Story of Us

Chapter 15-Sawyer

I watch amused as Sawyer takes in everything in the room again. Her eyes are wide, her face flushed, and her breathing is ragged. She walks over to the sex table, and then looks at me confused.

"It's a convertible sex table." I tell her, adjusting it from an A frame, to an L. "The restraints are optional, of course, but it helps with positions. The height an be adjusted so that it is easier to...." I trail off, and mimic thrusting into someone.

"Oh" she says and moves over to the Esse.

"It's called an Esse. It is a sex couch, it's very versatile." I say and I watch as she licks her lips. "It's great for the back, if you wanted to ride on top, or bend over to.....display your assets for me to take you from behind." I say and watch as her eyes dilate in that way that means she is turned on.

"There are no sheets on the bed." She comments

"Leather is easier to clean and keep sanitary. If we choose to stay the night, check out is 2pm, and there are sheets and blankets in the closet over there." I point to her and she nods without looking. She walks over to the balcony and I follow her. When she gets to the window and looks out she sees that there are different plays happening out throughout the grounds. There is a hedge maze that surrounds a fountain, and several gazebos scattered throughout the grounds. There is a projector playing an outdoor movie, no doubt a porno, and couples set up with picnic style areas in all forms of foreplay, from watching to mimicking in progress. Sawyer turns to face me and rests her body against the cool glass.

"How long have you been a member here?" She asks me.

"4 years, since I was 21." I answer her. I am about 2 feet away from here, trying to give her space to wrap her mind around everything she has seen so far tonight.

"You do, all this." She asks gesturing grandly with her hands to insinuate the building.

"I do not participate in group play." I answer her.

"Oh.....and the restraints?" She asks.

"Oh, you can find that restraints really heighten some experiences."I say, and watch her lick her lips.

"Do you like to be restrained?" She asks me.

"No. I do not like to not be in control." I admit and she nods.

"Are you, a Dom?" She asks nervously. And I nod once.

"You told Priscilla I was a switch, on my preference forms?' She asks

"I believe that you are. A switch is someone who can easily transition from Sub to Dom." I explain to her.

"How do you know?" She asks me.

"You submit willingly when you want to, and you respond favorably when being dominated, but you also have no problems trying to take control, basically if you are not being dominated you will dominate. In our situation you submit to me, but in a different relationship you would probably challenge your partner and if they were a weaker dominate, you would reverse the roles. Switches tend to create power struggles, which most dominates can not tolerate. We have not had that issue." I try to explain to her.

There is a low gong noise, and Sawyer looks around the room to see what it was. I walk to the door and open it for a bell boy, who is bringing up the Champagne that was opened for Sawyer, Chocolate covered strawberries, and a fruit and cheese platter I ordered earlier today. Sawyer comes over and I refill her glass.

"What are you thinking?" I ask her, starting to feel self-conscious.

"Part of me wants to go back downstairs and watch what the others are doing to understand more, but it was been a long time since I've felt the fullness of having you inside me, that I think I might actually die sitting in here with all these things meant just for sex and not actually being fucked." She says and I go to pull her in my arms but she puts a hand up to stop me. I cock an eyebrow in warning but she doesn't flinch.