“Please, Sir, please…” she continued to beg, looking to Sawyer for help.

“Young is right, Isabel. I’m sorry.”

Isa sharply looked away from them both as if she had been betrayed by the two Doms. “I don’t want it. It will only serve as a reminder of everything he did to my mother and the both of you.”

It was just like Isabel to not even think about what that son-of-a-bitch had done to her. For fuck’s sake – he had beaten her to the point of being unable to have children and nearly killed her husband. They both deserved the money.

Dylan shook his head and blinked long and hard. “This discussion is over, Isabel Young. That money is yours. If you want to give it away or burn it when everything is said and done, that’s fine, but for now, things are moving forward as planned.”

Sarah moved to the far end of the small room, uncomfortable with what was playing out in front of her. Sawyer reached for her hand and pulled her close, feeling the sudden need to protect her as well, though he wasn’t sure what he was defending her from. She hid her face in his chest, but reached a hand out to Isabel and squeezed her shoulder in a gesture of submissive solidarity and acknowledgement of Isabel’s frustration and pain.

Isabel attempted to scoot away from Dylan but his strong grip pulled her back by her waist.

“I didn’t make this decision to hurt you, Baby Girl. I love you…” He paused, before burying his face in her hair. “Oh, hell,” he wavered. “We don’t need the stress; not with the possibility of a baby coming.” Isabel shot Dylan a look of surprise for telling their secret. “I told Sawyer today,” he confessed with an apologetic look and Isa’s alarmed eyes softened.

“It’s wonderful news, Cookie. You two deserve to have a family,” Sawyer smiled down at Isa, knowing that she found the nickname he had given her sweet.

Isa immediately returned his smile. She had been through so much and come through it stronger, she was the toughest cookie he knew, all 5’1” of her. Hell, she even stood toe-to-toe fearlessly against Dylan in an epic show down of wills at one point. Even in the face of Dylan’s fierce dominance and threat of punishment, she didn’t give an inch. She was a Domme through-and-through when the situation called for it, as well as a submissive, and it was a beautifully sexy and frightening thing to witness.

Isabel nuzzled into Dylan’s neck when she heard his voice soften. “I’m sorry for doubting your decision, Master. I know you love me and only want the best for me,” she purred.

Dylan’s hand snaked up to her neck and he planted a passionate kiss on her mouth, their tongues mingling endlessly. Sarah and Sawyer both watched with affection as the couple displayed their love for one another unabashedly. Sarah’s hand came up and rested on his chest directly over his heart, making his pulse thud rapidly against his chest wall. He wasn’t sure Sarah even realized what she had done as her eyes stayed focused on Dylan and Isabel.  He reached his hand around her back and gently tugged her long hair, forcing her to direct her attention onto him. With the smacking sounds and panting of Dylan and Isabel’s rapidly intensifying make out session, Sawyer planted a firm kiss on Sarah’s forehead.

Her eyes closed and her mouth parted, a soft breath barely heard. When Sawyer pulled away, her eyes fluttered open, the neediness and confusion hard to miss in her penetrating eyes. He studied her thoughtfully for a moment, sensing she wanted more but was afraid to ask, and perhaps even feeling guilty for thinking about it. He decided to remedy her indecision by taking the initiative of offering her more.

“Would you like another?” he lifted an eyebrow at her.

She nodded slowly, still unable to voice her desires.  Yanking her locks harder and wrapping his fingers deep into her mane at the nape of her neck, he ghosted his mouth over her cheek, trailing small delicate kisses along her jawline. He wanted to invade her mouth and to feel her tongue gliding over his teeth, but he could feel her hesitation when her body stiffened. Stopping just shy of her lips, he left a single wet kiss on the corner of her mouth.  Everything around them faded out and only Sarah’s blue irises shone in the romantically lit room.  She blinked rapidly and focused on Sawyer’s mouth, her nails digging into his chest as if insisting on more.

Unexpectedly and softly, Isabel moaned out. Sawyer’s eyes darted towards Dylan and Isa. They were oblivious to him and Sarah, and were sprawled out on the small love-seat. Isabel’s skirt was hiked up over her shapely hips, her hands pinned high above her head, and Dylan’s face was buried in her exposed pussy. Guiding Sarah out of the room, they left them to their privacy.

