance, he accepted her offer of repayment for having allowed her to cum and watched with contentment as she fell to her knees to work his cock with gratitude. Any previous doubts he had about being a Dom pooled at his feet along side his pants. He was a Dom and there was no turning back.
Chapter 7
Sawyer stood in the shower, washing the red gloss off his cock. Kate had proved herself quite skillful in getting him off. Smiling at the thought of her pouted lips gliding over his rigid shaft, Sawyer wondered what other pleasures awaited him at the Dark Asylum. He had never felt so in control as when he heard Kate beg for his touch.
With water droplets still in his hair and on his shoulders, he wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to the kitchen to make something to eat. Kate had sapped him not only of cum, but of energy, and he was famished.
The time was just after ten when his phone chirped with a message from Sarah. He had been thinking about her safety and wondering when he would see her again.
SarahH: 10:06 PM: Since I didn’t hear from you, I take it you were in your element? ;)
S.M.: 10:07 PM: Not fully, but I’m getting there.
SarahH: 10:08 PM: Would you be comfortable sharing the details?
Sawyer chuckled at Sarah’s response. She was always polite, even during texting.
S.M.: 10:10 PM: Of course. Young set up a scene with an exasperating and very frustrating woman nicknamed Sam.
SarahH: 10:11 PM: Funny! How was that?
S.M.: 10:13: PM: Funny? I’m glad you find amusement in my agitation. It was testing but rewarding.
SarahH: 10:15 PM: I didn’t mean to make fun. Please forgive me?
S.M.: 10:16 PM: I will, after I’m satisfied with your efforts to make up for that little remark.
Sawyer could think of a few ways she could coax forgiveness out of him, namely allowing him to bury his face in her large breasts and suck at her puckered nipples. He smiled at his vulgar thought, but regretted having sent the message. He knew Sarah was still having intimacy issues and he didn’t want to push himself on her with inappropriate remarks. Before he could apologize, his phone rang.
“Snowflake…,” he answered.
“I just wanted to hear your voice, Mr. Morrison. It’s difficult to decipher the meaning and tone of text messages sometimes and…”
“About my remark, I apologize if I crossed the line.”
“Oh, I see,” she sounded disappointed.
“Have I crossed the line?”
“The ‘line’ is still something we’re getting acquainted with. But no, you haven’t crossed it. I’m at work so I can’t talk long, but I’m very eager to hear more about your evening.”
“Well, if you’re okay with hearing the details, I’d be happy to share,” he replied with astonishment in his voice.
“Yes, please share. I wish I had been there…”
“It couldn’t be helped. Young and Isabel were very supportive, so it’s all good. I made good use of the tawse and short flogger, and also…” he hesitated, unsure if he should reveal all the juicy details.
“Yes?” Sarah urged.
“Some orgasm denial,” he stated, unsure of how she would react.
To his surprise, her voice deepened with arousal. “That sounds delicious. You were very busy. What was your objective for the night?”
“I wanted to hear a woman beg. It’s been something I’ve always wanted but never had the balls to try and make happen.”
“I’m positive you’re not lacking in the testicular region, Mr. Morrison. From what Isabel has told me, you’re quite a force to be dealt with in your professional life and I suspect behind closed doors as well.”
Sawyer wondered what else Isabel told Sarah. “Being commanding at work and being dominant in the bedroom are completely different things, especially when the women I’ve been with were conservative. Not to say I wasn’t to a certain degree.”
“I understand. Back when I was living Vanilla, things in the bedroom were just standard fare, but once the walls came down, that’s when my Master and I let our true secret desires be known. If no one initiates it, then how can it be accomplished?”
“I’ve been wondering lately if I had known about BDSM with my wife, if she would’ve agreed to it. I guess I’ll never know.”
Sawyer became quiet thinking about Serena. The love they had shared was beautiful and pure, but the lies he had to tell her to keep the nature of his work confidential had always eaten away at him. Even with Sonya, though not to the same extent. He cared deeply for Sonya, even loved her, but it wasn’t the same kind of affection he had felt for his first love, Serena. He often wondered if he would ever feel that connection with someone again.
“There are so many things I wish I would’ve done with my Master before his time on this Earth was finished, but it does me no good to dwell on it, and it won’t do you any good either. I’m just glad for the time we shared.”
“I couldn’t have said it better, Snowflake.”
“So did you get what you wanted? Did you make Sam beg?”
“Oh, she begged,” he commented, his voice purposely low and seductive.
“Did you reward her?”
Sawyer laughed as if the answer were obvious, “Yes. I’m not a sadist, Sarah.”
Sarah sighed and giggled. “Good, I’m glad to hear that. I hope she satisfied you, as well.”
He couldn’t get over discussing his sexual experiences with a woman he might possibly have intimate encounters with. He paused, deciding if he should answer.
“Communication and honesty, Mr. Morrison; I can handle whatever you tell me. After all, you belong to the BDSM community, not me.”
“Interesting way to put it, but I belong to myself.”
“I’ll have to politely disagree with you. When you’re in training, you belong to your teachers and the community which has accepted you. This journey can’t be undertaken alone. Not if you’re going to make a real go at it and be successful. Hey, wait. You’re trying to get out of answering me, aren’t you? Fess up, Domly One!”
Sawyer threw his head back and laughed loudly. He liked the title Domly One. And Master, too. Hell, even Sir. “Yes, I was rewarded.”