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first man who made me feel cherished.”
     

From Becoming Sir

A First Time for Everything
    “It’s a beautiful room, no?” Ciara asked as she brought over a tall, six panel privacy partition and set it up, blocking their view from the rest of the players.
    Sawyer chuckled with casual amusement and shook his head. “Beautiful is an understatement; it’s more like magnificent and a bit frightening.”
    “The same could be said about you, Master Morrison,” Ciara whispered, undressing and letting her gown pool at her feet.
    Sawyer’s eyes lowered as did his voice when she crawled between his legs on all fours. “How am I frightening?”
    She responded in a voice that was like velvet – soft and thick. “The power that you exude is fear-provoking. I’m not sure if you’re even aware of it, but you give off the most spellbinding dominant vibes I’ve ever been faced with. Perhaps it’s because it’s natural and not forced. Whatever the case may be, it’s alarming to think about what I would allow you to do to my body and mind if I were to give in to you.”
    Ciara looked shocked when Sawyer’s eyes suddenly filled with fierce sparkling. He moved swiftly before she had a chance to process what was happening. Grabbing her around the waist with one hand and behind the neck with the other, he laid her body out beneath him and pinned her down on her back.
    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