The Naughty Stuff (16 page)

From Becoming Sir

Preparing to test his mental limits and learn from Sarah’s vast experience, Sawyer dressed down in loose-fitting running pants, socks and a tank top while she unclothed herself down to her bra and panties, and spread out on his bed.

“
It’s times like these I wish I had my own dungeon,” he commented.

She giggled, raised her arms above her head and grinned. “Dungeons are over-rated. A good quality, under-mattress tie-down set and waterproof sheets are all you really need to get the job done.”

“I’ll have to look into that,” he laughed as he picked out a slow intense song for the occasion.

“I have one that I’d be happy to donate toward your educational endeavors if you’re interested. It might as well get put to good use, and since there’s no Master in my foreseeable future, it’s all yours.”

So Sarah had made the choice for him. Standing at the foot of the bed, Sawyer watched her closely, slightly put off by her statement. He had never misjudged a situation so badly in his life. After everything they had shared, it shouldn’t have surprised him that she didn’t want a future with him.

Lifting her head, Sarah gave him a puzzled look. “Is something wrong?”

“I just thought…” he gritted his teeth. “Are you sure about this?” he changed the subject.

“Yes. Since I won’t be able to speak, I’ll touch your chest or forearm as a signal to stop action. Come closer and straddle me,” she instructed.

He reached for his phone and cued
Love Songs, Drug Songs
and
Inconsolable
by X Ambassadors.

He needed the music to calm him.  The song began and he let the sexy words wash over him before climbing onto the bed. He did as he was told, placing his legs on either side of Sarah’s chest as she lay splayed out on his queen-sized bed. Taking his hand, she guided it to her throat as he wrapped his long fingers around her neck.

“I’ll keep my hand on yours for starters. Master Doug used to say it was all in my eyes, so keep a close watch on them. Gently, squeeze, like this…” she applied pressure over his hand, her breath hitching slightly and her eyes rolling back.  He was mesmerized by what he was seeing - his hand wrapped seductively around the delicate neck of a beautiful, willing participant.  Who would’ve ever thought something so disturbing could be so erotic and exciting.

“Yes, like that,” she squeaked out lustily, her body twisting beneath him. Only a few seconds later, she released his hand. When his grip loosened, she took in a slow deep breath.

“God, that feels so good, Sawyer,” she panted out. “Again, a little harder and longer this time. Wait for my sign.”

Sawyer’s cock hardened when Sarah once again guided his hand to her neck and applied pressure to her carotid artery. He thought taking
Ciara the way he had felt powerful, but it didn’t compare to what he was feeling at this moment.  How could he be aroused by something so unsettling? Conflicted by his feelings of shame and arousal, he did his best to brush them off like he had with Ciara. It was time to awaken his true sexual desires and give Sarah what she was undeniably turned on by.

Slowly, his grip intensified and Sarah’s gaze drifted to some other place. The color of her eyes reminded him of the sea, shimmering like pools of deep blue, still water. His eyes darted
back and forth between each of her eyes, seeking out the sign that he was delivering too much pressure, but he saw nothing and began to worry maybe he had missed it. He attempted to loosen his hold, but Sarah mouthed the word ‘more.’ Her eyes widened infinitesimally and her pupils flared.  In a flash she released his hand and touched his forearm. Immediately, he let her go and she inhaled sharply.

“Oh, Sir,” she began to cry.

Dismayed, he pulled her up by the shoulders and held her against his chest.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

“It’s been so long since I’ve felt this good; too long. You’re strong hands feel so amazing around my throat. I’m so close to coming, please do it again, this time on your own.”

Sawyer laid her back down, his eyes scanning her face, then body. Again, he had misinterpreted the situation.

“You’re an ever changing mystery,” he beamed down at her.

“I’m no mystery; I’m just a simple woman with complex fantasies and fetishes,” she batted her tear-covered lashes at him.

“I thought this was Master Doug’s fetish?” he lifted one side of his mouth in a wry smirk.

“What my Master loved, I learned to appreciate and even love. Please, Sir, again?” she begged.

“You look nothing less than stunning when you beg, Sarah,” he growled, snaking his hand up to her throat intentionally slow and teasing. After he repositioned his hard body over hers, his other hand slid between them and into her panties, seeking out her clit. “There it is…” he licked his lips, pressing his thumb against it firmly.

Wrapping his long fingers around her neck one final time, he slowly began to clamp around her throat, his eyes piercing into her, watching closely. Sarah’s breathing halted the harder he squeezed, her lashes fluttering wildly and her body writhing beneath him, eager for his touch. An unknown potent emotion surged through him when he felt Sarah’s heartbeat against his fingertips in a way that alternately thrilled and frightened him.

