“Well, then, Precious has made me proud. I hope you found her ass sufficiently tight for your needs.”

Coughing and sputtering, Sawyer wiped his mouth and laughed. “Damn, Kerian. Yes, it was tight enough.”

Just then Ciara made her way over and it was hard to miss the healthy glow on her gorgeous face.

“You’ve made me proud, Precious,” Kerian stated, pulling his fingers through her hair. Sawyer couldn’t help but feel a stab of jealousy at the loving gesture that was being displayed toward his Angel. It wasn’t only anal sex he had gotten from his encounter, but an intense bonding experience. Ciara had given herself over to him completely and Kerian was right, he would never feel the same about such a woman again, or look at himself in the same way.

Looking away from Kerian, her starry eyes focused on Sawyer.

“Master Morrison,” she smiled and promptly redirected her eyes to the floor.

It had only been moments since their anal-fest, but Sawyer’s cock hardened thinking about her svelte body and the feeling of her snug ass around his cock. He had never felt such exquisiteness as the feeling of her puckered hole clutching at his dick. He wanted to experience all of her, and that included her mouth.

“Are you ready for more, Angel?” he asked.

Kerian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “My, my, Mr. Morrison. I guess you weren’t lying when you said you go more than once. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit envious of your stamina. I have the stage set if you’re feeling up to scening.”

“As a matter of fact, I am feeling up to it. I saw a few things lying around in your kinky trove that I’d like to try out if you’re feeling up to sharing your expertise and guiding my hand.”

“You know how to stroke a man’s ego, Mr. Morrison! I’d be delighted!” Kerian perked up.

Gripping Ciara’s elbow, Sawyer guided her to a long table that looked like something from medieval times that could have doubled as a sacrificial alter. During the very short walk, he whispered in her ear, “I want to see you squirm, Angel; like you had me squirming just moments ago. This body of yours was built for sin and decadent pleasures, and I’m thankful you were cast out from the heavens to please me.” Her body shivered and a small moan slipped past her lips. “Are my words making you wet?” he asked, nipping the lobe of her ear as they paused at the side of the table.

“Yes, Master Morrison… so very wet.”

“If you’re a very good girl, I might taste you. Now, lie down on your back and spread those beautiful legs wide for your Masters.”

Moving quickly but with the grace of a dancer, Ciara climbed atop the table and did as she was told. Music was cued overhead to the tune of Carmina Baruna, O Fortuna. He had never been fond of classical music. It reminded him too much of the kind of upper-class pricks he would rather shove his foot up their asses than to be in their company, but the song spoke to him. Maybe it was the setting or the sight of Ciara’s willing, sweat-glistened body and everyone’s eyes on him. He couldn’t be sure exactly what it was, just that the feeling of excitement started in his toes, worked its way up to his hardened cock and settled in his brain.

He set aside several items to play with and pointed out a few others to Kerian before moving to Ciara. Leaning down, he placed his palm flat against her soft belly.

“I’m enamored with all your curves and edges, and perfect imperfections, Angel,” he quoted one of his favorite songs.

A distinct quivering was felt emanating from her core and Sawyer smiled at the way her body answered to him. He had never felt so physically attracted to any one woman in his life, ever. Not his wife, not Sonya, not even his dear Snowflake. His draw to her was entirely physical and instinctual, and came from a place of pure masculinity. It made no sense – he hardly knew her, but her submissiveness had triggered something in his brain and he couldn’t turn it off. It wasn’t only his cock doing his thinking for him but his ego, and he was well aware of it, but he wasn’t going to deny those feelings or his desires.

A low growl started in his throat and made its way past his lips when Ciara licked her lips.

“Are you ready, Mr. Morrison?” Kerian’s voice broke through his aroused trance.

Sawyer hesitantly looked away from Ciara and nodded yes. He grabbed the electro double Warternburg pinwheel that looked much like a regular double pinwheel but with an electroeroticism twist. Sawyer clicked the button and touched the prickly end of it to his index finger. He felt a jolt of electricity surge through his hand when he rolled it over the pad of his finger, causing his wrist muscles to stiffen. Yes, it would work well for his needs. He smiled down at Ciara whose eyes were glassy with anticipation.

“I’m not going to bind you because I want to see you writhing with need. Don’t disappointment me and make me resort to bondage. Can I count on you to keep your arms beside you, palms flat against the table?”

“I’ll do my very best for you, Master,” she answered with a pensive twinkle in the shadow of her eyes.

“I don’t want your best; I want your everything. Now tell me that you won’t disappointment me and don’t make me ask again,” he came back with more sternly.

Ciara cringed at the tone of his voice. “Yes, Master, I won’t disappoint you.”

Sawyer looked to Kerian. “Would you mind giving me a hand?”

