Becoming Sir (9 page)

“Now beg for it
,” his voice rang out with finality.

Kate thrashed her head as if fighti
ng the urge to give into the inexperienced Dom, but when Sawyer licked the nape of her neck and nipped her shoulder blade, she gave in, her words spilling out of her fervently.

“Please, Mr. Morrison, make me cum.
Please, oh, God, please…” she whined, her voice shaky.

The front of
Sawyer’s pants cooled with the wetness of his precum and he pushed his fingers back into her, pulling and tugging at her pussy viciously. She had given him what he had been dreaming of and he would reward her for it. Kate cried out and her body began to tremble. At the height of her orgasm, he yanked his fingers out and swiftly smacked her ass, giving her what she had wanted all along, but only when he had desired to do so, and leaving a glorious handprint on her bottom. She screamed out and almost fell off the bench from her orgasmic spasm, but Sawyer caught her and pulled her into his arms.

“Kate, my delicious
, unruly Kate…” he spoke softly, his voice breaking with deep huskiness.

Her
eyes focused on Sawyer’s mouth and they clouded with some undefined emotion. “Allow me to pleasure you, Master Morrison. I want to taste you, too. Please?”

Feeling satisfied with his performance, he accepted her offer of repayment for
having allowed her to cum and watched with contentment as she fell to her knees to work his cock with gratitude.  Any previous doubts he had about being a Dom pooled at his feet along side his pants. He was a Dom and there was no turning back.

Sawyer
stood in the shower, washing the red gloss off his cock. Kate had proved herself quite skillful in getting him off. Smiling at the thought of her pouted lips gliding over his rigid shaft, Sawyer wondered what other pleasures awaited him at the Dark Asylum. He had never felt so in control as when he heard Kate beg for his touch.

With water droplets still in his hair
and on his shoulders, he wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to the kitchen to make something to eat. Kate had sapped him not only of cum, but of energy, and he was famished.

The time was just after ten when his phone chirped with
a message from Sarah. He had been thinking about her safety and wondering when he would see her again.

SarahH: 10:06 PM: Since I didn’t hear from you, I take it you were in your element? ;)

S.M.: 10:07 PM: Not fully, but I’m getting there.

SarahH: 10:08 PM: Would you be comfortable sharing the details?

Sawyer chuckled at Sarah’s response. She was always polite, even during texting.

S.M.: 10:10 PM: Of course. Young set up a scene with an exasperating and very frustrating woman nicknamed Sam.

SarahH: 10:11 PM: Funny! How was that?

S.M.: 10:13: PM: Funny? I’m glad you find amusement in my agitation. It was testing but rewarding.

SarahH: 10:15 PM: I didn’t mean to make fun.
Please forgive me?

S.M.: 10:16 PM: I will, after I’m satisfied with your efforts to make
up for that little remark.

Sawyer could think of a few ways she could coax forgiveness out of him, namely allowing him to bury his face in her large breasts and suck at her puckered nipples. He smiled at his vulgar thought, but regretted having sent the message. He knew Sarah was still having intimacy issues and he didn’t want to push himself on her with inappropriate remarks. Before he could apologize, his phone rang.

“Snowflake…
,” he answered.

“I just wanted to hear your voice, Mr. Morrison. It’s difficult to decipher
the meaning and tone of text messages sometimes and…”

“
About my remark, I apologize if I crossed the line.”

“Oh, I see,” she
sounded disappointed.

“
Have I crossed the line?”

“
The ‘line’ is still something we’re getting acquainted with. But no, you haven’t crossed it. I’m at work so I can’t talk long, but I’m very eager to hear more about your evening.”

“Well, if you’re okay with hearing the
details, I’d be happy to share,” he replied with astonishment in his voice.

“
Yes, please share. I wish I had been there…”

“It couldn’t be helped. Yo
ung and Isabel were very supportive, so it’s all good. I made good use of the tawse and short flogger, and also…” he hesitated, unsure if he should reveal all the juicy details.

“Yes?” Sarah urged.

“Some orgasm denial,” he stated, unsure of how she would react.

