“No, Sir, it’s not. Not yet anyway,” she laughed nervously but smiled.
Mildly disappointed but not surprised, he shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, well, you can’t blame a man for trying.”
He picked out a sexy knee-length, dainty pink chiffon dress with lace-top, thigh-high stockings and corset undergarment for Sarah before climbing into the shower. To his surprise, she followed shortly after. Peeking into the stall, her bright azure eyes scanned his wet body.
“May I join you, Sir?”
“If ever there was a harebrained question that was it. Get in here.”
Sawyer threw the shower door open and pulled Sarah in brusquely before she had a chance to change her mind. Steam bellowed all around them and Sarah’s high-pitched laughter filled the bathroom. Sawyer promptly began studying her body. She was absolutely gorgeous soaking wet. Her skin was the most striking shade of ivory and her long cocoa hair clung to all the right places. The way her large breasts hung and swayed, Sawyer had to concentrate on not becoming erect.
“You’re beautiful, Snowflake, and even more perfect than I imagined,” he told her, his voice low and smooth.
Sarah’s lips parted in surprise. “You imagined me nude?”
“I’m a heterosexual man, Sarah, not a robot. Of course I imagined you nude.” Her rose-colored tongue poked out to slick her lips, making the task of not becoming hard even more difficult. “You’re making this difficult for me. Was that your intention by joining me in the shower? Some kind of test to see if I can resist you?” he asked, lifting a mischievous eyebrow at her as he gripped his semi-rigid shaft.
Her eyes moved downward and fixed on his dick. “No, Sir, it wasn’t. I just believe in conserving water,” she grinned up at him guiltily.
Sawyer stared at her a moment before breaking out into full blown laughter. Sarah grabbed a large sponge from the shower shelf and lathered it with soap.
“May I wash you?”
“Another ridiculous question,” he laughed. Was Sarah really going to ask permission to do everything?
Sarah began on his front, rubbing large circles on his firm stomach and moving up to the defined muscles of his pecs. She stopped and touched the scar over his heart tenderly, skimming her fingertip over the long mark that extended to his ribcage. The hand that held the sponge dropped to her side as her eyes roamed over his torso and biceps, noting the abundance of scars, pockmarks and burns that varied in size from large-to-small.
“You’re very well formed, Mr. Morrison, but…” she touched each of the blemishes and her brows knitted together. “You’ve been through so much. Who hurt you like this?” she whispered sorrowfully.
Sawyer tilted his head back and closed his eyes without answering, allowing the water to run down his face and body. Running his hand over his rugged face, he wiped his eyes and focused on Sarah’s expression. He truly hated talking about his past. The last thing he wanted was sympathy and the thing he detested even more than that was pity. Sarah stood patiently waiting but the peaceful look on her face and quietness motivated him to tell her.
“A lot of different people; all of them bad...” he started out unflinchingly. Sarah’s head tilted with confusion and he suddenly felt exposed. She must have sensed his impending withdrawal because she drew nearer to him, dropping the sponge and rubbing her hands over his upper arms and chest, gently coaxing him without pressuring him. Swallowing hard, he continued. “Some of it was work related.”
Some, but not all. It had been a long damned time since he had thought about his childhood and the things he had endured at the hands of his abusive caretakers. Sawyer eyed the small, round burn marks on his upper arms and closed his eyes tightly.
How do you tell someone about the pain of being six years old and ripped from everything and everyone you knew and loved, and thrown in with a group of unfeeling strangers? How do you put into words about the horror of when you were nine years old and having your arm broken by your older pedophile foster brother because you wouldn’t suck his cock? How the hell do you describe what it felt like being used as a punching bag and human ashtray by your foster mother’s sadistic, druggy boyfriend? Or how you spent nearly a year in juvenile detention when you were fifteen for strangling to unconsciousness and knocking the front teeth out of a school bully who had relentlessly picked on you for years? How the fuck do you explain all of that without sounding pathetic?
“Sir…” Sarah’s whisper was barely heard over the sound of the water.
His eyes opened, dreading what he would see looking back at him. He didn’t want Sarah’s pity and if she dared look at him in that dismal, pitiful way, he would lose all respect and desire for her. To his absolute relief, her expression was only that of concern.
“Tell me in your own time,” she finished.
Forcing himself to smile, Sawyer tried to lighten the heavy mood. “By the way, you’re very well formed, yourself.”
Sarah immediately picked up where she left off, causing him to moan out when her teasing touches moved further down to the hair framing his cock. She swirled her fingers into the hair and gently glided her hand over the head of his dick.
Dropping her hand to her side, she looked away, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Mr. Morrison… I…”
When Sarah’s eyes met Sawyer’s he could sense her hesitancy once again.
Sawyer smiled kindly. “Do only what you feel comfortable with, Snowflake. Or don’t do anything at all. Just having you in here with me is pleasure enough.”
Sarah’s look of anxiety melted away and one hand gripped his dick firmly while the other cradled his balls. She began to slowly stroke him, her eyes never leaving his gaze. They stared at one another as she began to jack him off. The way her hands were moving and her eyes watching his mouth, Sawyer’s instinctive response was powerful. He grabbed her face and moved towards her slowly until their lips brushed each other’s. He wanted to plunge his tongue into her mouth but withheld the urge and held her head steady.
“I want your kiss, Sir,” Sarah whined.
Sawyer’s eyes darkened with desire. “Say it again,” he ordered.
Her blazing eyes flicked from his mouth to his eyes, her brows pinching together. “I want that kiss, Sawyer. It belongs to me. Please, please….”
Sawyer tingled when Sarah said his name and he quirked an eyebrow at her. “You’re mistaken, my pretty little sub. Your kiss belongs to me, and tonight, so does this mouth,” he breathed out just before he thrust his tongue into her imploring mouth. He kissed her ravenously, nibbling and biting her lips. His mouth covered hers briefly only to leave her panting and begging for more.
“I haven’t been kissed like this in so long, Sir. Please… don’t stop,” she whimpered, her eyes remaining tightly closed.
Sawyer crushed his mouth to hers again, stifling her pleadings. He slowed his movements to gently kiss each of her eyelids, cheeks, then mouth, all the while, Sarah’s hands moving up and down his hardness and kneading his tender sac.
Sarah’s nearness was overwhelming and the electricity of her skilled touch pushed him closer to the edge as his end neared.
“Make me cum,” he demanded.
“Yes, Sir,” Sarah mewled.
Feeling all-powerful, Sawyer leaned his head back, allowing the water to run over his face once again as he grunted and came. Her strokes slowed, extracting every drop of cum out of him.
Prying his eyes open, he was greeted to Sarah’s bashful smile and reddened cheeks.
“You’re such a good girl, Snowflake. Has anyone ever told you that?”
Her watchful eyes traveled over his face and searched his mahogany eyes before answering. “Not in a long time, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to give you pleasure.”