“Come to me, Angel, let me undress you. Julia, please seat yourself on the bed.”

Ciara moved slowly and purposefully seductively toward him, each of her steps an invitation to dominate her; an invitation he was more than willing and eager to accept. When she was within reach, he casually removed the cherry-red satin robe that she was wearing, letting it fall to her feet. Underneath, she wore a black velvet corset cinched to an unfathomable tightness making her waist look a good six inches smaller and a matching thong. He stood back and took in her image. She looked too good to take it off.  He kneeled and slipped her panties down inch-by-inch. When he stood and looked down into her toffee-colored eyes, a sense of urgency filled him that he was powerless to resist and something intense flared though his entrancement.  He was Dominant. She was submissive. This was his destiny.

He led her to bed and laid her down, showering her body with kisses as he whispered his desire for her. He touched the top of her thighs and his caress was a command that she willingly obeyed as she opened her legs to him. He reached for the cane and a flame flickered in Ciara’s eyes that radiated a vitality that drew him in. She wanted this. She wanted him.

He rose up on his knees and began to flick the cane over every spot he had placed a kiss, the tops of her breasts, thighs and mound. He was careful not to deliver too harsh of strikes, mindful of his movements. He had only experimented with it twice on Sarah the previous week when they rehearsed and he replayed that scene in his head as he carried on. Ciara’s response was so completely different than Sarah’s. She lay compliantly still, panting quietly, whereas Sarah had moaned loudly and writhed beneath him, but both obedient and willing. He flicked and slapped the bamboo against her skin for several minutes, pausing only to kiss her. Time had slowed and he had no idea how much time had passed. Seconds, minutes… hours? When her panting became ragged and harsh, he laid the cane down to thumb her clit.

“I want to hear you, Angel,” he told her, his voice a deep, raspy whisper.

Her mouth parted and a soft moan came out, followed by a louder one when he began to circle his thumb around faster and press down more firmly. She was wet… so very wet. He loved how her body responded to him.  His brain became clouded with lust and he gripped his shaft with his free hand to try and satiate the ache throbbing in him and put the condom on.

“Yes, like that…” he growled as he began to stroke himself.

He was so hard and she was so wet, he wanted to plunge into her and fuck her. Instead, he maintained his cool exterior as he slipped his two fingers into her. He quickly found what he was looking for and began to tug at her G-spot roughly in a come-hither motion. Ciara immediately began to wriggle and grunt noisily. Yes, that’s what he wanted to hear. Not quiet panting, loud moaning. His thumb found her clit again and he double assaulted her pussy by flicking her clit while finger fucking her. Her body began to quiver and he yanked his fingers out, leaving her a wet, squirming mess.

As the song Fail for You by Luke Sital-Singh began, he grabbed his next tool – the double pinwheel. He lay next to her and glided it over her pebbled nipples and her back arched into him, the wheel sinking deeply into her tender flesh and leaving a spectacular imprint on her areola. After several minutes with the wheel, he set it aside. He hovered his body over Ciara and held her head between his two large hands, their faces only inches apart.

“Right now, you belong to me. Is that understood?” Ciara’s eyes became like liquid and she nodded eagerly. “Say it,” he whispered against her lips.

“I belong to you.”

He smiled a wicked, debauched smile and slipped his tongue into her mouth to remind himself what her arousal tasted like. He savored it and etched it into his memory.

His feelings of excitement began to intensify and everything around him took on a clean brightness when he reached for the blind fold. The moment was drawing nearer and he could feel the air around him begin to change like it had when he was with Sarah.

He wrapped the scarf around her eyes so that she couldn’t see what was coming. He wanted her to feel his hands around her throat while only hearing his soft words of reassurance and to be without sight so that she could focus only on his voice.

With the silk securely over her eyes, he reached for her medication and looked to Julia and nodded. When she moved next to Ciara, he handed her the inhaler. Next, he grabbed the nipple clamps and gently eased them onto each of her breasts, twisting them down slowly. He wanted the sensation in her breasts to be a distracter to what was about to take place.

