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Authors: Ella Dominguez
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was it to follow a simple order?
Sawyer gave her an uncompromising look. “Eyes closed. I won’t say it again.”
Both of her eyes opened defiantly to his remark as she glared at him with burning, reproachful eyes. “Or else what, Mr. Morrison?” she asked with a heavy dose of sarcasm in her voice.
“Yes, or else what, Morrison?” Dylan asked with eyebrows raised. “A submissive must learn to follow your commands and any and all threats must be followed through, or else what’s the point?”
Dylan’s point was valid. What was the fucking point if not to exert his power? Irritated with Kate trying to push his limits and question his authority, Sawyer stood between her splayed legs. Leaning down, he ghosted his mouth over her ear. Slowly, he brushed his fingers up the inside of her thigh until he reached her pussy. He eased his fingers inside of her causing her to moan out. Pumping his fingers more rapidly, Sawyer could sense Kate was quickly building up to an orgasm.
Pulling his fingers out of her, he replied coolly in an attempt to disguise his impatience, “Or else you don't get the pleasure of sucking my dick.”
His voice was thick and mellow and Kate’s mouth dropped open, her eyes boldly meeting his. Sawyer wasn’t sure if the jaw-drop was due to shock or to say something, but he promptly shoved his juice soaked fingers into her gaping mouth to shut her up.
“If you want to come, you’ll simply suck my fingers and keep your comments to yourself. Is that understood?”
Her tongue twisted around his fingers and she said nothing more. Sawyer’s power was greater than he had imagined and the implication of her compliance sent waves of excitement through him. His cock hardened and his head swam with desire. Feeling a little more comfortable in his Dom skin, he decided to venture out and try something a little more risky. Reaching for the flogger, he looked to Dylan.
“Keep your stance in mind. This time, don’t flick your wrist. Use a figure-eight motion in smooth, flowing movements. Instruct Kate not to move. She already knows this, but hearing your voice and your commands is soothing to her and reassures her of your authority.”
Sawyer nodded and did as he was instructed. Kate’s tanned skin reddened under the leather strips and her belly looked like a beautiful piece of art. When he had his fill of flogging the statuesque beauty, he moved to the table for something different. Again, Kate’s eyes opened to sneak a peek.
Sawyer had enough of her unruliness. He swiftly unshackled her and hauled her into his beefy arms. As he carried her to the spanking horse, Kate wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling smugly as if she had gotten her way. He had never felt the urge to punish a woman, but if anyone deserved it, or asked for it, it was the sexy brat known as Sam.
He gently stood her on her feet and pointed toward the bench. She stood motionless as if she didn’t really believe Sawyer would go through with it.
“I want that ass in the air, now,” he ordered with narrowed eyes.
“As you wish, Sir,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming brightly.
As Kate quickly laid her lean body over the bench, Sawyer suddenly felt like he had been had. Perhaps this is what she had wanted all along. He looked back to Dylan who was smirking and then to Isabel who was shaking her head. He motioned for Isabel who speedily moved next to him.
“Why do you call Kate, Sam?”
Tip-toeing up to his ear, she quietly answered, “I’m glad you asked. Sam stands for smart-ass masochist.”
Now it all made sense. Kate was intentionally trying to push his buttons. She wanted to be spanked and even though Sawyer felt like she deserved it, he wasn’t about to give into her petulant and manipulative ways.
His eyes darted back to Dylan and gave him a critical stare. Fucking,Young. Leave it to Dylan to make his first scene a frustrating one. Isabel stood next to Dylan and they both smiled stupidly at him,
Sawyer gave her an uncompromising look. “Eyes closed. I won’t say it again.”
Both of her eyes opened defiantly to his remark as she glared at him with burning, reproachful eyes. “Or else what, Mr. Morrison?” she asked with a heavy dose of sarcasm in her voice.
“Yes, or else what, Morrison?” Dylan asked with eyebrows raised. “A submissive must learn to follow your commands and any and all threats must be followed through, or else what’s the point?”
Dylan’s point was valid. What was the fucking point if not to exert his power? Irritated with Kate trying to push his limits and question his authority, Sawyer stood between her splayed legs. Leaning down, he ghosted his mouth over her ear. Slowly, he brushed his fingers up the inside of her thigh until he reached her pussy. He eased his fingers inside of her causing her to moan out. Pumping his fingers more rapidly, Sawyer could sense Kate was quickly building up to an orgasm.
Pulling his fingers out of her, he replied coolly in an attempt to disguise his impatience, “Or else you don't get the pleasure of sucking my dick.”
His voice was thick and mellow and Kate’s mouth dropped open, her eyes boldly meeting his. Sawyer wasn’t sure if the jaw-drop was due to shock or to say something, but he promptly shoved his juice soaked fingers into her gaping mouth to shut her up.
“If you want to come, you’ll simply suck my fingers and keep your comments to yourself. Is that understood?”
Her tongue twisted around his fingers and she said nothing more. Sawyer’s power was greater than he had imagined and the implication of her compliance sent waves of excitement through him. His cock hardened and his head swam with desire. Feeling a little more comfortable in his Dom skin, he decided to venture out and try something a little more risky. Reaching for the flogger, he looked to Dylan.
“Keep your stance in mind. This time, don’t flick your wrist. Use a figure-eight motion in smooth, flowing movements. Instruct Kate not to move. She already knows this, but hearing your voice and your commands is soothing to her and reassures her of your authority.”
Sawyer nodded and did as he was instructed. Kate’s tanned skin reddened under the leather strips and her belly looked like a beautiful piece of art. When he had his fill of flogging the statuesque beauty, he moved to the table for something different. Again, Kate’s eyes opened to sneak a peek.
Sawyer had enough of her unruliness. He swiftly unshackled her and hauled her into his beefy arms. As he carried her to the spanking horse, Kate wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling smugly as if she had gotten her way. He had never felt the urge to punish a woman, but if anyone deserved it, or asked for it, it was the sexy brat known as Sam.
He gently stood her on her feet and pointed toward the bench. She stood motionless as if she didn’t really believe Sawyer would go through with it.
“I want that ass in the air, now,” he ordered with narrowed eyes.
“As you wish, Sir,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming brightly.
As Kate quickly laid her lean body over the bench, Sawyer suddenly felt like he had been had. Perhaps this is what she had wanted all along. He looked back to Dylan who was smirking and then to Isabel who was shaking her head. He motioned for Isabel who speedily moved next to him.
“Why do you call Kate, Sam?”
Tip-toeing up to his ear, she quietly answered, “I’m glad you asked. Sam stands for smart-ass masochist.”
Now it all made sense. Kate was intentionally trying to push his buttons. She wanted to be spanked and even though Sawyer felt like she deserved it, he wasn’t about to give into her petulant and manipulative ways.
His eyes darted back to Dylan and gave him a critical stare. Fucking,Young. Leave it to Dylan to make his first scene a frustrating one. Isabel stood next to Dylan and they both smiled stupidly at him,
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