“Well, I’m not sure. I rather like seeing Sawyer Morrison, otherwise known as the Domly One, a little fretful. Say it just once more in that deep and concerned voice… RESPECTFULLY,” Kerian mocked.
“Shit, you’re just as bad as Young. And who the hell told you about Domly One?” Sawyer glowered.
“I overheard Isabel and Sarah,” he continued to laugh.
Crossing his arms, Sawyer waited impatiently for Kerian’s laughter to die down. When it finally did, seriousness crossed his face.
“Yes, Sawyer, I can grant you more time with Ciara, on the condition that a task be completed. This is for her sake as her training is near its completion. I had planned on doing this final test of willing and openness with her myself, but seeing as she has ‘respectfully’ requested to spend more time with you as well, this will be a good chance for the both of you to once again learn from each other.”
Sawyer’s mouth twitched into a small smile. “She asked to spend more time with me?”
Kerian rolled his eyes and waved in dismissal. “Yes, she asked and I agreed. You two are like a couple of teenagers, I swear. Next thing you know I’ll be passing notes between the two of you. Now for that homework assignment - it’s not going to be easy… for either of you. But, if this thing between the two of you is going where I think it is, it’s going to be an excellent way to gauge if you’re truly compatible.”
Sawyer’s body stiffened. Where exactly did Kerian think this thing was going? He had simply asked to spend more time with his Angel, Ciara, not for her hand in marriage. His breath caught in his throat and his heart began pounding as he struggled with the probability that had been alluded to.
Kerian moved to a large locked cabinet, withdrew a key from his pocket and retrieved a file. “This is the contract that was signed upon the commencement of Precious’ training. It contains a detailed questionnaire, profile, and history. It’s with great discretion that I loan this to you for your perusal. It also contains her hard limits. Keep in mind that these limits were set six months ago when her training began.”
Sawyer listened with bewilderment and curiosity. Six months of training? He had no idea slave training was so exhaustive and time intensive.
“We have stringently stuck by these limits. However, it’s time for her to grow and let go of all those old fears. I am a firm believer that yesterday’s boundaries are to be crossed on tomorrow’s horizon.”
Some sixth sense brought Sawyer fully awake and uncertainty crept onto his expression. He didn’t like where the conversation was going. Was Kerian really going to ask for Sawyer to disregard her hard limits?
“Kerian, I won’t…” Sawyer barked more loudly than he intended.
Raising his hand, Kerian cut him short, his eyes clinging to him and his voice remaining calm. “Let me finish. I know this sounds unorthodox, but this is a time-honored method for training slaves and has proven good results. I assure you no one has ever been hurt; at least not on my watch or anyone who has trained that I know. I will give you a week to go over her limits. Choose only one that you can work with, and find a way to seduce consent out of her as creatively as you can. I want you to break her walls down, as well as letting go of your own fears to achieve that. This is a great opportunity for you to push both your limits and deal with your fears. I truly believe this is necessary in order to fully accept the roles which the two of you are seeking to fulfill or I wouldn’t ask it. You are NOT to tell her what your end goal is, but let her see it for herself. I want her to learn that boundaries and limits are soul crushing and, well, limiting. As your knowledge of BDSM expands, so does your mind and ability to accept the things that once seemed unthinkable, allowing for a deeper connection of who you really are. Tell me you understand.”
Sawyer turned away, wearied by indecision. Yes, he understood, but he still didn’t know if he could go through with it. Suppressing the bile rising in his throat at the thought of not spending more time with his Angel and doing the things that Kerian was asking, he silently nodded and took the file from Kerian’s hand.
“Very well. I wish you the best of luck. When coming up with a plan, I encourage you to consult me and other experienced Doms for ideas and instruction, and someone in close proximity as a safety measure. One last stipulation: I would like the experience to be filmed so that I can critique it at a later time with Ciara.”
Sawyer’s face creased into a deep frown. There was no way in hell he was putting down his sexual escapades on film, most especially not one where he would be pushing the limits of some unknowing innocent whose only goal in life is to be pleasing. He knew the kinds of things that could happen if a video like that got into the wrong hands. Kerian’s eyes seemed to shine with awareness of his unspoken reluctance.
“After everything that has happened with the Young’s, I understand your hesitation, Sawyer. The video will never leave your hands and you will be present when I view it so that it can be destroyed immediately afterwards if you so choose. This is a necessary step. Viewing yourself after the fact gives you a fresh, emotion-free perspective on the scene. I would even go as far as inviting your other trainers to watch it and give their opinions. As an experienced sub, Sarah is an excellent resource and her thoughts would be helpful, too, so utilize her knowledge as best you can. I want this to be a memorable event for both you and Precious.”
Oh, it would be unforgettable, all right. He just hoped the memories it evoked would be fond and not horrific, and that Ciara wouldn’t end up hating him after everything was said and done.
Chapter 12
An hour later, Sawyer was unpacked and at home. The following morning would be spent dealing with Jameson Christopherson and he needed to get in to his dark headspace. With all the stress of the upcoming week fraying his nerves, a shot or three of Jack D. sounded good right about then. He went into his closet and pulled down a box that was hidden away in a dark corner on a back shelf and pried open the lid. Gliding his fingers over the cool, clear glass and black label, he could almost taste the liquor and feel the smooth burn down his throat. It was difficult to remain coherent when the alcohol was so close to him and he gripped the neck as his tongue slicked over his top lip. Just one drink, that’s all he needed to see things more clearly. Who the hell was he kidding? The booze never made things clearer; it only blurred the lines of reason and logic.
Squeezing tightly, his knuckles blanched and his skin squeaked over the glass as his eyes roamed over the bottle, watching the brown liquid slosh around inside. The sound of his own deep breathing and his mouth smacking anxiously filled the small closet. Suddenly his phone chirped in the other room, bringing him back to reality. He quickly lidded the box and pushed it back to its hiding place and let out a loud sigh.
He found his phone and smiled to see a message from Sarah.
SarahH: 6:47 PM: Sir! I have wonderful news! I have been accepted into the Denver Community College RN program for next spring!
Sawyer immediately dialed her number. He wanted to hear the joy in her voice and take his mind off of his worries. And the Jack Daniels.
“Oh, Sawyer, isn’t it great?” she answered enthusiastically after only one ring.
“It’s fantastic news. I had no idea you wanted to be a nurse. What other secret desires have you been keeping from me?”
Sarah’s smile could be heard, “Just a few others. I would’ve told you, but we really haven’t spent any time together other than at the club and via phone.” She was right and it was completely unacceptable. She was one of his trainers after all. “I’m not complaining, Domly One. You’ve been very busy learning and I’m working extra hours anyway to try and save for school so it’s worked out okay,” she quickly added.