“That’s it, Love, just like that,” Dylan gave his authorization.
Moving behind Sarah, Sawyer wrapped his arms around her thick waist and buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her floral scent along with the sex still lingering in the air. He ground his erection into the small of her back and she responded by pushing back into him and accepting his touch as they looked on.
“They’re gorgeous,” Sarah stated softly.
“So are you, Snowflake. I would love to see you join them.”
Sarah turned her head to the side, her eyes expectant. “May I, Sir?”
“Go.”
Sarah turned her body to Sawyer and lifted her arms, allowing him to slip her dress up and off of her. Kneeling in front of her, Sawyer removed her pumps, and rolled each of her stockings down slowly, skimming his fingertips along the back of her legs. Just before standing, he planted a soft kiss on her panty covered mound and grinned up at her.
Wearing only her panties and corset, Sarah tiptoed to the bed and stood near, waiting for an invitation. Claire offered her hand first, then Isabel. Luke crawled to the foot of the bed and sprawled out, resting on one elbow like a lion watching his pride of lionesses play as the three women began to touch and massage each other, all the while whispering feminine nothings in each other’s ears.
Sawyer would’ve given anything to know the words being spoken, but he was only left to his dirty imagination. His cock throbbed intensely and he was so excited, he felt as if he would implode from the sheer heat his body was putting off. Caught up in the vision of Sarah caressing Claire’s mound and slipping her fingers in, he forgot about the other men in the room until he felt Dylan’s hand on his shoulder.
“It’s a beautiful sight, isn’t it?”
“Fuck, yes,” he growled.
Claire’s body rose, allowing Isabel to spread out on the bed, and she and Sarah helped her to undress. The women moved leisurely, enjoying the show they were putting on for the three men, their movements slow and purposefully teasing. Isabel lifted her hips so that Sarah could slide her thong down her smooth thighs, while Claire pulled her pale-blue, satin top over her head and removed her corset. When Isabel was fantastically naked, she looked to Dylan for consent.
“My naughty places are in need of attention, Master,” Isabel stated in a silky voice that was more of a request than a declaration.
Dylan smiled wickedly and nodded his head, his deep, thick voice filling the room when he spoke. “Let them feast on your sweet cunt, my little wench.”
Isabel’s eyes flickered keenly and she smiled as she lay back and spread her short legs wide. Claire dove in first, fingering and licking at Isabel while Sarah massaged and kissed her large breasts. Claire raised her head briefly to kiss Sarah, their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths and sharing Isabel’s taste before returning to the buffet laid out before her. After several minutes, Isabel’s breathing quickened and her moans became louder. With her eyes tightly closed, she gently pushed Claire away.
Her eyes met Dylan’s. “All my orgasms belong to you, Master. Finish me?”
Dylan moved to the bed and kneeled on it, holding his hand out to Isabel. “That’s my good girl,” he smiled. She met the smile and the hand which was offered to her, and stood.
“In due time, love, but first, I have an appointment with my Mistress,” he grinned crookedly at her before leading her to the suspension rig. Handing her the whip, he bowed his head benevolently, “You’re up.”
Isabel’s eyes dilated as she pushed her shoulders back and rubbed her hand over Dylan’s rigid cock. She looked ethereal and dreamlike in the dim lighting, but fierce.
“So are you, my sweet lover.”
Still mildly stunned by having watched Dylan submit to Isabel, Sawyer drove with Sarah to the Dark Asylum deep in thought. He was quiet the entire drive thinking about everything he had learned in the previous two hours and with the still lingering images of the three women fondling each other.
Thinking about the upcoming scene, he hoped he would give everyone a good show at the club and more importantly, not make a fool of himself or hurt Isabel. She had volunteered to be his first ‘victim’ and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Sarah, too, remained silent and seemed to withdraw after having watched Dylan and Isabel’s scene.
“Did seeing Isabel in control upset you?” Sawyer asked, reaching over and taking Sarah’s hand.
“No, it was beautiful to see and I’m honored they shared that with me,” she came back with.
Sawyer nodded, feeling the same way, but still wondering why Sarah was so distant.
“You looked amazing tonight with Isabel and Claire. Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Yes, Sir. Did you enjoy watching?”
Sawyer let out a short burst of laughter. “Three gorgeous women play-fucking… what do you think?”
“I think if your dick had gotten any harder, it could have doubled as a steel girder,” Sarah quipped nonchalantly.
His eyes widened to her hilariously bawdy remark. “How uncouth!” he teased and she promptly blushed.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she stammered, her cheeks glowing bright red.
“Don’t be. I quite like lewd Snowflake.”
She chortled and squeezed his arm, but then quieted back down and stared out the window.
At the club, a small crowd had already gathered in anticipation of Luke’s showing. A visitor from a far off land wielding a whip masterfully seemed like something everyone was keen on seeing. Luke would warm Isabel up for Sawyer and then hand over the reins, so to speak. Before having left the Youngs’ house, Sawyer had tested out the menacing whip and swung it at least a hundred times if not more, getting a feel for how the whip felt in his hands. But testing it out on the back wall would be nothing compared to wielding it against flesh.
Sarah stood with the group while Isabel stripped down to her white satin and velvet corset and lace thong. Dylan whispered things in her ear and caressed her cheeks while Sawyer restrained her arms above her to a spreader bar that was hanging from the ceiling in a large room. He was still getting accustomed to using leather cuffs and he fumbled slightly. Feeling out of his element, he began to worry everyone around him would sense his inexperience, but was relieved that no one seemed to notice.
Next, he moved to her ankles. Placing a steel pipe with soldered metal cuffs at each end in front of her feet, Isabel adjusted her legs to a wide stance as he cuffed her ankles into place. Still kneeling, his eyes moved up Isabel’s petite form, pausing briefly on the dark-blonde hair just visible through her sheer panties, her curved hips and overabundant, uptilted breasts oozing out the top of her corset. When their eyes met, Isabel was smiling down at him.
“You have a gentle yet firm and reassuring touch, Sawyer, and you’re well on your way to making a wonderful Dom. I’m honored that you’ve allowed me to help you learn.” Isabel's voice was fragile and shaking; her eyes half-closed and clouded.
Sawyer straightened himself with dignity, impressed with the obvious confidence he inspired in Isabel. He had always found Isabel charming in submissive mode, but to see her being docile for him, he felt a twinge of something unfamiliar for her; a combination of arousal and deep caring not unlike love. Normally those feelings would be accompanied with guilt, but Sawyer knew it was because of the setting and nothing more and that Dylan and Isabel wouldn’t be insulted by his emotions.
Sawyer touched Isabel’s cheek tenderly and skimmed his fingers down over her diamond and leather collar. Her seductive young body and scent were calling to him and she purred with appreciation as she leaned into his touch.