“Mmmmaster…” her soft, feminine voice broke through.
He didn’t want to come just yet. Not just yet. He just wanted more of her mouth. She had the kind of touch and mouth that a man could get used to. Yes, he could most definitely spend a lifetime with that mouth at his beck and call. She began to hum some unrecognizable song while bobbing up and down, and the buzzing sensation on his shaft nearly made him shoot his wad. He abruptly sat up, tugged her hair, dragging her mouth away from him.
“I’m not ready to come,” he told her when she looked up at him confused. “You first, Angel.”
Sunday afternoon had arrived so rapidly, Sawyer felt ill-prepared and frankly, sick to his stomach. All that practice and this is what it came down to. His nerves were frayed and while Ciara dressed for lunch he contemplated backing out. Ciara trusted him; he could see it in her eyes and he didn’t want to lose that.
Moving to the window, he placed a hand on the cold glass. The night had brought a heavy layer of frost and the ice-covered view outside was stunning. Winter was closing in on them and he couldn’t wait for the first snowfall. Sarah. He smiled. Just the thought of her brought him peace.
He recalled the note and retrieved it.
“I write this in hopes of putting your mind at ease for your upcoming scene.
I started out in BDSM wanting to be controlled and owned. I wanted to be made to forget everything about who I had been. But when my Master gave me those things and we gave into our desires, I lost sight of all that and so did he. We became animal, instinct, nature. We became what we were meant to be – Dominant and submissive. And so will you. And when you do, nothing less than a woman’s complete surrender will quench your thirst and that’s okay to admit. You are a Dominant, Sawyer. It’s who you are. I have no doubts about your abilities so go forward and accept Ciara’s gift of submission and push her limits gently, knowing that no matter what the outcome is, you’ve done what you were meant to do – to dominate.
xxSarah”
Sarah’s written words were exactly what he needed. He closed his eyes and imagined her bright and eager face the first time he met her. It was her submissiveness that day that had urged him to go through with training and it was her words now that pushed him to go through with the scene. What would he do without her in his life? Could Ciara ever fulfill the need that Sarah had? He didn’t dare think that far in advance. Right here and right now is all that mattered. He squared his shoulders, ready to begin the next stage of his journey.
Chapter 17
“Are you ready, Master Morrison?”
Sawyer smiled. Ciara’s question reminded him of Dylan’s question the first day he began his training, though his title was different now. “Yes, I’m ready. Are you?”
“Yes…” she grinned. “But… I can’t help but feel like this is some sort of test. I know you can’t tell me and that’s fine, but I promise to be completely open to whatever you have planned for me.”
She had no idea what she was agreeing to and again, he waffled. But only briefly this time because he knew there was no backing out and this wasn’t only a test for her, but for him. Still, her trust meant everything to him. Absolutely fucking everything. The way she was looking at him… how could he even consider doing the one thing that she feared the most?
Brusquely he pulled her to him and held her face between his hands. “I just want you know that I would never ever hurt you.”
Confused by his remark, she smiled awkwardly.
In an instant he made an executive decision about the scene. He glanced at his watch. Sarah would be here any moment.
“Wait for me in the library, Angel. I have to take care of something.”
He strode confidently to Kerian’s office and knocked before entering. When he came into the room, Julia was sitting on her knees in an elegant display pose with her back straight and her weight balanced between her hips evenly. The way her knees were bent and legs spread apart at shoulder width, he and Kerian had a perfect view of her exposed and waxed genitals through her crotchless, black lace panties. Her hands rested with palms up on the top of her thighs gracefully and Sawyer was momentarily stunned into silence by her beauty, but quickly recovered when Kerian caught him ogling the Korean beauty.
“There’s a change in plans,” he stated resolutely, his voice emphasizing that there was going to be no negotiating. Kerian’s brows went up and he stood, but said nothing. “I would like Julia to be present for the scene as opposed to Sarah.”
“Mr. Morrison, I…” Kerian began to interrupt.
“This isn’t a request. I insist. Respectfully.”
Kerian’s eyes narrowed and he walked around to the front of his desk, seating himself on the edge. “Can I at least get an explanation as to why you want both my slaves present?”
“Ciara doesn’t know Sarah. From what I understand, they’ve never even met, so it would be imprudent to assume that she would be comforted by Sarah’s presence simply because she’s a submissive. I understand why you can’t be present, however, Julia does not hold the same power that you do. They are equals and therefore she will be at ease with her.”
The faintest of smiles tipped the corners of Kerian’s mouth and he dropped his head, nodding in agreement. Without raising his head, he asked, “But what about your comfort level? I thought Sarah was going to be in attendance not only for Ciara, but for you.”
Yes, it was true, but this wasn’t about his needs and he knew that. This was about Ciara and helping her to let go of her fears. “It would be selfish of me to have Sarah there when Julia is clearly a better choice for Ciara.”
“Very well. Julia…” he raised his head and waved to her. “Join Ciara. Is everything set up?”
“It will be shortly. I’m waiting for Sarah to assist me.”
A few minutes later and right on time, Sarah arrived, carrying a camera bag and looking divine in a white, cotton knitted cap and thigh length sweater wrapped around her thick waist.
“You look lovely,” Sawyer kissed her forehead.
“Thank you, Sir. Shall we set up?” she beamed, her demeanor exuding enthusiasm.
“Yes, but first I need to speak with you.” He guided her past the foyer into a small alcove that doubled as the coat room. “I’ve decided to have Julia as back up…” he paused to let his words sink in. He expected to see some kind of reaction, something, but she stood stoically unflinching, even unblinking. “Snowflake?” he asked, worried she had gone catatonic on him.
“I heard you. Would you still like me to help you set up?”
“Of course. Thank you. I didn’t come to this decision lightly. I just thought…”
“There’s no need to explain yourself, Sir. I know that your decisions are final and I would never question them,” she cut in.
Her voice was calm and even, but there it was, that something he had hoped he wouldn’t see; hurt. It flashed briefly in her eyes and her mouth twitched only the slightest. Anyone else would’ve missed it, but he saw it and he almost wished he didn’t know her so well. He sighed heavily and rubbed the palm of his hand over his face.