The Naughty Stuff(11)

Pure, raw and unadulterated desire blazed in his eyes. “What do you mean if you were to give in to me?”

She was too surprised to do anything more than gasp out from the sudden submission that was being forced on her and she froze. She swallowed loudly, her eyes rapidly darting from Sawyer’s mouth to his eyes, and back.

“Master Morrison…” she exhaled almost inaudibly, her voice shaky. “I didn’t mean…”

Pressing his body harder against her, the air left her lungs and cut her statement short. Sawyer’s hand moved from her neck down and underneath her as he explored the hollows of her back “Are you not giving in to me now? Were you not giving in to me when I sunk my teeth into your soft, delicious flesh? Tell me, Ciara.” Sawyer’s roving hand stilled and locked against her spine. “Is this all of you? Because I fucking want all of you. Now tell me, are you my slave to do with what I want or not?” Sawyer spoke calmly but with an intensity that belied his furious passion.

Ciara began to pant uncontrollably and twist in his arms on the bed beneath Sawyer. When she tried to resist him, his heart thundered in his chest and his grip tightened. There was no way he was releasing her without sampling her first.

Sawyer’s attitude became lethal and suddenly his dark eyes grew wild. “Don’t you dare try and resist me, Angel. You’ve given me a taste of Mastery and I want more. Now tell me what I want to hear,” he spoke louder, his voice echoing his longing.

Ciara settled back, her body becoming limp in his arms as her eyes grew large and liquid. Sawyer’s eyes in return caught hers and held her gaze steady. When the muscles of his forearm hardened beneath her, she nearly sobbed out her response.

“Yes, you are my Master, and I am giving in to you. Completely. Fuck me, Master Morrison. Please, take all of me.”

“I will and I’ll start with your ass.” Eager to have the piece of Ciara that she and Kerian had offered up so kindly, it took everything Sawyer had to temper his enthusiasm. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, gliding the hand that rested on the small of her back down to her ass cheek.

A meek, barely noticeable smile curved the corners of her lips upward and she nodded. With her eyes focused on his, it was hard to miss the gleam of excitement shining in her deep-brown irises. Squeezing a cheek, he leaned down and nipped at her lace covered, hardened nipples. He rose and lifted the fabric of her lingerie over her head, exposing her body to him. Sitting up on one elbow, he took in the vision of her splendid, lightly tanned body and curves, and doing as Sarah had suggested – burned the image into his memory for future enjoyment.

As his eyes roamed over her physique, the throb of his heartbeat could be felt in his cock. Just thinking about what was about to happen made his body ache with an intense urge. Grunting sounds from just beyond the paneled partition reminded him that they weren’t alone and everything around him - the setting, the smell of sex and incense, and the sight of Ciara impatiently anticipating his next move, all seemed surreal. He reached over and pinched his arm just to make sure he hadn’t been roofied or was the victim of some vivid hallucination.

“Just making sure…” he waggled his eyebrows at Ciara who let out a short burst of laughter.

Gripping her waist, he gently flipped her over, bringing her pretty, small, round ass front and center. Ciara tucked her hands under her, resting them on the tops of her thighs and raised her bottom up high. Sawyer may have been an anal virgin, but he was no novice when it came to sex and a woman’s needs, and though no words were spoken as she peeked over her shoulder inviting him to take her, the message her body and eyes were sending left no room for doubt – she was his to do with what he wanted.

He reached for the lube and condom that Ciara had laid out on the bedside table for him to prepare for her taking. As much as he wanted to rip his own clothes off and lunge on her like a feral animal, he paced his movements in order to prolong his and Ciara’s anticipation. He started by casually sliding his slacks off and then slowly removing his shirt. When he was down to his briefs, he rubbed his palm over his rigid shaft, delighting in the quickening of her breath and the flare of her pupils. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her and he could feel her longing radiating off of her like a blue-hot flame being stoked by desire. Finally, he removed the last piece of his clothing and when he did, Ciara graced him with the kind of smile he would happily kill for again. Reaching for the condom, he ripped open the foil packet, pinched the tip of the wet skin and slid it over himself.

Next he held the tube of lubricant in his right hand while he straddled Ciara and showered her tattooed shoulder blades and spine with kisses. When just enough time had passed to warm the lube, he squeezed a liberal amount on his middle finger and rubbed it into her ass crack. Soft whimpers came from above and her ass rose in the air further as he teased her puckered entrance and slowly inserted his finger, pushing it in as her muscles constricted and relaxed with each of his movements.