Sawyer quickly felt protective of her, knowing if she ever found out that Sarah was in contact with Dylan, Isa and himself, she would stop at nothing to exact her revenge for her perceived loss of Dylan and her hatred for Isabel. Sawyer regretted not having permanently taken care of the lethal cunt when he had the chance.

S.M.: 5:50 PM: I know the kind of people that are being treated there. You’re safety means everything to me.

SarahH: 5:58 PM: Thank u for your concern and kind words, but there’s no need to worry. Almost everyone at that facility is dangerous in some way and it’s just part of the job. Unfortunately I have no control over it.

Like hell there wasn’t any reason to worry. If Sarah knew how dangerous Dylan’s ex was, she might think differently. He wasn’t in the mood to try and explain everything. He would deal with the situation immediately on his own knowing that the ultimate decision was out of Sarah’s hands anyway.

S.M.: 6:05 PM: Understood. We’ll speak later.

Sawyer promptly retrieved his files on Dylan’s psychotic ex via remote access and the physician whom he had spoken with the night he visited the institute. The man had been very receptive to Sawyer and was sympathetic to Isabel and Dylan’s problems. Hopefully he could help.

He called the man’s personal cell phone, hoping the physician remembered him.

“This is Sawyer Morrison. We met last year,” he stated, getting right to the point.

“Yes, I remember you - tall, dark and dangerous. And very well put together, too, I might add.”

Sawyer was thrown off balance by the psychiatrist’s comment. “Thank you. I’m calling about an employee at the Institute named Sarah Henderson. I can’t express how important it is that Sarah has no contact with the person who attacked the Youngs.”

“I see. Well, I’ll do what I can. May I ask why?”

“It’s a bit difficult to explain, but… she’s an acquaintance and I’m concerned for her safety.”

“You’re going through an awful lot of effort for just an acquaintance,” the physician remarked.

“She’s actually more like a friend.”

“A girlfriend?”

Why the hell was this guy so interested in Sawyer’s personal life? “Not exactly. She’s one of my subs,” he stated frankly.

“Just my luck. Ah well, I’d be happy to try and help out. Keep me in mind if you ever decide to take on any male subs,” the man sighed, defeated.

Sawyer had been hit on by a man and was at a loss for words. The doctor was quite handsome and well-to-do from what Sawyer remembered, and he felt strangely proud to have attracted him, regardless of whether or not he wanted to get pegged by him.

“If I ever decide to swing that way, I’ll keep you in mind, Dr. Phillips.” Sawyer chuckled.

The man laughed and ended the conversation pleasantly, and Sawyer drove to the club.

* * *

Once inside, he was met by Dylan and Isabel.

“Thanks for the panty treatment, Sawyer,” Isabel pouted.

Sawyer grinned proudly in response. “Anytime Young needs help deciding your punishment, I’d be happy to help out, Cookie.” He was okay with helping decide, so long as he didn’t have to be the one actually handing it out.

Isabel opened her mouth to respond but quickly snapped her mouth shut when Dylan squeezed her arm. “Not here, Isa. Show Morrison the same respect you show me in this club. Is that understood?” he spoke in his fiercest disciplinarian tone.

Isa’s eyes averted to the floor. “Yes, Master. My apologies, Sawyer. I’d be honored if you had a decision in my punishment,” she answered obediently, even though he could hear the distinct attitude in her voice.

“That’s better, but not much,” Sawyer said as he rolled his eyes at Dylan.

Dylan lifted one side of his mouth and nodded in agreement. “There’s someone I want you to meet. Her name is Kate, but around here we call her Sam.”

Sawyer thought it was an odd nickname. Isabel’s eyes shot up to Dylan’s and she smiled impishly. “You’re evil, Dylan.”

“What? Sawyer needs to experience all types of submissives, not just the dutiful ones.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sawyer asked.

“Kate is known for being…” Dylan paused thoughtfully, scratching his chin and then continuing. “Quite a handful. Let’s see how you deal with her. I’ve set up a scene for the two of you tonight. I’m a man of my word and I trust when all is said and done, she’ll be begging you to be either fucked or punished.”

Sawyer doubted that very much. He had never had the urge to punish the female persuasion. Pleasure them, most definitely, but never reprimand them physically. Except, of course, for a few of Dylan’s wretched exes.

