Leaning into Isabel’s ear, his long fingers clamped over her hip before easing their way down and past her panties, pushing them into her damp folds and pinching her clit. Her muscles tensed under his fingertips and she mewled in delight. Sawyer bit Isabel’s lobe gently and breathed into her ear, “I know exactly what you need, my Sweetness, and it isn’t at all what you think you want…” then slipped his tongue into the shell of her ear, circling it around. “It’s to do what pleases me.” He skimmed his tongue down her jawline to her parted lips, dipping it into her mouth, tasting her once again, “when and how I tell you to do it.” He bit gently into her bottom lip before trailing his mouth down to her neck. “Any questions?” he asked with his words muffled as he buried his face against her throat, the pounding of her rapid pulse throbbing in her jugular vein felt on his lips.
Isabel moaned and nodded her head. “Good. We’ll start with something simple to see how well you can follow my orders.” Isabel’s eyes flickered open and she waited for his command. “Fuck my tongue with your mouth,” he ordered, his words cool and clear like ice water.
He stood, tilted his head and opened his mouth, his thick, rigid tongue sticking out just far enough for Isabel to get a hold of it. Eagerly complying, she pushed her head forward and latched onto his tongue, sucking at it greedily as if it were his hard cock and bobbing her head forward and back. He thrust his fingers deeper into her pussy, making her moan out and her limbs tremble.
Drawing away from Isabel abruptly, he left her hanging in mid air, needy and whining for his touch. She opened her mouth to speak, but Sawyer placed his index finger to her mouth, silencing her.
“Only screams of pleasure, remember?” he reminded her, poking his wet finger into her mouth, allowing her to taste herself. “How do you taste, Isabel?”
She closed her eyes and swirled her tongue over his index finger, then answered, “Salty and…”
“Tell me,” Sawyer demanded.
“Aroused.”
Pulling his finger out of Isabel’s mouth, he dipped it back into her pussy, soaking his finger again and bringing it to his mouth to confirm her assessment. He licked and sucked his fingers and agreed wholeheartedly. “Yes, Cookie, you do taste aroused. But you left something out.”Cocking her head to the side, Isabel’s brows knitted together. “Delectable.”
Sawyer’s left shoulder ached from all the whipping and sensual torture he had inflicted on Isabel, and he rubbed it with his right hand while he and Sarah drove away from the club. The scene was still playing in his mind as he thought about how he could’ve made it better for Isabel and himself. He had left her begging to be fucked and though he suspected Dylan would’ve allowed it, he just couldn’t cross that line out of respect for the two of them. Having remembered Isabel’s statement that all her orgasms belonged to her husband, he handed her off to Dylan to finish her off completely. The scent of Isabel’s pussy was still lingering on his clothing, making him smirk wickedly. He could completely understand why Dylan was so enamored with her; she was quite a tasty little sub. He hoped by assisting Dylan in making Isabel cum, he had made up for his egregious mistake with the whip.
Perhaps Snowflake would be up to allowing him to try his hand at the whip again on her the next time. Sawyer inwardly laughed, surprised that he was even considering doing it again. He couldn’t wait to get the thick beauty back to his condo.
“I’d like if it you stayed the night with me, Snowflake.”
She stared at her hands before answering. “I can’t, but thank you for the offer,” she said softly.
“You’re very quiet. Tell me what you’re fighting with.” Sarah swallowed hard to Sawyer’s statement and slumped into the leather seat. “Please sit up and look at me,” he stated decisively. There was nothing more frustrating than seeing a beautiful woman lose her confidence.
She squared her shoulders and faced him. “I can’t put it into words right at the moment, but I assure you it wasn’t anything you did or did not do. It’s actually been a very pleasurable night for me.”
Sawyer nodded and let it go sensing that Sarah was clearly struggling with her own demons. He had wanted to spend the night exploring her curves, but resigned himself to the fact he may just have to jerk himself off for release.
Arriving at her home, he walked her to the porch. Sarah unlocked her door slowly and turned to face Sawyer. With the moon shining in her glassy eyes and glinting off her hair, Sawyer leaned forward. She opened her mouth to say goodnight and he wrapped the fingers of one hand around the back of her neck and pressed his open lips to hers. She tried to pull away but Sawyer refused her denial. He was a patient man, but he wouldn’t be denied her kiss. Realizing her feeble attempts were useless, Sarah gave in to the forceful domination of his lips. Dusting his fingers up her smooth thigh, his hand moved under her dress to skim her hip and squeeze her waist. Sawyer continued to kiss her with a hunger that belied his outward calm, lingering and savoring every bit of her that she was allowing him to explore. He moved his mouth to her earlobe, grazing it with his teeth before ending their dreamy moment. The kiss obviously left Sarah weak and confused as she wobbled on her feet and held onto his biceps for stability.
“I wish I had this effect on all women,” Sawyer smiled down at her, proud of his effect on her.
With half-closed eyes, Sarah answered unequivocally, “You do, Sir, and don’t you ever doubt that.”
Chapter 9
The following day at work was busy and it wasn’t until mid-afternoon that Sawyer was finally able to speak with Dylan. When he entered Dylan’s office, he was greeted with a slightly raised eyebrow and a crooked accusing half-grin.
“Did you rub one off thinking about my wife last night, Morrison?” he asked.
Sawyer shook his head and laughed. “It wasn’t Isabel I was thinking about.”
“Good. I know how hard it can be not finishing at the end of a scene. Hard. See what I did there? How hard it can be?” he chuckled at himself. “You left before I had a chance to commend you on how well you handled yourself last night. And my wife, too, but don’t get used to it. As much as I enjoyed seeing you tease and nearly fuck her, I’d like to be the only one who satisfies her. She’s still available for ‘educational’ purposes, of course,” he smiled.
“Thanks. I honestly don’t think anyone else could satisfy Isabel.”
Dylan’s lifted his eyebrows. “Do you think she was holding back?”
“A little.”
Dylan shook his head and huffed. “I’ll have to have a talk with her about that. Perhaps a spanking is in order.”
“No, please don’t do that. All-in-all, the scene was very enjoyable. Anyway, I don’t think she was holding back per se. I think she just would’ve preferred pain interspersed with my teasing.”
Dylan’s stern looked softened. “Well, that’s my little masochist for you. And admit it: it was more than just ‘enjoyable’.”
Unable to hide his wayward thoughts, Sawyer nodded. “Yes, fine. I admit it.” Seating himself across from Dylan’s desk, he got back down to business. “I’m going to be paying a little visit to a certain Mr. Christopherson.”
Dylan rocked his chair back and gave Sawyer a sharp, assessing look. “You have everything in order?”
“Absolutely. It turns out Emilio’s business partner has been a very naughty boy. I’m sure his wife would love to know about his years of promiscuity and drug use. And if that doesn’t persuade him, then perhaps Uncle Sam would like to know about his under the table dealings with a local contractor.”