Ella Dominguez - Becoming Sir

Christ, man! He heard Kerian’s voice ringing in his ears. No shit. He needed to seriously make up his fucking mind. Why couldn’t he just have both of them? His own version of a mini-harem with an enormously obnoxious, canopied bed and all? Or maybe they could all move to Utah and he could become a bigamist and they could be sister-wives. Was that such an unreasonable thought?

“What are you thinking about, Master?” Ciara asked him.

Mortified of his inner thoughts, he blushed and he couldn’t believe that he had actually fucking blushed. He shook his head and mentally kicked himself in the balls for being such a ridiculous, dithering pussy.

“Nothing, Angel. Let’s lie down.”

Ciara’s hands roamed over his body, seeking out his pleasure points and finding them rapidly. He reached a hand out, gliding his fingers over the angel wing on her left shoulder blade and the same spot that Kerian had set aflame only an hour earlier. He had demonstrated his skills with fire play and Sawyer had watched with intense interest as his Angel seemed to enjoy what was being done to her. It was ironic to think about his dark Angel on fire and it was arousing to bear witness to.

Ciara’s hand came to rest on his cock as she lay next to him, her free hand resting on his abdomen. She focused all her attention on his shaft as she stroked him into complete hardness. Her thumb glided over the head of his dick and he grunted, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Her grip tightened and her hand moved slowly up and down, fiery sensations filling his lower belly. With his eyes still shut, he felt her warm, wet mouth on him, the sucking pressure almost too much to take. He didn’t want to open his eyes. Her mouth felt so good and the sloppy wet sounds were too delicious, and he was content to just imagine what she looked like pleasuring him like this.

“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.

“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.”