He moved between her legs, kneeling with her feet planted next to his thighs. Just then Better in the Dark by Say Lou Lou began and it couldn’t have been a more appropriate time or song for the occasion. He began to massage her body while alternately fingering her and adjusting the clamps down. He could sense Ciara’s relaxation and trust, and the sexual magnetism that she was putting off made him feel confident. Her reactions to his touch made it clear that he was doing all the right things to her body.

As casually as he could manage, he ghosted his hand up the center of her belly, between her breasts and paused at the base of her neck. He eyed her suprasternal notch longingly and stroked it with his index finger. It was such an erotic part of a woman’s body. He licked his lips and smiled. If he was still a whiskey man it would be the perfect spot to do body shots from. Then again, it made no difference what the liquid was so long as he could lap it up from that deliciously small, dipped space on her neck. Perhaps another day he would indulge that fantasy.

Redirecting his focus, he thrust his fingers back into her to take her attention off his impending action. Centimeter-by-centimeter, he moved his hand to its soft target and stopped when he felt the beat of her heart against his fingertips. Ciara was so caught up in her near-orgasmic moaning, she didn’t even realize where his hand had come to rest until he ever so gently squeezed.

Suddenly her body jerked, her hands came up to his, and her breathing hitched as realization of what her test was hit her.

He moved on top of her and leaned into her ear. “It’s me, Angel. It’s Sawyer.” He tightened his fingers a hairbreadth more and she began to claw at his hand and thrash her head.

“No Master… please…not this!” she cried out.

The panicked look on her face caused his heart to thump madly in his chest.  Her fear was tangible and harrowing to watch. He ached for her and just wanted to make it all stop. He eased his grip back down, but left his hand stationary.

Looking up at Julia, she appeared to be just as distressed as Ciara. Despite being horrified at seeing her lover and friend suffering, she placed a delicate kiss on Ciara’s cheek and spoke soothingly into her ear.

“I’m here, too, my precious girl. It’s me, Mistress J.”

Ciara’s movements slowed only minimally, but her clawing ceased when Julia licked a tear that had rolled down her cheek.

Sawyer spoke softly into Ciara’s ear. “Do you remember what I told you earlier, Angel?” Her breathing was still loud and harsh, but she nodded woodenly. “What did I tell you?”

She swallowed loudly and moistened her lips. “That you would never hurt me,” she began to weep.

“That’s right. And I never will. I’m not hurting you now, am I?” She sucked back her tears and shook her head. “No, I’m not…” he continued, his tone serenely patient. “You know that Kerian and Julia would never allow any harm to come to you, don’t you?”

Both her tears and rapid breathing began to slowly subside. “No. They wouldn’t,” she acknowledged.

Sawyer glanced up at Julia who had tears running down her cheeks, all the while stroking Ciara’s hair.

“Mistress J…” Ciara choked out.

“I’m here Precious. I’m right here next to you.”

“Where’s Master K? I want him…” she began to cry again.

Julia gave him a withering pointed stare and shook her head as if pleading for him to stop. And he almost did. Her tears were too much. But her anxiety was unwarranted and he wanted to free her from it. He began to loosen his grip to ease her pain, but he knew that he couldn’t back out now, not when she was so close to being unchained from her fears.

“Master K is waiting for us just outside my precious girl,” Julia murmured against her cheek.

“Let it go, Ciara,” he said softly, tightening his grip again.

Her breathing halted briefly and was quickly replaced by rapid panting again, and Sawyer began to worry that the medication might be needed after all. God, he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. He wracked his brain for the words to pacify her aching.

“I have your medication right here, Angel, but you don’t need it. Slow your breathing down and match it to mine and Mistress J’s. Can you hear how slow we’re breathing? Can you feel my breath on your ear?” he reassured her, his fingers clenching tighter yet. When his words still didn’t take hold of her, he began to feel a sinking anguish. But he couldn’t give up yet. No… not just yet. He would give it one more go, only one more, and if she still remained panicked, he would just have to release her.

“The only way we can move forward is if you trust me. You once told me that the excitement was all in the limits and pushing them. Do you remember that?” Ciara continued to cry, but nodded. “Another wise person told me that life gets boring when you stay within limits that you already know and to never be afraid to try that which you fear. Do you know who that was? Master K. He’s here with you in spirit. Everyone who cares about you wants you to be free from this fear. Let it go, Angel… let go…”