Luke looked to Sawyer. “I’ve brought a shorter-than-normal whip for this demonstration and lesson. Shall we begin?”

A knot rose in his throat but he moved without delay. The leather was long and he couldn’t imagine that it was a shorter version. Luke swung the whip and snapped his wrist sharply, the air hissing around it loudly.  All three women in the room jumped simultaneously to the sound in turn causing all three men to burst out into laughter.

The mood in the room seemed to lighten and Sawyer was able to relax as Luke went to work on Claire’s body. Sawyer watched and listened closely to everything Luke was telling and showing him. On occasion he would look to Sarah who seemed to be mesmerized by the Frenchman’s skill. Claire’s entire body showed the damage of a masochist, but every one of the marks was like a finely etched tattoo, and each one told its own story. On her silky, dark mocha skin, they were nothing less than splendid.

Luke’s movements were swift and calculated, but never harsh, and Sawyer was surprised at the finesse he demonstrated with the intimidating implement.

After nearly half an hour of setting Claire’s body ablaze, Luke finished her off by slowly fucking her from behind as he held her out and away from his body as to not injure her freshly whipped back. Claire pushed her ass out to accept Luke’s lengthy shaft as he thrust into her unhurriedly, penetrating her depths over and over while softly speaking his praises to her.

Sawyer looked away as the pair’s orgasms neared and caught Sarah’s eyes on him. There was an air of meekness about her that captivated him and something in her calm manner that soothed him. They locked eyes while Claire and Luke grunted and came together, and a hot ache grew in Sawyer’s throat as Sarah’s eyes implored him for something unknown.

Luke pulled out of Claire and rid himself of his condom, then unshackled her quickly and swept her up into his sinewy arms. Carrying her to the bed, he laid her out while both he and Isabel eased her wounds with a medicinal-scented herbal salve. Luke cooed sweet French words into Claire’s ear while Isabel kissed her forehead and cradled her. Watching Isabel care so tenderly for Claire, Sawyer knew she would make a wonderful mother someday.

Luke began to suck at Claire’s nipples while Isabel watched ardently and assisted by holding Claire’s breast up for Luke. Claire wrapped an arm around Isabel’s neck, raised her head and kissed the tender spot below her chin as she ran her fingers through Isabel’s yellow curls. Isabel tilted her head downward and the two pressed their lips together, their tongues twisting together slowly.

The dazzling contrast in the two women’s skin color reminded Sawyer of hot cocoa swirling around in warm milk. It was sensual and arousing to watch the two women engage in light petting, and Sawyer wondered how Dylan felt about Isabel being so affectionate and sexual with another female. Looking over, it was clear to see that Dylan was just as turned on as he was by Isabel’s intimate gestures toward Claire as he stood at the foot of the bed, his hand gliding over the erection that was pressed into his pants.

Isabel’s eyes fluttered open and without disengaging from Claire’s mouth, her eyes shifted upward and locked into Dylan’s heated gaze.

“That’s it, Love, just like that,” Dylan gave his authorization.

Moving behind Sarah, Sawyer wrapped his arms around her thick waist and buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her floral scent along with the sex still lingering in the air. He ground his erection into the small of her back and she responded by pushing back into him and accepting his touch as they looked on.

“They’re gorgeous,” Sarah stated softly.

“So are you, Snowflake. I would love to see you join them.”

Sarah turned her head to the side, her eyes expectant. “May I, Sir?”

“Go.”

Sarah turned her body to Sawyer and lifted her arms, allowing him to slip her dress up and off of her. Kneeling in front of her, Sawyer removed her pumps, and rolled each of her stockings down slowly, skimming his fingertips along the back of her legs. Just before standing, he planted a soft kiss on her panty covered mound and grinned up at her.

Wearing only her panties and corset, Sarah tiptoed to the bed and stood near, waiting for an invitation.  Claire offered her hand first, then Isabel. Luke crawled to the foot of the bed and sprawled out, resting on one elbow like a lion watching his pride of lionesses play as the three women began to touch and massage each other, all the while whispering feminine nothings in each other’s ears.

Sawyer would’ve given anything to know the words being spoken, but he was only left to his dirty imagination. His cock throbbed intensely and he was so excited, he felt as if he would implode from the sheer heat his body was putting off.  Caught up in the vision of Sarah caressing Claire’s mound and slipping her fingers in, he forgot about the other men in the room until he felt Dylan’s hand on his shoulder.

