Ella Dominguez - Becoming Sir

“Let’s tune it,” he commented, sitting next to her and taking hold of the instrument. When she attempted to stand, he pulled her down next to him, their bodies pressed tightly together. After tuning it by ear, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He placed the guitar between her arms again, guiding her hands and fingers into the D chord position. Sarah curled into the curve of his body, allowing his instruction. They sat wordless like that for several minutes as he continued to move her fingers into place through several mellow chords. Memories of Serena washed over him and his body stilled.

Looking up at Sawyer, Sarah’s eyes glimmered with understanding and she touched his mouth. “I’m sorry for your loss,” she whispered, the light that was filtering through the large window making her ethereal features glow. “If it’s not too much to ask, can you play something for me?”

Unable to deny the heartfelt request, he gave her a tentative smile and took the guitar from her hands. “Only for you, Snowflake.”

He played a few chords absent-mindedly and suddenly grinned widely. He knew just the song to play. Without further delay, he started plucking the strings to the upbeat tune You’re the Shit 2 Me by Elvis Orbison. His deep, rich voice resonated through the small condo and Sarah’s eyes widened with shock from the lyrics, but the joy on her face was purely genuine.

“You’re the kind of girl that just might get me fired. You’re so fucked up, but you’re the shit to me…” he sang on, enjoying the stunned and cheerful look on her face as he serenaded her. “I know it sounds foolish, but I really get the feeling that we were meant to be…” he sang louder than before, losing himself in the moment and the look in her sparkling eyes.

Without warning, Sarah jumped up and began swinging her hips in time and dancing around in only her panties and bra, all the while smiling radiantly.

“You have the most delightful taste in music,” she giggled wildly.

Sawyer paused briefly to join in laughing but finished the song in full, his mouth dry and parched when he was done. Sarah took the guitar from his hands and set it aside, then threw herself onto Sawyer and hugged his neck tightly while straddling him.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you…”

He took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. “No, thank you, Snowflake. I’ve haven’t been this content in a very, very long time.”

Sawyer sped home from work, impatient to see his Snowflake. She had the day off and they were looking forward to a night at the Dark Asylum to demonstrate his newly found talent at breath play. With all the hands-on training Sarah had provided him, it wasn’t even necessary for Dylan and Isabel to help. They had been practicing all week for his private scene with Ciara, but he was excited to try his hand in front of an audience to get their collective opinion.

During his drive, his thoughts drifted to the previous week and how it had been spent with Sarah at his condo. It hadn’t taken much persuading to get her to stay and they had decided it would be a good exercise in learning his role as a Dominant while having his submissive on hand at all times. She had brought over work clothes and he was more than happy to chauffeur her around. It not only allowed him to be in control and know her whereabouts at all times, but being responsible for her safety gave him a sense of purpose.

With built up vacation time, Dylan had insisted he take a few days off to get as much practice as possible with breath play and he was grateful for it. It not only gave him more time with Sarah, but ample opportunity to get hands on training from her and a few others who had experience at the club.

He and Sarah had worked out the upcoming scene together and had even gone as far as rehearsing it in the privacy of his bedroom. Time-and-time again she had submitted to his every whim and never shied away when he wanted to try something new. They had put to good use her under bed restraint system and waterproof sheets, and Sarah had been correct: they didn’t need a dungeon to make playtime memorable.

Always, she was a beacon of light and knowledge, and he soaked it up in full. She had taught him that there was no need for him to be rough, raise his voice or use force; that he could gently lead and dominate, and she would follow.

They learned each other’s darkest secrets, their sensual intimate yearnings shared by only the two of them as they talked about the fetishes he had always thought too taboo to mention. Perhaps someday when he had a submissive of his own, he would get the opportunity to try them.

Even though they hadn’t engaged in sexual intercourse, they had tasted each other’s sexuality and pleasured each other night-after-night. Of course Sawyer had wanted to be with Sarah in that way, but knew she wasn’t ready for that step. It made no difference - their bond was greater than the mere act of sex.

The previous night Sarah had finally broken down and spoke of her husband’s death. They had been trying to get pregnant just before Doug had been in a head-on collision. He lingered in a coma for nearly three weeks before finally succumbing to his massive head trauma. Sawyer’s heart swelled after her revelation because he knew how tough it was to speak of such things, and he felt privileged that she had shared such pain with him. Sawyer could feel her anguish when she spoke of all the things she regretted and that which she wished she would’ve done before his passing. He knew all too well those exact feelings. If there was any way he could take away the pain she was still dealing with, he would.

In turn, he had talked about his loss. He had even told her of the hell he had gone through in Serena’s last days. He had never spoken about that time in his life to anyone or about the devastation he had felt which watching her take her last breath and not being able to do anything for her except to whisper his undying love into her ear. He cringed when he thought about how the tears had come unbidden and how they had both wept and held each other. Still, it had been liberating to finally grieve his wife’s loss in a way that wasn’t destructive to him.

Feeling calmed in Sarah’s arms, he had finally given in and revealed his childhood, and the neglect he had suffered. It was a difficult thing to do, but she held him and kissed each of the scars that covered his body, and never once showed him pity.

He couldn’t believe everything that had happened in only five days with Sarah. It had felt like so much longer.

When he arrived at home, he found her waiting by the door on her knees. It was an act of capitulation he had grown to treasure in their short time together. He moved past her without saying anything, laying his briefcase down on the counter and removing his coat before he addressed her. Touching the top of her head, she responded by lifting her face.

“I’ve missed you, Sir,” she smiled.

“Of course you did, Snowflake,” he lifted one side of his mouth in a half-smile. “All good submissives miss their Dominants when they’re away. Did you play with yourself at 1:00?”

“Yes, Sir, and I’m eager to cum for you.”

He licked his lips and rubbed his hand over his dick. “And I’m ready to make that happen.”

Unzipping his pants, he pulled his cock out and stroked it. “Play with yourself while I fuck your beautiful mouth.”

Without another word, Sarah slipped her hand under her dress and past her panties while her full lips caressed his aching and rigid shaft. He pulled her hair back away from her face to get a better view of her lips wrapped around him and held her head as she bobbed up and down.