Ciara blinked rapidly and scanned the floor. “May I speak freely?”
“From here forward when I ask you a question, I want your words to come nothing less than freely. Pronunziare,” Sawyer gave the order to speak.
“The excitement is all in the limits, Master Morrison, and pushing them. Yes, I will do whatever you ask, but it doesn’t mean that I’m mindless and without opinion or that I will like or enjoy everything I’m ordered to do. It’s your pleasure that I seek; your desires that I long to fulfill, and it’s your duty as my Master to coax consent out of me. To seduce me and make me want to do the things that I would otherwise not want to do. Just because I’m a slave doesn’t mean that I can’t walk away at any time if I feel like my submission is being abused or my needs aren’t being met. Does that make sense?” Ciara asked earnestly, tugging the blanket around her shoulders tighter.
Sawyer beamed. Ciara was not only gorgeous and subservient, but intelligent. “You’re quite an interesting woman, Angel. Thank you for sharing with me. Your honesty and openness means everything to me, and I look forward to seducing consent out of you. Now, what was that about dressing me?”
Ciara’s eyes widened with joy. “Yes, Master Morrison, I would love to dress you. May I choose your attire as well?”
Sawyer waved his hand toward his bag lying on the floor. “Please do, but I didn’t bring anything formal.”
“I believe Master K has something that will fit you.”
While Ciara dug around in a large armoire to find appropriate apparel for Sawyer, his watched beeped, signaling 9:00 p.m.
“Excuse me. Right at this moment the sub who is training me is pleasuring herself and I need to focus on her image.”
Sawyer moved directly in front of the window again and closed his eyes, thinking about Sarah’s hypnotic blue eyes, pink lips and fantastic curves. He fantasized about her undressing and slipping off her panties. He tried to imagine the look on her face as her fingers teased her clit and penetrated her pussy, all the while thinking about him. Sawyer’s cock hardened under the strain of his slacks and he adjusted himself before facing Ciara.
In the time that Sawyer had focused on Sarah, Ciara had picked out a costume that any grand Master would be proud to wear. She had found a charcoal gray, double breasted suit amongst Kerian’s clothing and laid it out for him. Kerian was about the same size as Sawyer, just over six feet tall and 190 lean pounds.
Sawyer eyed it and smiled. “You have fantastic taste in attire. So does Kerian. What next?”
Ciara smiled and began to undress Sawyer slowly. Her movements were smooth and fluid and it was apparent she was proficient at undressing the male form. When he was down to his briefs, Ciara’s eyes scanned his numerous scars but she said nothing and asked no questions. Her hands then roamed over his muscular form – first over his biceps and down his abs. She lowered herself to her knees and rubbed her palm over his still partially erect dick and tugged at his underwear, revealing the soft hair that framed his shaft. The head of his cock poked out from the top of his briefs and Ciara grinned up at Sawyer before releasing his manhood from its fabric prison.
“You have a fine-looking cock, Master Morrison; long and thick, and the perfect size to bring pleasure without causing pain. I would be grateful if you allowed me to pleasure you.”
How could Sawyer say no to an offer like that? “I’d like that very much.”
“What’s your flavor for this evening? Maybe there’s something you’ve been wanting to try but been unable to?”
“Mmm, yes. I’ve never tried anal and it sounds fucking incredible.”
Ciara’s eyes lit up and a lop-sided smile graced her face. “Oh, Master Morrison, I would be so honored to be your first. Please, if Master K allows, may I be your first?” The eagerness and enthusiasm in Ciara’s voice was like that of a child on Christmas day as she rose and bounced on her toes, and Sawyer tossed his head back and laughed.
“Yes, you can be my first…”
A knock on the door interrupted their discussion.
“It’s Julia. Playtime will be starting in exactly twenty minutes,” she stated muffled through the door.
“Twenty minutes isn’t nearly enough to enjoy your body. Perhaps later, Angel?”
Ciara bowed politely, “Yes, Master Morrison.”
“Will you be dressed for the evening or are you going like that?”
“That’s your decision to make, Master, but please keep in mind I will be undressed shortly for the festivities that Master K has planned.”
“I see. Well, I would still like to see you dress for me. Is there something in here that you can model for me?”
“Yes, Master K has every guest room outfitted with clothing. I respectfully remind you that it’s your duty to choose something for me.”
Ciara pointed to another larger armoire. Sawyer sifted through the expensive satin and velvet gowns and lace lingerie, and found something he liked the looks of. He motioned for Ciara to stand front and center and started by letting her long flowing hair down. It touched her lower back and he ran his fingers through before braiding it and pulling around her shoulder.
“Christ, you truly are an Angel.”
Sawyer’s heartbeat began to throb in his ears when her body responded to his touch and words. His hands continued to glide over her body, seeking out her pleasure points. Palming her small breast, he tweaked her nipple, making her close her eyes and moan out. Sawyer seated himself in a white leather duchess chair. Feeling a little more comfortable with his role, he instructed his slave-on-loan what to do.
“Dress for me. Give me a good show, and keep your eyes on me at all times,” he said with staid calmness while looking her over seductively.
Her eyes remained steadily focused on Sawyer’s chestnut irises while she put on a see-through, black strapless piece of lingerie that fell mid-thigh. The areola of her breasts could be seen and her puckered nipples strained through the fabric. Ribbon ties needed to be cinched at the back and she knelt between Sawyer’s feet, keeping her head turned to the side so that her eyes remained on him. Sawyer pulled the strings of the frock tight, taking Ciara’s breath away. Wrapping his fingers around her swan-like neck, he guided her head back and placed a kiss on her mouth, then trailed his lips down the curve of her collar-bone.
“I hope I’m allowed the pleasure of being buried in your ass, my obedient little slave. Are you looking forward to teaching me the finer points of anal sex?”
“I can’t imagine there’s anything you don’t know, Master Morrison, or that I can teach you,” she stroked his ego.
“We’ll soon find out, won’t we?”
Ciara and Sawyer made their way down the stone spiral stairs to the dark basement. The smell of sex, incense and leather got stronger as they neared the dungeon. When they entered the expansive room that was brightly lit by several crystal chandeliers, they were treated to a scene already in progress.
Kerian moved quietly over to them and whispered, “Some of the participants were eager to get started a little early. I like to keep my private scenes more relaxed than those at the club, and the rules and regulations that we adhere to there, for the most part, don’t apply here. Of course, it goes without saying that everything here is always safe, sane and consensual. With that being said, feel free to join in at any point.” Kerian must have seen the apprehension on Sawyer’s face because he laughed softly and squeezed his shoulder. “Or just sit back and watch if you’re more comfortable with that.”
Sawyer nodded, glad to hear nothing was expected of him.
Ciara’s eyes brightened and she bowed before Kerian. “Master K, Master Morrison has voiced a wanting to experience anal sex with me this evening. If permitted, this will be his first encounter of that type. I respectfully ask your consent to be allowed to pleasure him in that way.”