“It’s a beautiful sight, isn’t it?”

“Fuck, yes,” he growled.

Claire’s body rose, allowing Isabel to spread out on the bed, and she and Sarah helped her to undress. The women moved leisurely, enjoying the show they were putting on for the three men, their movements slow and purposefully teasing. Isabel lifted her hips so that Sarah could slide her thong down her smooth thighs, while Claire pulled her pale-blue, satin top over her head and removed her corset. When Isabel was fantastically naked, she looked to Dylan for consent.

“My naughty places are in need of attention, Master,” Isabel stated in a silky voice that was more of a request than a declaration.

Dylan smiled wickedly and nodded his head, his deep, thick voice filling the room when he spoke. “Let them feast on your sweet cunt, my little wench.”

Isabel’s eyes flickered keenly and she smiled as she lay back and spread her short legs wide. Claire dove in first, fingering and licking at Isabel while Sarah massaged and kissed her large breasts. Claire raised her head briefly to kiss Sarah, their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths and sharing Isabel’s taste before returning to the buffet laid out before her. After several minutes, Isabel’s breathing quickened and her moans became louder. With her eyes tightly closed, she gently pushed Claire away.

Her eyes met Dylan’s. “All my orgasms belong to you, Master. Finish me?”

Dylan moved to the bed and kneeled on it, holding his hand out to Isabel. “That’s my good girl,” he smiled. She met the smile and the hand which was offered to her, and stood.

“In due time, love, but first, I have an appointment with my Mistress,” he grinned crookedly at her before leading her to the suspension rig. Handing her the whip, he bowed his head benevolently, “You’re up.”

Isabel’s eyes dilated as she pushed her shoulders back and rubbed her hand over Dylan’s rigid cock. She looked ethereal and dreamlike in the dim lighting, but fierce.

“So are you, my sweet lover.”

* * *

Still mildly stunned by having watched Dylan submit to Isabel, Sawyer drove with Sarah to the Dark Asylum deep in thought. He was quiet the entire drive thinking about everything he had learned in the previous two hours and with the still lingering images of the three women fondling each other.

Thinking about the upcoming scene, he hoped he would give everyone a good show at the club and more importantly, not make a fool of himself or hurt Isabel. She had volunteered to be his first ‘victim’ and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Sarah, too, remained silent and seemed to withdraw after having watched Dylan and Isabel’s scene.

“Did seeing Isabel in control upset you?” Sawyer asked, reaching over and taking Sarah’s hand.

“No, it was beautiful to see and I’m honored they shared that with me,” she came back with.

Sawyer nodded, feeling the same way, but still wondering why Sarah was so distant.

“You looked amazing tonight with Isabel and Claire. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes, Sir. Did you enjoy watching?”

Sawyer let out a short burst of laughter. “Three gorgeous women play-fucking… what do you think?”

“I think if your dick had gotten any harder, it could have doubled as a steel girder,” Sarah quipped nonchalantly.

His eyes widened to her hilariously bawdy remark. “How uncouth!” he teased and she promptly blushed.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she stammered, her cheeks glowing bright red.

“Don’t be. I quite like lewd Snowflake.”

She chortled and squeezed his arm, but then quieted back down and stared out the window.

At the club, a small crowd had already gathered in anticipation of Luke’s showing. A visitor from a far off land wielding a whip masterfully seemed like something everyone was keen on seeing. Luke would warm Isabel up for Sawyer and then hand over the reins, so to speak. Before having left the Youngs’ house, Sawyer had tested out the menacing whip and swung it at least a hundred times if not more, getting a feel for how the whip felt in his hands. But testing it out on the back wall would be nothing compared to wielding it against flesh.

Sarah stood with the group while Isabel stripped down to her white satin and velvet corset and lace thong. Dylan whispered things in her ear and caressed her cheeks while Sawyer restrained her arms above her to a spreader bar that was hanging from the ceiling in a large room. He was still getting accustomed to using leather cuffs and he fumbled slightly. Feeling out of his element, he began to worry everyone around him would sense his inexperience, but was relieved that no one seemed to notice.