moaned out. Sawyer’s eyes darted towards Dylan and Isa. They were oblivious to him and Sarah, and were sprawled out on the small love-seat. Isabel’s skirt was hiked up over her shapely hips, her hands pinned high above her head, and Dylan’s face was buried in her exposed pussy. Guiding Sarah out of the room, they left them to their privacy.
Sarah reached into her pocket pulling out a neatly folded piece of paper. “Before I forget, here are the answers to your questions, but before I give it to you, I’d like to add a little more.”
“Thank you, I’ll read your responses tonight…” Sawyer trailed off, curious what she was going to share with him.
Sarah promptly seated herself at a small table and feverishly wrote more on the paper. Remembering that she had mentioned a demonstration was going to be held on sensual sadism, he scanned the room for the couple who were going to give the demo. The subject was intriguing and sounded like something he might like to investigate and research further. After several minutes, Sarah refolded the piece of paper and handed it back to him, a light of desire illuminating her cobalt eyes. He gripped her hand and walked toward the back of the club.
“I was hoping to watch the scene with Elizabeth and John.”
The corners of Sarah’s mouth rose ever so slightly. “Sensual sadism interests you? It’s very fascinating to watch. I’ve always wanted to try it. What I mean to say is: I have to a certain degree, but my Sir and I never really had the chance to delve into it fully before he…” she broke off midsentence. “He was mainly into bondage and a few other things.” Her mouth snapped closed and she swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I mean you no disrespect by dwelling on my former Master. This is about you.”
Sawyer shook his head in disagreement and framed her face in his large palms and focused on her stunning eyes. “It’s good for you to talk about your experiences with your husband. And this isn’t about just me; it’s about us and what we can learn about one another.”
She sighed and said nothing more as they walked in silence to the farthest and smallest back room. The setting was extremely intimate even though it was crowded with people wanting to watch Liz and John in action.
Sawyer and Sarah stood at the back, peering over heads to get a glimpse of the average looking couple. He was glad to see people of various shapes and sizes, many with less than perfect bodies exposing their flaws for all to see. It made the experience that much more real to him. The people he was surrounded by were everyday individuals with normal jobs, mortgages to pay, and kids in school. He could be next to a schoolteacher or a local dentist for all he knew, people who were living the life of an ordinary person by day and a kinky lifestylist by night. It was comforting knowing that everyone around him was seeking their own nirvana on some level. He glanced around the room, wondering if he was in the presence of any other killers like himself or people trying to put their haunted pasts behind them and move forward like he was.
The co uple introduced themselves and John gave a brief description of what was going to take place while Liz lit a scented candle and loaded a CD on a nearby portable stereo. The aroma of jasmine soon filled the small space and the relaxing sounds of Enya filtered over the speakers.
John guided Liz by the shoulders to a long padded bench and undressed her slowly, skimming his fingers casually over her skin. He planted small kisses along her spine followed by raking his nails down her back. Liz’s body shivered and the sounds of her rapid breathing overtook the room. Tugging down Liz’s red thong gently, he tossed it aside when she stepped out of it. With her bare ass exposed for everyone to see, he harshly smacked it, making her yelp out. There were soft giggles heard throughout the audience as everyone enjoyed John taking her by surprise. She