As casually as he could manage, he ghosted his hand up the center of her belly, between her breasts and paused at the base of her neck. He eyed her suprasternal notch longingly and stroked it with his index finger. It was such an erotic part of a woman’s body. He licked his lips and smiled. If he was still a whiskey man it would be the perfect spot to do body shots from. Then again, it made no difference what the liquid was so long as he could lap it up from that deliciously small, dipped space on her neck. Perhaps another day he would indulge that fantasy.
Redirecting his focus, he thrust his fingers back into her to take her attention off his impending action. Centimeter-by-centimeter, he moved his hand to its soft target and stopped when he felt the beat of her heart against his fingertips. Ciara was so caught up in her near-orgasmic moaning, she didn’t even realize where his hand had come to rest until he ever so gently squeezed.
Suddenly her body jerked, her hands came up to his, and her breathing hitched as realization of what her test was hit her.
He moved on top of her and leaned into her ear. “It’s me, Angel. It’s Sawyer.” He tightened his fingers a hairbreadth more and she began to claw at his hand and thrash her head.
“No Master… please…not this!” she cried out.
The panicked look on her face caused his heart to thump madly in his chest. Her fear was tangible and harrowing to watch. He ached for her and just wanted to make it all stop. He eased his grip back down, but left his hand stationary.
Looking up at Julia, she appeared to be just as distressed as Ciara. Despite being horrified at seeing her lover and friend suffering, she placed a delicate kiss on Ciara’s cheek and spoke soothingly into her ear.
“I’m here, too, my precious girl. It’s me, Mistress J.”
Ciara’s movements slowed only minimally, but her clawing ceased when Julia licked a tear that had rolled down her cheek.
Sawyer spoke softly into Ciara’s ear. “Do you remember what I told you earlier, Angel?” Her breathing was still loud and harsh, but she nodded woodenly. “What did I tell you?”
She swallowed loudly and moistened her lips. “That you would never hurt me,” she began to weep.
“That’s right. And I never will. I’m not hurting you now, am I?” She sucked back her tears and shook her head. “No, I’m not…” he continued, his tone serenely patient. “You know that Kerian and Julia would never allow any harm to come to you, don’t you?”
Both her tears and rapid breathing began to slowly subside. “No. They wouldn’t,” she acknowledged.
Sawyer glanced up at Julia who had tears running down her cheeks, all the while stroking Ciara’s hair.
“Mistress J…” Ciara choked out.
“I’m here Precious. I’m right here next to you.”
“Where’s Master K? I want him…” she began to cry again.
Julia gave him a withering pointed stare and shook her head as if pleading for him to stop. And he almost did. Her tears were too much. But her anxiety was unwarranted and he wanted to free her from it. He began to loosen his grip to ease her pain, but he knew that he couldn’t back out now, not when she was so close to being unchained from her fears.
“Master K is waiting for us just outside my precious girl,” Julia murmured against her cheek.
“Let it go, Ciara,” he said softly, tightening his grip again.
Her breathing halted briefly and was quickly replaced by rapid panting again, and Sawyer began to worry that the medication might be needed after all. God, he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. He wracked his brain for the words to pacify her aching.
“I have your medication right here, Angel, but you don’t need it. Slow your breathing down and match it to mine and Mistress J’s. Can you hear how slow we’re breathing? Can you feel my breath on your ear?” he reassured her, his fingers clenching tighter yet. When his words still didn’t take hold of her, he began to feel a sinking anguish. But he couldn’t give up yet. No… not just yet. He would give it one more go, only one more, and if she still remained panicked, he would just have to release her.
“The only way we can move forward is if you trust me. You once told me that the excitement was all in the limits and pushing them. Do you remember that?” Ciara continued to cry, but nodded. “Another wise person told me that life gets boring when you stay within limits that you already know and to never be afraid to try that which you fear. Do you know who that was? Master K. He’s here with you in spirit. Everyone who cares about you wants you to be free from this fear. Let it go, Angel… let go…”
The underlying sensuality of his words slowly began to captivate her and his voice finally had the effect he wanted when it began to lull her into a relaxed mood. Her tongue poked out to wet her lips and a faint pleasured moan fluttered out. Little-by-little her hands came down over her breasts, across her tummy, and finally rested at her sides. At long last she calmed and a smile worked its way onto her mouth. And there it was - freedom. Sawyer looked up to Julia, shocked at what he had just witnessed and had a hand in, and saw a smile on her face so wide it nearly knocked him over.
With the go ahead, he moved back between her legs and sunk into her slowly while continuing to apply pressure to her neck. Fully submerged in her wet depths, he tore off her blind fold so he could see her eyes. She squinted against the light, and with tears still trembling on her eyelids, she smiled when he and Julia came into focus.
He thrust into her vigorously and clutched her neck until he saw her eyes roll back and heard her breathing still. Watching her body closely and peering into her deep brown eyes, he gave his command.
“Spread your wings and fly, my dark Angel. Fly…”
Her pupils flared and just as he released his grip, he thrust into her deeply. When he did, Ciara inhaled sharply, her body shuddered and she screamed out.
“Oh. My. God!”
Sawyer tried to stifle his laugh, but couldn’t, he was too damned happy. “No, Angel. It’s Master Morrison.”
It was Ciara’s duty as a slave to clean her Master up after their encounter, but Sawyer was so proud of her, he decided to do the chore himself. With the help of Julia, of course, who was all too eager to assist. She was beaming with pride as well, and it was an absolute delight to watch the two women bubbling with excitement after their experience. Ciara must have thanked him at least a dozen times, if not more, post aftercare, but he felt as though he should be the one thanking her for giving him the pleasure of setting her free.
When they met Kerian in his office, Ciara threw herself into his arms and deep sobs racked her body. Kerian shot him a lethal look as he held her in his arms until he realized her tears were tears of joy. His face then softened and he took both women into his arms. A smothered cry could be heard from Julia and Sawyer quickly left them to their private and intimate moment.
Sitting in the library and replaying everything that had happened, a feeling of knowing began to creep up on him and crawl under his skin. He had every intention of asking Ciara to be his slave, but it was out of duty and honor that he was going to ask her, and those were the wrong reasons. The way she had run to Kerian, her heartfelt words asking for him during the scene, and the looks on all of their faces after she had so proudly overcome her fears… With sudden clarity, he knew what had to be done about Ciara.