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  Copyright© 2014 Doris O’Connor

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-749-9

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Karyn White

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  Love the body you're in. It's the only one you have.

  To all of you who struggle with that, myself included, and the men who love us.

  THROUGH THE DOM’S LENS

  Doris O’Connor

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  Sally handed Maddy another tissue and winced in sympathy. Allergies were a pain in the ass, but she didn't think she had ever seen such an extreme reaction before. Maddy's beautiful almond-shaped eyes were swollen so badly she could hardly see out of them. Red blotches marked her usually flawless skin, and Sally had lost count of how many times her much prettier sister had run to the bathroom since Sally had arrived with Maddy's emergency antihistamine subscription.

  It was pretty obvious, however, that Maddy would have to miss this photo shoot, which was a shame, because Maddy had talked of little else for weeks.

  Junsako Frederikson, or Master J, as he was known, was the bondage photographer, it seemed. Well, Sally knew that. She'd been secretively following his work for the last year now, ever since she'd discovered the world of BDSM Erotica, and had taken it upon herself to do some research into the subject.

  Not even to her sister would she admit that, though, or how the hot poker of jealousy had stabbed at her insides when Maddy had landed this job. To be tied up and photographed by the expert in Shibari work—her panties flooded at the mere thought—it would be all her secret fantasies wrapped up in a neat little bow.

  Sally smiled at the thought, until Maddy's wheezy statement registered.

  "Excuse me?" she asked.

  "I said," Maddy coughed again, and Sally passed her the glass of water her sister could only sip through a straw. Maddy rolled her eyes and tried again. "You will just have to go instead of me. It's too short notice to get anyone else, and you just don't stand up Master J."

  "Aren't you forgetting one important thing, here?" Sally slapped her sister on the back as Maddy choked on the last mouthful of water, and Sally squeezed her thighs together. This was ridiculous. The mere thought of meeting Master J and her clit throbbed like crazy and arousal hummed through her veins. Thank goodness Maddy was too doped up on her allergy meds to notice.

  "What I would I be forgetting in this?" Maddy asked. "People always comment on how alike we are, so he'll never suspect you aren't me. Please, Sally, I wouldn't ask, but I need this job. If I turn him down, I may never work in this field again."

  "Dramatic much, Maddy?" Sally rolled her eyes. "Folks have been able to tell us apart perfectly well since high school. For starters I weigh at least twenty pounds more than you do nowadays, and—"

  Maddy cut Sally's impassioned little speech off with a wave of her hand.

  "Poppycock. Nothing a trip to my stylist won't cure, and besides I was supposed to gain weight for this job. He's looking for a model with much more curves than I normally have. That's how I got into this mess in the first place. I've been eating non-stop to gain some weight, and clearly that didn't agree with me." Her wheezing got heavier, and for the umpteenth time Sally wondered whether she shouldn't take her sister to the hospital.

  "Yes, well, about that, are you sure those meds are enough? You don't need a shot or something?"

  Maddy shook her head.

  "No, I'll be fine now that you've got me my meds. If you really want to help me, then do this for me. He might not even pick you. This is an audition, and he is so fussy with his models, you would not believe, but I need to make an appearance."

  ****

  The unobtrusive plaque on the wall simply read Frederikson Photography. Set in a side street off London's West End no-one would have guessed this simple solid oak front door would lead to Master J's home. Maddy had explained that he lived at the studio when in London, and the butterflies that seemed to have taken up permanent residence in Sally's tummy since her incorrigible sister had talked her into this insanity took off like a flock of birds.

  Sally pressed the intercom button and waited.

  "Can I help you?" The melodic voice sounded oriental, and Sally hastily cleared her throat.

  "Maddison Wood here. I have an appointment at 11:00 AM." The lie stuck in her throat, but it had the desired effect. The heavy door buzzed open, and Sally faced a narrow staircase. Decorated in neutral colors, the hallway held prints of Master J's work, and Sally wiped her clammy hands on the sides of her clingy silk dress. The aquamarine fabric clung to every one of her generous curves, and Sally had had to admit that she looked good in it. Maddy's stylist, an overly camp individual called Bernard, had rolled his eyes and waved his perfectly manicured hands.

  "Of course you do. You look just like Maddy would if she ate like a horse."

  Sally hadn't known whether to laugh or be offended at that statement, so she'd simply kept her mouth shut and had endured being a human dress up doll. The end result, however, had given her the courage to go through with this insane plan. Her long auburn, and usually so unruly tresses had been tamed into an elegant up-do, and with the much heavier, smoky eye make-up and glossy lips, she did look more like Maddy than she ever had done.