To his surprise, her
voice deepened with arousal. “That sounds delicious. You were very busy. What was your objective for the night?”

“I wanted to hear a woman beg. It’s been something I’ve always wanted but never had the balls to try and make happen.”

“I’m positive you’re not lacking in the testicular region, Mr. Morrison. From what Isabel has told me, you’re quite a force to be dealt with in your professional life and I suspect behind closed doors as well.”

Sawyer
wondered what else Isabel told Sarah.  “Being commanding at work and being dominant in the bedroom are completely different things, especially when the women I’ve been with were conservative. Not to say I wasn’t to a certain degree.”

“I understand.
Back when I was living Vanilla, things in the bedroom were just standard fare, but once the walls came down, that’s when my Master and I let our true secret desires be known. If no one initiates it, then how can it be accomplished?”

“I’ve been wondering lately if I had known about BDSM with my wife, if she would’ve agreed to it. I guess I’ll never know.”

Sawyer became quiet thinking about Serena. The love they had shared was beautiful and pure, but the lies he had to tell her to keep the nature of his work confidential had always eaten away at him. Even with Sonya, though not to the same extent. He cared deeply for Sonya, even loved her, but it wasn’t the same kind of affection he had felt for his first love, Serena. He often wondered if he would ever feel that connection with someone again.

“T
here are so many things I wish I would’ve done with my Master before his time on this Earth was finished, but it does me no good to dwell on it, and it won’t do you any good either. I’m just glad for the time we shared.”

“I couldn’t have said it better, Snowflake.”

“So did you get what you wanted? Did you make Sam beg?”

“Oh, she begged,” he commented, his voice purposely low and seductive.

“Did you reward her?”

Sawyer
laughed as if the answer were obvious, “Yes. I’m not a sadist, Sarah.”

Sarah sighed and giggled.
“Good, I’m glad to hear that. I hope she satisfied you, as well.”

He
couldn’t get over discussing his sexual experiences with a woman he might possibly have intimate encounters with. He paused, deciding if he should answer.

“Communication and honesty, Mr. Morrison; I can handle whatever you tell me. After all, you belong to the BDSM community, not me.”

“Interesting way to put it, but I belong to myself.”

“
I’ll have to politely disagree with you. When you’re in training, you belong to your teachers and the community which has accepted you. This journey can’t be undertaken alone. Not if you’re going to make a real go at it and be successful. Hey, wait. You’re trying to get out of answering me, aren’t you? Fess up, Domly One!”

Sawyer
threw his head back and laughed loudly. He liked the title Domly One. And Master, too. Hell, even Sir.  “Yes, I was rewarded.”

“Good. You deserve to be pleasured. I only wish…
anyway, I should get back to work.”

“
Practice that which you preach, Snowflake. Speak your mind.” He wasn’t about to let Sarah’s half-statement go unnoticed.

She
sighed and fumbled with the phone. “I wish it had been me,” she whispered.

“Do you really?”
he asked, wishing he could see her face as he was unsure of her tone.

“Yes and no. Yes, because I want to experience all of you and no because…”

He understood where her angst was coming from; she was still grieving. So was he. He had never gotten over his wife’s loss. Hell, he barely made it through intact. It didn’t matter how many women came after her or the time that passed, he would never get over her and he didn’t expect Sarah to fare any better, especially considering how intense her bond with her Master was.

“You
don’t have to say anymore. Someday when you’re feeling comfortable, you will experience all of me. We have plenty of time to get there.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Sawyer was taken aback at Sarah calling him Sir. She hadn’t done it since the first time they met. “I hope you’re not calling me that out of some sort of misguided sense of obligation.”

“You’
ve earned the title Sir by being respectful and patient with me, and I never do or say anything out of obligation to those who don’t deserve it.”

***

With Sarah still on his mind, Sawyer readied for bed. He made plans to meet with her the following Friday for dinner at his place and he looked forward to talking more about BDSM and her experiences. He couldn’t deny that he also wanted to see her for more than just business. It was her eyes that he was most looking forward to seeing. And her curves. And her smile. He shook his head and chuckled at himself. All of her.

