Becoming Sir Read Free

bedroom.  But life had a cruel way of dealing shitty cards to Sawyer. Just when he had gotten comfortable with Sonya and told her of his wants, she had backed away, leaving him to journey down this path on his own.
    Sawyer squared his shoulders. Sarah. He liked the way the name formed on his lips unconsciously.
    “I’m fine ,” he croaked out in a hoarse whisper.
    Making their way to private quarters , he was confronted with lush surroundings and a room nothing at all like he had imaged. The leather furniture was worn but plush and comfortable looking; the walls a dark shade of chocolate brown with gold accents, and a hand woven rug placed in front of the couch added a touch of exoticness. The smell was mouth watering and strangely reminded him of his travels to Burma – spicy with floral undertones.
    Dylan seated himself in a large oversized chair next to the couch while Sawyer sat at the end of the long davenport. Sarah stood waiting, her eyes resting on Sawyer’s mouth. Patting the space next to him, she dutifully seated herself. It was charming that Sarah had waited for his invitation, and his mouth curved into a stupid grin.
    “You have a breathtaking smile,” Sarah commented.
    Suddenly feeling uncom fortable and constricted, he coughed nervously while shifting in his seat and loosening his tie. He wasn’t fond of compliments, they made him uneasy.
    “My apologies for speaking out of line, Sir,” Sarah quickly apologized.
    Sawyer’s eyes zoomed in on her expression. Her cheeks were a vivid shade of pink and he had obviously, though inadvertently, embarrassed her.
    “You don’t ever need to apologize for speaking yo ur mind,” he replied with a tinge of astonishment in his voice.
    Sarah’s look of shame quickly turned to uncertainty, and her eyes darted from Dylan to Sawyer and back.
    “I think you’ll find Mr. Morrison isn’t going to be like most Dom’s you’ve encountered, Sarah,” Dylan stated with a light chuckle. “For one, he’s new at this and fairly easy going given the right circumstances. Secondly, he’s not full of himself and despite his gruff and unapproachable countenance; I think you’ll find he’s quite gentle.”
    Sawyer bristled and winced. Who the hell was Dylan calling gentle and easy going? For fuck’s sake, he had the blood of countless men on his hands. No, he wasn’t conceited, but that’s because he had come to accept who he was – murderer and all. He sat forward and almost voiced his sentiments but stopped himself for fear of scaring the pants off of Sarah. Then again, he did like the image of a pantless Sarah. He smiled to himself, sat back and fidgeted with the lapels of his suit jacket, his eyes shimmering with the vision of the thick beauty in her best lingerie and kneeling at his feet.
    “He also has a wicked sense of humor, if he ever decides to grace you with it,” Dylan continued.
    Sawyer shot Dylan a harsh look. He was at it again. Couldn’t he keep a thought in his head without Dylan honing in on it? “Oh, Christ, can we get started with this?” Sawyer grumbled.
    “Okay. Ask aw ay,” Dylan laughed, clearly amused at making him uncomfortable, his cerulean blue eyes bright with amusement.
    Directing his comment to Sarah, Sawyer asked, “How long have you been into this lifestyle?”
    She answered without hesitation. “I’m 33, so just about ten years.”
    Ten years was a long time; almost as long as Dylan.  Nodding his head, he asked his next question . “What interested you in this kind of life?”
    Lacing her fingers together in her lap, Sarah kept her eyes on her hands. “My partner at the time. We learned about BDSM together and eventually married.”
    Shocked that Sarah would help train a Dom while being married, he kept moving right along, but found it strange that a man would be willing to share his life partner in such an intimate way.
    “So your husband is okay with you teaching other men about this sort of thing?”
    Sarah shook her