Kerian’s eyes widened with surprise. He stepped back and eyed Sawyer head-to-toe, then huffed, “A man of your intelligence and unique, good looks has never experienced the pleasure of a tight ass? Damn the vanilla world to hell for keeping such enjoyment from you. I generally save my slave’s ass for my use only, but seeing as this is a special occasion, I will share it with you. In fact, I’m thrilled it’s my slave that will be your first and that it will be in my home. Take her, fuck her hard and may the experience be memorable for the both of you.” His eyes then narrowed and focused on Ciara. “Make me proud, my delicious little piece of fuck-cake. Give in to him in all ways as if he were your true Master.”
Ciara dutifully kept her eyes and head lowered, “Of course, Master K. I would never let you down.”
“Very well. Find yourselves a spot and get to it.” He directed his next remark to Sawyer. “Precious will show you where all the necessities are. She’ll clean everything up when you two are finished. I hope you enjoy my slave’s ass; it’s one of the tightest around,” he winked.
Sawyer felt the blood rise to his cheeks. He doubted he would ever get used to people being so sexually liberated and speaking so openly about such private things.
Seeing Sawyer’s color-stained cheeks, Kerian stifled a laugh as to not interrupt the intense flogging that was taking place only twenty feet away on a large metropolitan table. “Why the sudden shyness?”
Sawyer shrugged, unable to put his thoughts into a logical explanation.
“Would you prefer some privacy or are the rest of us free to watch?” Kerian asked.
Sawyer rubbed his chin mulling over the question. He would be more comfortable if things were done privately considering it was his first time. But then again, he would be apt to fuck more admirably if people were watching and judging his performance. “I’d prefer privacy for now. Maybe later this evening I’d be more comfortable performing in front of everyone.”
“Later?” Kerian chuckled. “Do you think you have the stamina for more than one encounter this evening?”
Sawyer felt mildly offended but scoffed, “Of course, I do.”
“Enjoy it while you’re still young!” Kerian slapped Sawyer’s back and walked away, his black and silver hair swinging around his neck.
“Shall we, Angel?” Sawyer took a hold of Ciara’s hand.
“This way, Master Morrison. The lubricant, condoms and towels are over here. Where would you like me?”
Sawyer looked around the huge room and spotted a large Trousdale four-poster bed. Lascivious thoughts filled his mind at the different possibilities and positions he could take Ciara on such a large area. He pointed to the bed and seated himself on the edge when he approached it. While Ciara readied things, Sawyer took in the remainder of the room.
The brick walls were painted a deep blood-red and the floors were covered in hand-woven tapestries like those he had seen on his travels to India and other exotic locations. The equipment within the room rivaled that of things he had only read about in gothic times, from large intimidating St. Andrew’s crosses, of which there were two, three queen-sized beds like the one he was on, three spanking horses of various sizes and in different locations, two large golden cages, one massive suspension rig, and mirrors on every wall and above every bed, reflecting the lights and leaving no corner darkened.
One particularly unusual looking bed caught his eye. It was made of old, distressed wood and had shackling points on every corner like all the other beds, but this one also had a large hole on the footboard that looked to be just big enough to fit a head through.
On one wall, there was an array of belts, whips, floggers and sharp, prickly sexual tools that would make the vanilla world’s skin crawl and send them running for high ground or the nearest confessional. Sawyer shook his head and inwardly laughed thinking about how Sonya, a devout Catholic, would’ve reacted had she seen the room. She would’ve ended up in therapy, no doubt.
At the far end of the room and near the entrance, there was a seating area that featured two long demilune sofas made of silk mohair and silk cord trim, along with four matching club chairs. Just to the side of the seating was an elegant Lafayette Bar that featured gold marble tops on front and back bars, with gold and silver leaf finish, and illuminated shelves and a mirrored back. The room when taken in small bite sizes was lovely, but when viewing it as a whole, was staggering. The room easily contained enough equipment and furnishings that cost one year of Sawyer’s earnings, even with his pay raise.
“It’s a beautiful room, no?” Ciara asked as she brought over a tall, six panel privacy partition and set it up, blocking their view from the rest of the players.
Sawyer chuckled with casual amusement and shook his head. “Beautiful is an understatement; it’s more like magnificent and a bit frightening.”
“The same could be said about you, Master Morrison,” Ciara whispered, undressing and letting her gown pool at her feet.
Sawyer’s eyes lowered as did his voice when she crawled between his legs on all fours. “How am I frightening?”
She responded in a voice that was like velvet – soft and thick. “The power that you exude is fear-provoking. I’m not sure if you’re even aware of it, but you give off the most spellbinding dominant vibes I’ve ever been faced with. Perhaps it’s because it’s natural and not forced. Whatever the case may be, it’s alarming to think about what I would allow you to do to my body and mind if I were to give in to you.”
Ciara looked shocked when Sawyer’s eyes suddenly filled with fierce sparkling. He moved swiftly before she had a chance to process what was happening. Grabbing her around the waist with one hand and behind the neck with the other, he laid her body out beneath him and pinned her down on her back.
Pure, raw and unadulterated desire blazed in his eyes. “What do you mean if you were to give in to me?”
She was too surprised to do anything more than gasp out from the sudden submission that was being forced on her and she froze. She swallowed loudly, her eyes rapidly darting from Sawyer’s mouth to his eyes, and back.
“Master Morrison…” she exhaled almost inaudibly, her voice shaky. “I didn’t mean…”
Pressing his body harder against her, the air left her lungs and cut her statement short. Sawyer’s hand moved from her neck down and underneath her as he explored the hollows of her back “Are you not giving in to me now? Were you not giving in to me when I sunk my teeth into your soft, delicious flesh? Tell me, Ciara.” Sawyer’s roving hand stilled and locked against her spine. “Is this all of you? Because I fucking want all of you. Now tell me, are you my slave to do with what I want or not?” Sawyer spoke calmly but with an intensity that belied his furious passion.
Ciara began to pant uncontrollably and twist in his arms on the bed beneath Sawyer. When she tried to resist him, his heart thundered in his chest and his grip tightened. There was no way he was releasing her without sampling her first.
Sawyer’s attitude became lethal and suddenly his dark eyes grew wild. “Don’t you dare try and resist me, Angel. You’ve given me a taste of Mastery and I want more. Now tell me what I want to hear,” he spoke louder, his voice echoing his longing.
Ciara settled back, her body becoming limp in his arms as her eyes grew large and liquid. Sawyer’s eyes in return caught hers and held her gaze steady. When the muscles of his forearm hardened beneath her, she nearly sobbed out her response.