Free Becoming Sir by Ella Dominguez

cynical frown. Standing back, his hands fell to his side. He meant what he said. When he stood motionless glaring at her, she gave in and closed her eyes. Dylan then handed him the tawse next and Sawyer began to slap the stiff leather over the tops of her breasts and thighs, pinking up her skin.
    He like d the way it felt in his hands; firm and unyielding. It would be too easy for him to get overambitious with his efforts and he worried he might be delivering too hard of blows, so before he continued, he asked “Color?”
    “Green. K eep going.”
    Damn if Kate, aka Sam , wasn’t a challenging submissive.
    “Flick your wrist more, Morrison. Even if you’re not a sadist, it’ s good to remember that pleasure can originate from pain. You just need to moderate the amount of pressure delivered based on what you’re trying to achieve. Do you have anything to add, Isa?” Dylan looked over his shoulder.
    “Just that a ftercare is a requirement, not an option, especially after an intense scene.”
    Sawyer paused, contemplating both of their instructions. He had to trust what Dylan was telling him and believe that he wouldn’t steer him in the wrong direction, and neither would Isabel.
    Kate writhed, her skin squeaking against the leather and her breathing becoming louder as he flicked his wrist with his next delivery. Beads of sweat began to build on his temples as he paced around her, flicking the tawse in rhythm with the music that Isabel had picked, Breathe by Breaking Benjamin. It was a good choice and the deep bass began to vibrate underneath his feet, sending shock waves to his ball sack and making the experience more arousing.
    Kate was doing a good job of keeping her eyes closed until Sawyer moved to the table to grab his next tool. He looked over his shoulder to see one of her eyes open, peeking at him. How hard was it to follow a simple order?
    Sawyer gave her an uncompromising look. “Eyes closed. I won’t say it again.”
    Both of her eyes opened defiantly to his remark as she glared at him with burning, reproachful eyes. “Or else what, Mr. Morrison?” she asked with a heavy dose of sarcasm in her voice.
    “Yes, o r else what, Morrison?” Dylan asked with eyebrows raised. “A submissive must learn to follow your commands and any and all threats must be followed through, or else what’s the point?”
    Dylan’s point was valid. What was the fucking point if not to exert his power? Irritated with Kate trying to push his limits and question his authority, Sawyer stood between her splayed legs. Leaning down, he ghosted his mouth over her ear. Slowly, he brushed his fingers up the inside of her thigh until he reached her pussy. He eased his fingers inside of her causing her to moan out. Pumping his fingers more rapidly, Sawyer could sense Kate was quickly building up to an orgasm.
    Pulling his fingers out of her , he replied coolly in an attempt to disguise his impatience, “Or else you don't get the pleasure of sucking my dick.”
    His voice was thick and mello w and Kate’s mouth dropped open, her eyes boldly meeting his. Sawyer wasn’t sure if the jaw-drop was due to shock or to say something, but he promptly shoved his juice soaked fingers into her gaping mouth to shut her up.
    “If you want to cum, you’ll simply suck my fingers and keep your comments to yourself. Is that understood?”
    Her tongue twisted around his fingers and she said nothing more.  Sawyer’s power was greater than he had imagined and the implication of her compliance sent waves of excitement through him. His cock hardened and his head swam with desire. Feeling a little more comfortable in his Dom skin, he decided to venture out and try something a little more risky. Reaching for the flogger, he looked to Dylan.
    “Keep your stance in mind. This time, don’t flick your wrist. Use a figure-eight motion in smooth, flowing movements. Instruct Kate not to move. She already knows this, but hearing your voice and your commands is