After changing into sweat pants and a t-shirt, h
is intercom buzzed. Looking at his wall clock he wondered who would be visiting him after 11:00 p.m. He began to reach into his briefcase for the handgun that he kept for protection when Sonya’s voice came over the speaker. He hadn’t spoken to her since making his offer of taking her to the club and was surprised at her late-night visit.

She entered his large condo and promptly
began to pace the living room, making Sawyer feel uneasy. She was keyed up about something and clearly had something on her mind though he couldn’t imagine what was so important to discuss at such a late hour. His imagination was in overdrive trying to read her agonized expression.

“We need to talk,” she stated, her brows drawing together.

Without saying anything, he motioned her to the sofa where she sat on the edge, not making eye contact or removing her coat.

“What’s wrong, Sonya?” he a
sked, standing in front of her, his hands on his hips.

“How serious are you about this whole BDSM thing?”

An eyebrow shot up and he stared down at her warily. “What do you mean?”

A secretive smile softened Sonya’s lips and she batted her eyelashes up at him.
“I mean is there a chance that this is just a passing phase or that you’ll change your mind?”

The question was a stab at his heart. 
A muscle quivered in Sawyer’s jaw when Sonya grabbed his hands and ran her thumbs over the tops of them.  She was at her old trick of topping from the bottom and a flicker of irritation coursed through him. It was strange how obvious it was to him now that he knew there was a name for her actions.

“
My mind has been expanded by these new experiences and can never go back to the old dimensions that it once was, Sonya. So, no,
it’s not a passing phase.
Where are you going with this?”

Crestfallen, she whispered,
“I’ve started seeing someone this week.”

Sawyer
seated himself next to her not immediately knowing how to respond. He was filled with hurt, anger and jealousy, but knew he had no right to be considering he had his fingers buried in another woman’s pussy and her lips wrapped around his cock only hours before. But that was different. He was scening and learning to be a Dom for both their benefit and had no emotional attachment to Kate.

“
I’ll fight for love, but I won’t compete for it,” he stated bluntly, his eyes stabbing into her.

She
blinked rapidly and her mouth popped open. “I’m not asking you to compete.”

“Then
what
? Are you asking for my permission?” he snarled with quiet emphasis.

H
ers eyes darted to his and she huffed, her low silky voice holding a note of sarcasm. “Of course not. I don’t need your permission.”

Perhaps he was getting a little too used to Sarah asking for his approval for everything
because Sonya’s words quickly agitated him. He liked being asked for consent.

He
leaned back and crossed his arms. “Then why are you telling me about it?”

“Because I
care about you and need to know if there’s still a chance for us.”

Reaching out, he
touched her arm. He wanted there to be a chance if only…“I want you to come with me to the club, Sonya.”

She
shook her head and looked away, her face suddenly turning grim.

“
If there’s a possibility that someday soon you’ll reconsider, I can wait for you. But there are things I need to tell you, first.”

She
turned her body towards him, her eyes rounded. “Like what?”

It was go time.
He still stilled cared for Sonya, even loved her on some level, and he knew that if things were going to work out for them, he had to come clean of all his past offenses and do as Sarah had told him – honestly communicate.

“
My past,” he said with the certainty of a man who could never be satisfied with living withdrawn anymore.

Sonya swallowed loudly and licked her dry lips
tensely. “You’ve never wanted to talk about it before.”

“I know, but I told you that I’m working on being more open.”

She began to pick at her acrylic nails fretfully. “What kind of things do you want to tell me about?”

“Things I did
when I worked for the CIA. Things I’m neither proud nor ashamed of.”

Her grey eyes suddenly grew dubious.
“If you’re not ashamed of them, then why wait to tell me?”

Sawyer
considered his words carefully before answering. “Because they’re the sort of things that people are judged harshly for.”

Shifting uncomfortably, Sonya shook her head.
“Sawyer, wait… I’m not sure I want you to tell me. I mean, we’ve done okay without me knowing. Can’t we just start where we left off?”