Sawyer didn’t think it was possible for Sarah to look any more enticing than she had only moments before, but there it was – the look of complete surrender making his pulse skitter and his brain fuzzy with lusty intoxication.

As he searched her eyes, they exchanged a look, and suddenly he could feel the air in the room shift - like the way the atmosphere changes right before a fierce storm. He could feel the storm’s power twist around his heart as his fingers clenched tighter yet, causing his cock to throb and his body to ache with an intense need to control her. He wanted to tie her down and fill her roughly and nothing less than her quivering release would satiate his hunger.

Circling his thumb over her wet nub, a tormented groan escaped her lips and her eyes rolled back for a split second before focusing on his mouth. Her body began to shiver and a barely visible flare of her pupils signaled for him to free her. He withdrew his hand and Sarah’s chest heaved as she gasped for breath and screamed out, her orgasmic roar a heady invitation to give her more. And, God, how he wanted to give her more. He had entered his dark headspace, even if only for a brief moment, but this time there was one major difference – there was Sarah’s whispered voice and loyal eyes beckoning him back into the light.

Rising up, Sawyer hauled Sarah into his cradling arms, tucking her curves neatly into his contours as she continued to pant and cry from her massive orgasm.

“You’ve given me my first true taste of ultimate power, Snowflake,” his raspy, hushed voice whispered into her ear. “Stay with me tonight so that we can take the time to explore, arouse and give each other pleasure. Stay with me and teach me more.”

“Yes,
Domly One… yes… yes,” she smiled up at him.

From The Art of Control

“There will be no kneeling in front of me tonight, Mistress Isabel. You told me you wanted control, so tonight I’ll give you control.
Complete control
. It might not be enough, but hopefully it will be enough for now. All I can ask is that you take it for what it’s worth, embrace the feeling however fleeting it may be, and be gentle with my ego in front of this crowd.”

Dylan’s words stun me. He’s allowing me to scene with him and be in control? He’s never allowed anything like this before. I only take control in the privacy of our own dungeon. Knowing that he takes his role as a Dom very seriously, I’ve never had the courage to even ask for such a thing. He strips down to his snug briefs and backs up to the suspension rig where Luke takes over and locks his wrists and ankles into place. A small crowd is gathering, but Dylan’s look remains stoic as he keeps his eyes on me. I can only imagine what he’s thinking right now.

It all makes sense now, the way Dylan dressed me and how Luke is treating me differently right now is because I’m not a submissive in their eyes; I’m a Domme. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath in to steady my nerves and drown out the sounds of the people gathering around.

“Little dove, it’s time to show us what you’re made of,” Luke whispers.

I open my eyes and let the feeling of power wash over me as he guides me around behind Dylan. My God he looks glorious suspended like this. I run my fingertips down his spine and he arches his back to my touch, his breathing quickening.

Luke hands me the bullwhip and I look over at him questioningly. I don’t have any idea how to wield this massive thing and I don’t want to hurt my sweet lover. My apprehension soon melts when Luke takes my hand and guides my movements.

“Just let your body relax and flow with me,” he states.

We walk around so that we’re facing Dylan. Luke is directly behind me, his hand over mine as he twirls the whip on the floor. He moves close behind me, pulling me to him by my waist as he guides my hand and the whip.

“You are an extension of me, little dove, and the whip is an extension of us. Learn my movements. Feel the blood coursing through my veins and my heart beating in my chest. Match your breathing with mine and above all else,
focus
.”

I do as I’m told and we move in unison, testing out the whip, snapping it in mid-air, the crackling sound almost deafening. I look into Dylan’s eyes and he looks at peace, the corners of his mouth upturned in a sexy smirk as he watches me, his eyes burning like flaming blue torches.
How can he trust me so much? How can he allow this?

“Focus, little dove. Your body isn’t relaxed,” Luke says sternly in my ear. Again, I tightly close my eyes and listen to Luke’s breathing, matching mine to his. I concentrate on the feeling of his heart beating against my shoulder blade and try to slow my rapidly beating heart in rhythm with his.

“That’s it, you’ve got it. Now it’s time to bring this crowd to their knees and to show them that you’re not only a perfect submissive, but a bravura Dominatrix. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Master Luke,” I answer out of habit. When I speak the words, I immediately feel Luke’s erection press into my lower back.

“Forgive me, it’s a natural response to a natural submissive’s response,” he softly apologizes. “Please call me
only
Luke otherwise I will be the one having difficulty focusing.”

Suppressing my embarrassment I answer, “Yes, Luke.”

