The Naughty Stuff (10 page)

From Becoming Sir

“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 come 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.

He stood, kicked off his slacks and grabbed a nearby condom that Kerian had been kind enough to lay out for him. He spit into the palm of his hand, lubing his dick for another go at her ass. He guided the head of his dick to her anus and pushed gently until he felt her body relax. Slowly, he began pumping into her tight hole. Over and over, he slid his cock all the way out only to thrust into her again.

Doing his best to stay focused was difficult with the delicious sounds from above. Shaking his head, he glanced upward again. He couldn’t take anymore. He had to have her mouth, too. Kerian read his thoughts, disengaged from Ciara and stepped aside for him to take over. Like a well-choreographed dance, they traded positions again, only this time Kerian began to fuck Ciara while Sawyer plundered her mouth.

After snapping the rubber off, he guided his shaft past her drool-soaked lips, he held her shoulders down, pinning her to the tabletop. He pushed past her tonsils slowly, feeling the tightening of her throat around him. Other than her ass, it was the most fantastic thing he had ever felt. She didn’t flinch once and opened her throat to him un
waveringly. He propelled deeper into her throat with each thrust, pulling out on occasion to allow her to breathe and look into her eyes. Every time he did, they shared an intense physical awareness of each other, the web of attraction building with every wet, intimate, debauched moment they shared. The sweetly intoxicating musk of their bodies, sweat and sex began to overwhelm Sawyer. His heart beat wildly in his chest and his cock began to pulse in time with the music as his finish neared.  His eyes darted to Kerian who was thrusting at a frenzied pace and thumbing her clit causing Ciara to squirm uncontrollably. With everything that she was being submitted to, he was amazed that still, her hands remained palms down.

“Are you ready to
come for your Masters?” Sawyer grunted.

Unable to respond verbally,
Ciara lifted her hand and slapped the table.

He pulled out long enough to hear her cries of passion and gave his order. “
Come, and say my name, Angel – loud and clear. Say it like I’m the only one in this room.”

“Sawyer!” she cried loudly without an ounce of hesitation.

He promptly pushed back into her, feeling his shaft hit the back of her tonsils. Two long, slow pumps later, Sawyer’s seed pulsed out and down her throat. He stumbled backward and only a few short moments later heard the loud grunt of Kerian. Wanting nothing more than to throw himself onto a bed and crawl into the fetal position and sleep for hours, he found the strength to gather Ciara into his arms and carry her to the bed with him.

“I’ll clean up…” she whispered weakly with
come dripping down around her mouth.

“No, you’ve done enough this evening, my dark Angel.
Rest.”

***

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.”