Sarah reached into her pocket pulling out a neatly folded piece of paper. “Before I forget, here are the answers to your questions, but before I give it to you, I’d like to add a little more.”

“Thank you, I’ll read your responses tonight…” Sawyer trailed off, curious what she was going to share with him.

Sarah promptly seated herself at a small table and feverishly wrote more on the paper. Remembering that she had mentioned a demonstration was going to be held on sensual sadism, he scanned the room for the couple who were going to give the demo. The subject was intriguing and sounded like something he might like to investigate and research further. After several minutes, Sarah refolded the piece of paper and handed it back to him, a light of desire illuminating her cobalt eyes. He gripped her hand and walked toward the back of the club.

“I was hoping to watch the scene with Elizabeth and John.”

The corners of Sarah’s mouth rose ever so slightly. “Sensual sadism interests you? It’s very fascinating to watch. I’ve always wanted to try it. What I mean to say is: I have to a certain degree, but my Sir and I never really had the chance to delve into it fully before he…” she broke off midsentence. “He was mainly into bondage and a few other things.” Her mouth snapped closed and she swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I mean you no disrespect by dwelling on my former Master. This is about you.”

Sawyer shook his head in disagreement and framed her face in his large palms and focused on her stunning eyes. “It’s good for you to talk about your experiences with your husband. And this isn’t about just me; it’s about us and what we can learn about one another.”

She sighed and said nothing more as they walked in silence to the farthest and smallest back room. The setting was extremely intimate even though it was crowded with people wanting to watch Liz and John in action.

Sawyer and Sarah stood at the back, peering over heads to get a glimpse of the average looking couple.  He was glad to see people of various shapes and sizes, many with less than perfect bodies exposing their flaws for all to see. It made the experience that much more real to him. The people he was surrounded by were everyday individuals with normal jobs, mortgages to pay, and kids in school. He could be next to a schoolteacher or a local dentist for all he knew, people who were living the life of an ordinary person by day and a kinky lifestylist by night. It was comforting knowing that everyone around him was seeking their own nirvana on some level. He glanced around the room, wondering if he was in the presence of any other killers like himself or people trying to put their haunted pasts behind them and move forward like he was.

The couple introduced themselves and John gave a brief description of what was going to take place while Liz lit a scented candle and loaded a CD on a nearby portable stereo. The aroma of jasmine soon filled the small space and the relaxing sounds of Enya filtered over the speakers.

John guided Liz by the shoulders to a long padded bench and undressed her slowly, skimming his fingers casually over her skin. He planted small kisses along her spine followed by raking his nails down her back. Liz’s body shivered and the sounds of her rapid breathing overtook the room. Tugging down Liz’s red thong gently, he tossed it aside when she stepped out of it. With her bare ass exposed for everyone to see, he harshly smacked it, making her yelp out. There were soft giggles heard throughout the audience as everyone enjoyed John taking her by surprise. She laughed, too, and hid her face in her hands, embarrassed by her outburst.

John then moved directly behind Liz and pulled two long, wide strips of burgundy-colored leather from his back pocket. The first he bound tightly over her eyes, the second he looped around her wrists in front of her. Next, he helped her to lie on the bench where he lifted her hands above her head and fastened the wrist binding to a hook above her.  He taunted and teased Liz, pacing his movements and touching her purposefully but without rhythm. Tormented by his soft strokes, she began to pull her knees up to her chest, so John reached over to a small table and brought over two more bindings of soft rope. He then bound each of her ankles to the legs of the bench, rendering her unable to resist his touches.

Sawyer was captivated by what he was seeing. Despite the term ‘sadism’ being used, there was going to be no pain involved at all in the scene before him. Moving stealthily, someone from the back of the room pushed their way through the crowd and brought John an ice cooler of goodies, piquing Sawyer’s interest even further.

John quietly lifted the lid on the cooler and pulled out a frosted pink glass dildo and a thick, square of chocolate. Sawyer grinned when he saw the objects, his mind racing with his own ideas of what to do with them.

Looking at the crowd, John cunningly smirked and raised a finger to his lips, signaling the crowd to not let on to the frozen surprise in store for Liz. A fine mist rose from the faux cock revealing how frigid the item was. The man who was acting as an assistant lit a tall, deep yellow wax candle and waited for further instruction, and Sawyer suspected it wasn’t for lighting purposes at all.