He took her mouth with such savage intensity, Ciara’s body softened in his arms and a gasp left her mouth.  Forcing her lips open with the thrusting of his tongue and smothering her lips with his demanding mastery, his tongue caressed the inside of her mouth, devouring her unique taste. If being overtaken is what she needed and yearned for, then by God, he would give it to her.

Gently pulling away, Ciara smiled and answered, “Oh, and I also want to have my own book store someday; a small out of the way place that caters to the romantic and naughty-at-heart. With maybe some sex toys thrown in just for fun.”

Sawyer smiled and kissed her chin. “Kerian was right: someday you’re going to make some man a very happy Master, Angel.”

“Some man?” she asked, her eyes hopeful, even optimistic.

He gave her a secret smile, leaving her suggestive question unanswered but commented, “A weekend with you doesn’t seem like near enough time to get to know all your finer points, does it?”

“No, Master, it doesn’t, nor enough time to get to know your wants.”

“Perhaps Master K will be amenable to a time extension.”

“We can hope, Master.”

* * *

Saturday and Sunday had gone by in a flash and before Sawyer knew it, his time with Ciara was over, and the realization that he wanted more time with her was glaringly apparent. The afternoons had been spent talking of their losses and achievements. Sawyer even divulged a bit of the neglect he had endured growing up. Ciara had hung on his every word, but never once forced any more information out of him. He had learned of how her overzealously religious parents had disowned her when they found out about her involvement in the BDSM community. He felt her hurt and wished he could protect her from the harsh world. Wanting to defend her, he briefly considered calling them up to plead her case and to tell them to pull their heads out of their asses so they could enjoy the wonderful person that Ciara was, but decided against it.

Even with his every minute being accounted for with Ciara, he didn’t miss his appointments with Sarah at 1:00 and 9:00. He had requested she send a snapshot of herself so that he could carry her to bed each night, even if it was only her image on his phone.

When Sunday evening approached, he had begun to feel torn between his burgeoning feelings towards the twenty-eight year old slave who had crept into his heart, and the flame that was still burning steadily for Sarah. Except for their desires to want to be submissive, they were completely different. But still, they both seemed to be exactly what he needed and wanted in a woman. He quickly banished the thought of having to choose one over the other. After all, he hadn’t even told either of them about his murderous and corrupt past. If they knew, he dreaded what the outcome would be, and he reminded himself to just enjoy the allotted time he was allowed with each of them and to learn everything he could from their knowledge.

With his bag in hand and at the door, he was met by Kerian, Ciara and Julia. Seeing the girls standing next to each other, visions of the evening before seeped into his mind. He had watched them perform their magic on each other and they had given him and Kerian quite a show. They did, indeed, fit together like two puzzle pieces. With her eyes to the floor, Sawyer reached over and fingered her chin.

“Look at me before I leave, Angel.” She stared back with longing at him and an undeniable glimmer of sadness flashed across her face. He blinked long and hard wanting to soothe her ache before mustering up the courage to ask Kerian what had been on his mind since Saturday morning. Facing Kerian, he asked, “May I speak with you in private?”

In the study, Sawyer paced near the window like a caged animal.

“What is it, Mr. Morrison. You’re beginning to make me nervous,” Kerian glared.

Sawyer chewed on his bottom lip and stole a look over his shoulder at Kerian. Bravely, he faced him and pushed his shoulders back. “I respectfully request more time with Angel… Ciara. Respectfully.”

A cheesy grin spread across Kerian’s squared and slightly wrinkled face. “Is that what you’re so tense about? Hell, Morrison, I was going to suggest the same thing myself!”

Kerian laughed obnoxiously, causing Sawyer to bristle and wince at his own juvenile anxiousness. It reminded him of having to ask a father for his permission to take his daughter on a date. “Is that a yes?”

“Well, I’m not sure. I rather like seeing Sawyer Morrison, otherwise known as the Domly One, a little fretful. Say it just once more in that deep and concerned voice… RESPECTFULLY,” Kerian mocked.

“Shit, you’re just as bad as Young. And who the hell told you about Domly One?” Sawyer glowered.

“I overheard Isabel and Sarah,” he continued to laugh.

Crossing his arms, Sawyer waited impatiently for Kerian’s laughter to die down. When it finally did, seriousness crossed his face.