“Of course. I’m always keen on helping a fellow Master engage in wicked play,” he smiled evilly.

“The Magic Wand, will you stimulate her gently while I try this out?” he gripped the pinwheel.

Kerian nodded, retrieved the Wand, and began his sweet torture of her clit.

Sawyer set the wheel on the lowest setting and glided it over her arms in short bursts before making his way up to her puckered and erect nipples. He bent down and bit into one, redirecting her focus while he turned up the power. When his mouth left her breast, he ran the barbed device over her pebbled areola. The wetness of his saliva in combination with the electricity caused Ciara to arch her back and mewl out loudly, in turn stirring Sawyer’s inner Dom. When she did so, Kerian began circling the Wand around.

Looking to Kerian, Sawyer asked, “Is she wet?”

“Deliciously so, Master Morrison,” his eyes twinkled playfully.

Focusing once again on Ciara, Sawyer spoke definitively, “Don’t you dare cum without my permission. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned.

“That’s a good little slave.”

Next, he reached for the Violet Ray. It was a deceptively unassuming-looking piece of equipment. After having watched Liz and John’s demonstration, he had Googled all sorts of ways for sensual torture and this was one of the things he most wanted to try out. He looked to Kerian who was diligently working Ciara’s pussy with a fervent and concentrated look on his face.

“Teach me, Kerian.”

Kerian smiled and powered the vibrator off. Moving to the head of the table, he placed a glass tube on the end of the Violet Ray and turned it on. The loud crackling surprised Sawyer and his eyes widened with enthusiasm when a beautiful purple spark lit up the tip like that looked exactly like a mini lightning bolt. Kerian skimmed it along Sawyer’s forearm so he could feel its effects. To his relief, it wasn’t painful. Instead, it jolt of electricity emitted elicited a hot, tingling sensation.

“Try it for yourself, Sawyer, but be mindful of where you place it. It might sound thrilling to place it on very delicate areas, like the nipples and clitoris, but it may cause oversensitivity and even pain. Unless of course that’s what you’re going for.”

No, pain wasn’t his turn-on and he was grateful for the advice. Beginning on the larger surface areas of Ciara’s body, he tested out the Ray while Kerian went back to work on her clit. He was getting a wonderful response and wondered what else could be done with the magical Tesla wand. He tried another attachment that resembled a glass comb. Cranking up the voltage, he raked the comb over her scalp, then over her hip and thighs. Ciara screamed out when he briefly touched her nipples. He liked the sound of her whimpering so much, he lowered the voltage to deliver more zaps to her breasts.

When he was finished, he massaged and kissed every part of her body that he had electrified. The experiment had only gone on for fifteen minutes or was it forever? He had no idea. Time had ground to a halt and everything around him seemed to slow down and come into crisp focus, even the music which had momentarily been drowned out by the sound of the Ray. The deep female voices rose and fell as did Ciara’s with each of Kerian’s manipulations of the vibrator. With his head cloudy with desire, he decided it was time to taste his Angel.

“Trade me places, Kerian, and fill her mouth while I taste her arousal.”

“It would be her pleasure to be taken by two Masters. Wouldn’t it, Precious?” Kerian asked Ciara, putting the vibrator aside.

“Yes… yes… my honor and pleasure,” she whined.

Sawyer moved in between her legs. Her pussy was bright pink, her labia swollen and her clit rigid from all the stimulation. Spreading her moist lips, he blew up and down slowly. His eyes darted upward to see Kerian grip his Angel underneath her armpits and drag her to the end of the table so that her head was hanging off. He unbuckled his pants, slid his cock out and stroked himself, preparing to fuck her mouth.

Sawyer readjusted himself and lay on his belly, ready to partake of the buffet laid out before him. When he heard the wet sounds of Ciara’s mouth being taken, he dove into her pussy ferociously, biting and sucking at her labia and inflamed pearl. He held her thighs firmly apart and circled his tongue around before slipping it into her. Loud gagging momentarily broke his concentration and he looked up to see the most glorious deep-throating ever taking place. He could see the bulge of Ciara’s neck as Kerian penetrated the tight-depths of her throat and precum wet the front of his pants.  He slipped two fingers into her and pumped them in and out vigorously until she nearly came undone. Slipping his hands under her ass, he tipped her pelvis upward and licked from her clit to her ass crack, his mouth resting over the hole he had fucked. He sucked at it too and poked his tongue in.  It was a dirty thing to do, but he didn’t give a fuck. He was in a room full of people who were not judging him so why should he care? He let go of all his feelings of shame and went with what his instincts told him, and what they were telling him to do was everything he had always been denied. It was cathartic and energizing and some unfathomable feeling of power surged through him.