“Let’s set up,” he turned away from her, unable to take the silence and her unblinking stare.
In the dungeon, Sarah acclimated herself and found the equipment he had requested, including a cane, double pinwheel, nipple clamps and silk scarf. Sawyer watched as she moved around the dungeon gracefully and laid out the lubricant and condoms next to the bed that he had chosen for his scene. She was adorable when she was focused and it was difficult not to get aroused by her. Sarah looked up at him and did a double take when she caught him staring at her heatedly.
“Sir? Is something wrong?”
He cleared his throat and shook his head, mildly ashamed for having been thinking illicit thoughts about her when it was Ciara he should be concentrating on.
She promptly went back to setting up the camera on a tripod while he searched for the perfect songs on his phone. He needed it to be sexy, somber and slow. When he made his choice, he walked over and smelled several different sticks of incense trying to find the appropriate one.
Sarah slid next to him and picked up a lavender stick. “Lavender helps reduce anxiety levels,” she said softly, inhaling deeply. “This might be beneficial for the both of you.”
As usual, Sarah’s knowledge astounded him. Was there anything she didn’t know? “Good choice,” he wrapped his hand around her waist. He leaned down to kiss the top of her head but she gently pulled away from him, the warmth of her body replaced by a cold chill. Her action left him feeling unwanted and irritated. He shook his head and brought the stick to his nose. Yes, it did have a calming effect.
“Everything looks to be in order, Sir. I’ve put her asthma medication just within reach should she need it… but…” she looked up and smiled as she moved to the door, “…she won’t. Everything will be fine. Good luck, Sir. I’ll send the girls in.”
She turned to walk away, but Sawyer calling out to her halted her exit. When she faced him, he lifted one side of his mouth in a half-smile.
“Sarah… thank you. For the note. For everything. I couldn’t go through with this if it wasn’t for your help and encouragement.”
Her breathing became shallow and her electric blue eyes bordered with tears. She gulped hard but held her equanimity steadily. “Thank you, Sir, for letting me be a part of this,” she forced a smile before turning to leave.
Sawyer rubbed his palm over his face and pushed the vision of Sarah out of his mind. It was show time. No more pussing around. The prolonged anticipation of the day had been almost unbearable and rolled his neck as he took a deep breath in then blew it out. He was as ready as he was ever going to be.
He quickly lit the incense and dimmed the lights for a romantic setting, and cued Waiting Game by Banks on the mp3 player. Ciara and Julia both entered quietly as he was dressing down. He turned to face them and motioned for Ciara to come to him.
“Come to me, Angel, let me undress you. Julia, please seat yourself on the bed.”
Ciara moved slowly and purposefully seductively toward him, each of her steps an invitation to dominate her; an invitation he was more than willing and eager to accept. When she was within reach, he casually removed the cherry-red satin robe that she was wearing, letting it fall to her feet. Underneath, she wore a black velvet corset cinched to an unfathomable tightness making her waist look a good six inches smaller and a matching thong. He stood back and took in her image. She looked too good to take it off. He kneeled and slipped her panties down inch-by-inch. When he stood and looked down into her toffee-colored eyes, a sense of urgency filled him that he was powerless to resist and something intense flared though his entrancement. He was Dominant. She was submissive. This was his destiny.
He led her to bed and laid her down, showering her body with kisses as he whispered his desire for her. He touched the top of her thighs and his caress was a command that she willingly obeyed as she opened her legs to him. He reached for the cane and a flame flickered in Ciara’s eyes that radiated a vitality that drew him in. She wanted this. She wanted him.
He rose up on his knees and began to flick the cane over every spot he had placed a kiss, the tops of her breasts, thighs and mound. He was careful not to deliver too harsh of strikes, mindful of his movements. He had only experimented with it twice on Sarah the previous week when they rehearsed and he replayed that scene in his head as he carried on. Ciara’s response was so completely different than Sarah’s. She lay compliantly still, panting quietly, whereas Sarah had moaned loudly and writhed beneath him, but both obedient and willing. He flicked and slapped the bamboo against her skin for several minutes, pausing only to kiss her. Time had slowed and he had no idea how much time had passed. Seconds, minutes… hours? When her panting became ragged and harsh, he laid the cane down to thumb her clit.
“I want to hear you, Angel,” he told her, his voice a deep, raspy whisper.
Her mouth parted and a soft moan came out, followed by a louder one when he began to circle his thumb around faster and press down more firmly. She was wet… so very wet. He loved how her body responded to him. His brain became clouded with lust and he gripped his shaft with his free hand to try and satiate the ache throbbing in him and put the condom on.
“Yes, like that…” he growled as he began to stroke himself.
He was so hard and she was so wet, he wanted to plunge into her and fuck her. Instead, he maintained his cool exterior as he slipped his two fingers into her. He quickly found what he was looking for and began to tug at her G-spot roughly in a come-hither motion. Ciara immediately began to wriggle and grunt noisily. Yes, that’s what he wanted to hear. Not quiet panting, loud moaning. His thumb found her clit again and he double assaulted her pussy by flicking her clit while finger fucking her. Her body began to quiver and he yanked his fingers out, leaving her a wet, squirming mess.
As the song Fail for You by Luke Sital-Singh began, he grabbed his next tool – the double pinwheel. He lay next to her and glided it over her pebbled nipples and her back arched into him, the wheel sinking deeply into her tender flesh and leaving a spectacular imprint on her areola. After several minutes with the wheel, he set it aside. He hovered his body over Ciara and held her head between his two large hands, their faces only inches apart.
“Right now, you belong to me. Is that understood?” Ciara’s eyes became like liquid and she nodded eagerly. “Say it,” he whispered against her lips.
“I belong to you.”
He smiled a wicked, debauched smile and slipped his tongue into her mouth to remind himself what her arousal tasted like. He savored it and etched it into his memory.
His feelings of excitement began to intensify and everything around him took on a clean brightness when he reached for the blind fold. The moment was drawing nearer and he could feel the air around him begin to change like it had when he was with Sarah.
He wrapped the scarf around her eyes so that she couldn’t see what was coming. He wanted her to feel his hands around her throat while only hearing his soft words of reassurance and to be without sight so that she could focus only on his voice.
With the silk securely over her eyes, he reached for her medication and looked to Julia and nodded. When she moved next to Ciara, he handed her the inhaler. Next, he grabbed the nipple clamps and gently eased them onto each of her breasts, twisting them down slowly. He wanted the sensation in her breasts to be a distracter to what was about to take place.
He moved between her legs, kneeling with her feet planted next to his thighs. Just then Better in the Dark by Say Lou Lou began and it couldn’t have been a more appropriate time or song for the occasion. He began to massage her body while alternately fingering her and adjusting the clamps down. He could sense Ciara’s relaxation and trust, and the sexual magnetism that she was putting off made him feel confident. Her reactions to his touch made it clear that he was doing all the right things to her body.