“Yes, Sawyer, I can grant you more time with Ciara, on the condition that a task be completed. This is for her sake as her training is near its completion. I had planned on doing this final test of willing and openness with her myself, but seeing as she has ‘respectfully’ requested to spend more time with you as well, this will be a good chance for the both of you to once again learn from each other.”

Sawyer’s mouth twitched into a small smile. “She asked to spend more time with me?”

Kerian rolled his eyes and waved in dismissal. “Yes, she asked and I agreed. You two are like a couple of teenagers, I swear. Next thing you know I’ll be passing notes between the two of you. Now for that homework assignment - it’s not going to be easy… for either of you. But, if this thing between the two of you is going where I think it is, it’s going to be an excellent way to gauge if you’re truly compatible.”

Sawyer’s body stiffened. Where exactly did Kerian think this thing was going? He had simply asked to spend more time with his Angel, Ciara, not for her hand in marriage. His breath caught in his throat and his heart began pounding as he struggled with the probability that had been alluded to.

Kerian moved to a large locked cabinet, withdrew a key from his pocket and retrieved a file. “This is the contract that was signed upon the commencement of Precious’ training. It contains a detailed questionnaire, profile, and history. It’s with great discretion that I loan this to you for your perusal. It also contains her hard limits. Keep in mind that these limits were set six months ago when her training began.”

Sawyer listened with bewilderment and curiosity. Six months of training?  He had no idea slave training was so exhaustive and time intensive.

“We have stringently stuck by these limits. However, it’s time for her to grow and let go of all those old fears. I am a firm believer that yesterday’s boundaries are to be crossed on tomorrow’s horizon.”

Some sixth sense brought Sawyer fully awake and uncertainty crept onto his expression. He didn’t like where the conversation was going. Was Kerian really going to ask for Sawyer to disregard her hard limits?

“Kerian, I won’t…” Sawyer barked more loudly than he intended.

Raising his hand, Kerian cut him short, his eyes clinging to him and his voice remaining calm. “Let me finish. I know this sounds unorthodox, but this is a time-honored method for training slaves and has proven good results. I assure you no one has ever been hurt; at least not on my watch or anyone who has trained that I know. I will give you a week to go over her limits. Choose only one that you can work with, and find a way to seduce consent out of her as creatively as you can. I want you to break her walls down, as well as letting go of your own fears to achieve that. This is a great opportunity for you to push both your limits and deal with your fears. I truly believe this is necessary in order to fully accept the roles which the two of you are seeking to fulfill or I wouldn’t ask it. You are NOT to tell her what your end goal is, but let her see it for herself. I want her to learn that boundaries and limits are soul crushing and, well, limiting. As your knowledge of BDSM expands, so does your mind and ability to accept the things that once seemed unthinkable, allowing for a deeper connection of who you really are. Tell me you understand.”

Sawyer turned away, wearied by indecision. Yes, he understood, but he still didn’t know if he could go through with it.  Suppressing the bile rising in his throat at the thought of not spending more time with his Angel and doing the things that Kerian was asking, he silently nodded and took the file from Kerian’s hand.

“Very well. I wish you the best of luck. When coming up with a plan, I encourage you to consult me and other experienced Doms for ideas and instruction, and someone in close proximity as a safety measure. One last stipulation: I would like the experience to be filmed so that I can critique it at a later time with Ciara.”

Sawyer’s face creased into a deep frown. There was no way in hell he was putting down his sexual escapades on film, most especially not one where he would be pushing the limits of some unknowing innocent whose only goal in life is to be pleasing. He knew the kinds of things that could happen if a video like that got into the wrong hands. Kerian’s eyes seemed to shine with awareness of his unspoken reluctance.

“After everything that has happened with the Young’s, I understand your hesitation, Sawyer. The video will never leave your hands and you will be present when I view it so that it can be destroyed immediately afterwards if you so choose. This is a necessary step. Viewing yourself after the fact gives you a fresh, emotion-free perspective on the scene. I would even go as far as inviting your other trainers to watch it and give their opinions. As an experienced sub, Sarah is an excellent resource and her thoughts would be helpful, too, so utilize her knowledge as best you can. I want this to be a memorable event for both you and Precious.”