shocked both Lia and Nick.
“ Motherfuck, fuckity fuck, fucking hell… Jesus H. Christ!!” He yelled and then fell back onto the bed panting wildly like a rabid animal.
Lia rolled off of Dale and burst into loud laughter and Nick grabbed his stomach and hooted with laughter, as well.
From Becoming Sir
Serving Two Masters
“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
“ Motherfuck, fuckity fuck, fucking hell… Jesus H. Christ!!” He yelled and then fell back onto the bed panting wildly like a rabid animal.
Lia rolled off of Dale and burst into loud laughter and Nick grabbed his stomach and hooted with laughter, as well.
From Becoming Sir
Serving Two Masters
“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
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