“Let us begin,” he says. Dylan closes his eyes, readying himself for the initial stroke and without hesitation, Luke brings the whip up and lays it across my beautiful husband’s chest. Not wanting to hurt Dylan, I let my arms go completely lax so that it’s Luke’s movements that cast the first strike. Dylan winces but remains surprisingly still. When he opens his eyes, I see pure affection reflected in them. I know what he’s feeling – fearful yet aroused and astonished that the first strike wasn’t as painful as he had anticipated. I envy his position right now and wish I were on the receiving end of the intimidating leather implement.

“What are you thinking about, little dove?” Luke asks as if penetrating my thoughts.

How is it that all Doms can do that?
“The bullwhip calls to me and I wish I were the one being whipped right now. I yearn for the feeling of the leather against my skin again and to submit to it,” I confess.

“Why do you say such things to me? Have you no idea what they do to me?” he asks, grinding his rigidness into my bottom.

I take a deep breath and blow it out, and focus on Dylan and not the lusty sound of Luke’s voice lingering in my ear and the feeling of his unwelcome cock pressed into me.

“Focus, Luke. Again,” I state sternly, letting Mistress Isabel take over and putting Luke back in his place.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replies, backing off.

Enough of this.
I am powerful.
Right here, at this moment,
I am the one in control
. Even though Luke is guiding me, I am the one holding the whip. One wrong movement from me and Luke’s strong hands can’t stop me. We step back and lay the whip across Dylan’s chest again with solid unyielding strokes, the sound of the leather reverberating in the small staged area. Dylan’s stiff member can be seen through his briefs giving away his arousal and excitement, in turn making my pussy pulse with need. My heart begins to beat rapidly out of sync with Luke’s.

Doing as Dylan instructed, I allow myself to embrace the control that he has granted me and I submerge myself in the scene. Everything and everyone except Dylan and I fades away, including Luke. It’s my turn to take over as I move behind Dylan, guiding Luke. With Luke’s hand still firmly over mine, I bring the whip up and lightly flick Dylan’s back, his wrists wrenching against the restraints. The sound of the metal clinking, the chains overhead jangling and his rapid breathing are spellbinding and I feel my own wetness run down my inner thigh.  Too mesmerized by the beautiful tiger stripes I’ve lashed onto his back and shoulders, I lose count of the number of whips we’ve laid across Dylan’s body.  I move around to the front again so I can see the brilliant man before me and his eyes widen as I bring the bullwhip up again, careful to aim the leather away from his knife wound, and flit the cowhide across his heart, marking my territory. He looks so compliant and vulnerable, so trusting of me, it takes every bit of strength I have not to ravish him. He moans out and throws his head back, his muscles tensing and contracting. It’s then that I realize Luke is standing several feet behind me. I was the one in control of my movements for the last several lashings. It was all me.
I really was in control.

Dylan’s cock is rock hard and I drop the whip to the floor, the loud thud echoing through the room and fall to my knees, tearing at his briefs and shredding them and throwing them to the side. I go down on him, opening my throat and pulling him all the way into my mouth by his hips. I pull away from him and jerk him off and wrap my mouth around him again, but when I feel his shaft pulsate in my mouth, I stop just shy of letting him climax. I stand and bite into the tender and salty flesh above his heart, drawing blood. A slow crimson river runs down his chest and pools in his navel. I slither my tongue slowly down the trail of blood and dip my tongue in his belly button, lapping up my sweet lover’s DNA and relishing in the forbidden taste.

Circling my tongue around in his navel making sure to get every last drop of his sanguine tapas, I look up at him. His eyes are smoldering as he watches me with the most heated look to ever grace his gorgeous face. His mouth is parted and he’s panting wildly, his tongue poking out to slick his upper lip.
I want that tongue.
I quickly rise to my feet and grab his face, trying to snatch his tongue before it disappears back into his mouth.

“Give it to me.”

I breathe my demand into his mouth and he instinctively pushes his tongue past my lips and caresses the roof of my mouth. I suck at it maniacally and he thrusts his hips forward.

I lower myself again and take him into my mouth, giving him the release that he has earned. A few short moments later, Dylan grunts loudly and the thick, warm saltiness of his essence runs down the back of my throat.

I wrap my arms around Dylan’s neck and latch onto him, not wanting to let go of this wonderful, compassionate and bighearted man who is my husband.

“I love you and no one else matters in this world but you,” I repeat over and over while Luke unshackles him. As soon as his hands are freed he lifts me into his arms, despite his weakness and exhaustion, and he holds me tightly.

“Thank you for surrendering to me, Master,” I coo into his ear. Luke reaches down and loosens his ankles and we stumble to the resting area where we wrap our limbs around each other. Luke places a blanket over the both of us, shielding our eyes from the light and we kiss under the darkness of the soft cover, our hearts beating in harmony.