After dressing himself, Sawyer found Sarah in his bedroom waiting for him. Conscious of the drool that was quickly pooling in the corners of his mouth from the fantastic sight in front of him, he wiped his mouth.
His eyes started at her feet and moved upward, slowly taking in every inch of her body. She had perfectly shaped ankles that were made decadent by her three inch rhinestone studded heels. The exquisite geometry of her calves was enhanced by the soft curve of her thighs and her body was second to no other form he had ever laid his eyes on. When his gaze reached her waist, he could no longer resist reaching a hand out to glide his fingertips over the lace-top stockings, up and over her waist and along the curvature of her double D breasts that flowed over the top of the silk and bone under-breast corset.
“Good God, Sarah…” Sawyer’s husky voice trailed off, his tonguing poking out to lick the bit of drool that had pooled in the corner of his mouth again. “You’re truly stunning beyond words.” Sawyer smiled devilishly. He had chosen his sex kitten’s attire well.
“Help me with my dress, please?” Sarah asked, reaching over and handing him the pink frock.
“It would be my absolute pleasure.”
Sawyer kept his eyes fixed on Sarah during dinner, his eyes rarely straying from hers. When his focus was taken from her, he would redirect it and shoot her a conspiratorial half-smile. Sarah simply smiled in return and averted her eyes downward in acquiescence.
Isabel was in a particularly chatty mood and Luke was proving to be very knowledgeable. His French accent took some getting used to but once Sawyer figured out what the hell he was saying, it made the conversation more palatable. Another submissive named Claire had been invited as entertainment for Luke and she seemed quite taken with the foreigner. The room seemed to crackle with sexual electricity as they all spoke of things to come.
When dinner drew to an end, they all made their way to the Youngs’ dungeon. The last time Sawyer had seen it was when he helped Dylan design it as a surprise for Isabel. It was very much the same as it had been nearly two years before except for a few new additions. Proud of his playroom, Dylan showed everyone around while Isabel stood near the large four-poster wooden bed watching him lovingly. The room wasn’t overly large and with all the equipment, it made for a close and personal setting.
Claire undressed down to her black, lace, crotchless panties and Luke pulled her medium-length hair up into a pony while whispering lusty secrets into her ear. Finally, he shackled her wrists to an overhead suspension bar, Isabel assisted by fastening the dark-skinned beauty’s ankles to a spreader bar. In the meantime, Dylan began picking out music.
“This is exciting, isn’t it?” Sarah whispered to Sawyer. “I’ve only seen a bullwhip used a few times and that was years ago.”
“I’ve only seen videos,” he admitted.
“Are you really going to try it?” she asked, her eyes gleaming like glassy volcanic rock.
“That’s what I’ve been told.” Sawyer’s stomach clenched tight just thinking about it and he was becoming more uncomfortable by the minute when he saw Luke unfurl the long whip and circle it around on the floor.
Sarah seemed to sense Sawyer’s tension and she pressed her body flush against his for reassurance. “You’ll be fine, Sir. Luke seems to know his stuff.”
“It’s not me I’m worried about; it’s whoever is on the receiving end of the whip.”
“Me?” Sarah asked hopefully.
He faced Sarah and a probing query came into his eyes. “Would you like it to be you?”
She looked at him optimistically. “If you’ll allow me.”
He shook his head. Experimenting on his sweet Snowflake was out of the question. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Sarah dropped her lashes to hide her disappointment. “I wanted to be the first to scene with you but work prevented that, and now is my opportunity to be the first at the end of your whip. Please don’t deny me, Sir. Please use my body to learn what pleases you.”
The heartfelt and beseeching look on Sarah’s face almost prevented Sawyer from saying no, but he couldn’t risk harming her. His forehead creased with seriousness and he smoothed a wayward strand of her hair. “We’ll share many firsts, Sarah, but not this. My decision is final. Trust me when I say this is what’s best.”
She studied him thoughtfully for a moment before tiptoeing up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Sir, and I do trust you.”
Luke looked to Sawyer. “I’ve brought a shorter-than-normal whip for this demonstration and lesson. Shall we begin?”
A knot rose in his throat but he moved without delay. The leather was long and he couldn’t imagine that it was a shorter version. Luke swung the whip and snapped his wrist sharply, the air hissing around it loudly. All three women in the room jumped simultaneously to the sound in turn causing all three men to burst out into laughter.
The mood in the room seemed to lighten and Sawyer was able to relax as Luke went to work on Claire’s body. Sawyer watched and listened closely to everything Luke was telling and showing him. On occasion he would look to Sarah who seemed to be mesmerized by the Frenchman’s skill. Claire’s entire body showed the damage of a masochist, but every one of the marks was like a finely etched tattoo, and each one told its own story. On her silky, dark mocha skin, they were nothing less than splendid.
Luke’s movements were swift and calculated, but never harsh, and Sawyer was surprised at the finesse he demonstrated with the intimidating implement.
After nearly half an hour of setting Claire’s body ablaze, Luke finished her off by slowly fucking her from behind as he held her out and away from his body as to not injure her freshly whipped back. Claire pushed her ass out to accept Luke’s lengthy shaft as he thrust into her unhurriedly, penetrating her depths over and over while softly speaking his praises to her.
Sawyer looked away as the pair’s orgasms neared and caught Sarah’s eyes on him. There was an air of meekness about her that captivated him and something in her calm manner that soothed him. They locked eyes while Claire and Luke grunted and came together, and a hot ache grew in Sawyer’s throat as Sarah’s eyes implored him for something unknown.
Luke pulled out of Claire and rid himself of his condom, then unshackled her quickly and swept her up into his sinewy arms. Carrying her to the bed, he laid her out while both he and Isabel eased her wounds with a medicinal-scented herbal salve. Luke cooed sweet French words into Claire’s ear while Isabel kissed her forehead and cradled her. Watching Isabel care so tenderly for Claire, Sawyer knew she would make a wonderful mother someday.
Luke began to suck at Claire’s nipples while Isabel watched ardently and assisted by holding Claire’s breast up for Luke. Claire wrapped an arm around Isabel’s neck, raised her head and kissed the tender spot below her chin as she ran her fingers through Isabel’s yellow curls. Isabel tilted her head downward and the two pressed their lips together, their tongues twisting together slowly.
The dazzling contrast in the two women’s skin color reminded Sawyer of hot cocoa swirling around in warm milk. It was sensual and arousing to watch the two women engage in light petting, and Sawyer wondered how Dylan felt about Isabel being so affectionate and sexual with another female. Looking over, it was clear to see that Dylan was just as turned on as he was by Isabel’s intimate gestures toward Claire as he stood at the foot of the bed, his hand gliding over the erection that was pressed into his pants.
Isabel’s eyes fluttered open and without disengaging from Claire’s mouth, her eyes shifted upward and locked into Dylan’s heated gaze.