Dylan motioned for Kate and handed Sawyer a piece of paper. When the woman approached, Sawyer was impressed with her looks. She was tall with wavy, shoulder-length auburn hair, had the body of a porn star and looked like she loved being fucked in dishonorable ways. Perhaps even punished.

“Mr. Morrison,” she nodded gracefully. “I’m looking forward to finding out what kind of Dom you’re going to be.”

“So am I,” he countered.

They all walked back to a large, bright room where several people were already gathering behind a dark tinted viewing glass to watch the inexperienced Dom’s first scene. It reminded him of the seedy parts of town he had experienced in his youth and watching people fuck as he looked on anonymously. He stood glaring at them, nervous butterflies starting to build in his stomach. He wasn’t keen on a group of strangers watch him fumble around and/or make a fool out of himself. He ran his palm over his face and lowered his head.

“I chose this room so that we could dim the outer lights and the crowd is out of view. In the meantime, make your sub your only point of focus,” he heard Dylan over his shoulder.

Easier said than done. He sighed to himself, revolted at the thought of exposing his cock to a group of unknowns.

Pushing past his anxiety, he walked over to a table where a dozen or so items were laid out, many of which he was familiar with only by having read about them. He picked them up, one by one, touching them and studying them. He wished Sarah were by his side, explaining how each of them felt on a woman’s body.

Kate sauntered up next to him while he read over her hard and soft limits, making herself a little too comfortable for his tastes and rubbing herself against him like an animal in heat. She reached for a thick wooden paddle and fingered it.

“I like this very much. And this too,” she commented, pointing towards a large purple butt-plug. Pushing gently past Sawyer she continued to grab several of the implements, her actions quickly grating on his nerves. He gripped her upper arm firmly and held her at bay.

“I’ll take your wants into consideration. Now let me finish reading.”

Her eyes widened infinitesimally and she smiled mockingly. “Yes, Sir,” she snickered.

“Undress and seat yourself over there, please,” Sawyer nodded toward an oversized wooden chair with a padded leather seat and restraining points on each of the legs and arms.

Sawyer wasn’t sure what he wanted to start with and waited for Isabel to join him. When she moved next to him, she began talking about the items he had set aside.

“The tawse can be sharp and painful, but it also feels fantastic when used gently. It warms up the skin nicely. Even though this flogger is small, it packs a punch. See how the ends are knotted? They really bite,” Isa waggled her eyebrows up and down.

He quickly put the flogger back. Bite wasn’t the sensation he was going for.

“Feathers are nice and playful and can be used to build up to more intense play,” she continued. “So is this double-sided paddle. One of my first experiences with Dylan he used a double-sided paddle on me. Each of the contrasting sides offers a wonder of sensations.”

Isabel’s eyes drifted off as if thinking back to her time with Dylan. Sawyer heard Dylan clear his throat from behind.

“Focus, Isa.”

“Yes, Master. Your expertise in these matters is better than mine,” she stated, stepping aside, letting Dylan take over.

“For experimental items, these will do just fine,” Dylan nodded.

When Sawyer turned to face Kate, her toned and muscular body was gloriously naked, her bronze skin glowing under the yellow-gold lighting. It was hard for him not to appreciate such a fine specimen even if she wasn’t his type. Sitting in the chair, her legs were spread wide as she fingered herself.

Dylan motioned with his head toward Kate. “Did you give her permission to do that to herself?”

“I most certainly did not.”

“Deal with it,” Dylan instructed.

Sawyer grabbed a pair of fur-lined leather cuffs and strode over to her, gripping her wrist and pulling her fingers out of her glistening pussy.

“Enough of that,” he grumbled.

Kate poked her tongue out and attempted to bring her fingers to her mouth, but his strong grip didn’t allow her to. He swiftly pulled her hand down and fumbled with the cuffs before securing one of her hands to the shackles.  She softly giggled at his mishandling of the restraint and Sawyer’s eyes shot up to hers.

“You only get to laugh at me once,” he snarled, staring directly into her eyes.

With the speed and agility of a man who meant his words, he strapped her other wrist down purposefully, cinching the cuff to an appropriate but secure fit, and tugging on the restraint to test its stability causing Kate to gasp out at his harsh, sudden movement. The smile quickly faded from her face and one side of Sawyer’s mouth curled upwards.