  The door at the top of the stairs was left open, and Sally followed the arrow to reception. The narrow corridor opened into a plush looking waiting room, in which several stick thin models waited. Sally suppressed a sigh, and waved good bye to her newfound confidence. As per usual she was the fatty in the room, and the way several of the models looked her over and immediately dismissed her rankled.

  "Please read and sign this release form, Ms. Wood."

  Sally forced a smile on her face and approached the tiny oriental girl who sat behind the wide desk. At least she read nothing but genuine friendliness in her expression, even if the thick leather collar she wore around her neck gave Sally shivers of anticipation. It proclaimed ownership, and she couldn't help but wonder whether she was Master J's slave. The thought made her a little sad, and Sally mentally shook herself.

  No doubt she wouldn't even get to see the elusive Master J. So much for him looking for a curvy model for this photo shoot.

  "My name is Aikiri, and if you need anything, all you have to do is ask." Aikiri smiled at her, and Sally couldn't help but smile back. "Likewise any questions, I'll only to be happy to answer them."

  "Thank you," Sally said. She took the offered pen and clipboard and slid onto the first available seat.

  "Master J is running behind this afternoon, but he will see you soon."

  Again that open smile that made Sally feel as though everything was going to be all right after all. She ignored the murmurs of dissent from the assembled crowd of stick insects and concentrated on the release form instead. As well as the standard permission to use her image, it held a long list of personal questions that made Sally's head swim.

  The medical questionnaire was easy but how exactly was she to answer hard and soft limits, or her particular fetish? Surely this wasn't normal for a simple photo shoot? But then what did Sally know, really? She had been too chicken to check out the local munches
or to speak to anyone in the lifestyle in person, and there was only so much you could learn on-line.

  She was so engrossed in answering the questions that she hadn't noticed the room clearing out until she heard raised voices—well, one screeching female voice.

  "You can't get away with this. Wait until my agent hears about this."

  There was the low rumble of a deeply masculine voice that raised the fine hair on her body with the steely command she sensed, even muffled as it was, the slam of the door, and then the click-clack of stilettos behind her.

  Sally jumped at the screech into her ears, before this particular stick insect traipsed down the steep stairs.

  "I knew this was a waste of time." The man's voice dripped over her senses like molten chocolate, and Sally lost her grip on the clip board. It fell to the floor with a clang, and she winced at the unnaturally loud sound it made in the quiet room. Before she could pick it up, Aikiri was there and did it for her.

  "Perhaps not, Master J." She smiled at Sally, and she could see Aikiri in her peripheral vision as she handed the clipboard to the tall man leaning against the wall. Sally got a glimpse of faded denim jeans, topped with a silk shirt, and a firm jaw, before she hastily looked forward and interlinked her fingers to hide their shaking.

  This was it. Game over. He would take one look at her chart, and then her, and laugh her out of here, Sally was sure.

  There was the rustle of paper as Master J studied them, and a murmured conversation in what she assumed was Japanese, and then silence.

  Heavy footsteps approached, and then Sally was staring at muscular thighs. They strained the denim of his jeans, and her mouth went dry at the bulge in his trousers.

  She didn't dare look up, all too aware of his silent scrutiny that heated her skin. Her breath hitched, and her nipples firmed against the silk of her dress, and if she grew any wetter than she would leave a wet stain to complete her humiliation.

  Sally couldn’t even begin to explain why she was this turned on, but there was a tangible presence surrounding this man. An air of authority and leashed power that called to something deep inside of her. His scent surrounded her as he stepped right into her personal space.

  "Look at me, girl."

  She had to look a long way up, and when her gaze connected with his, her heart rate went into overdrive.

  His thick brows drew together, and his black eyes seemed to see straight into her soul. It was an entirely too airy fairy notion, but that was the only way to describe it, and when he spoke again, his deep, slightly accented voice, held her captive.

  "You're not Maddy."

  Chapter Two

  Junsako Frederikson wasn't often lost for words, but seeing the pretty blush spread across this rather delicious little subbie robbed him of his ability to string a coherent sentence together. By all rights he ought to be furious at her deception, but she looked so utterly ashamed and downright terrified that she raised every one of his protective instincts instead, and other things besides.

  This pretty little thing was not Maddison Wood, but she had to be related. She had the same almond shaped eyes that had first captivated him when he'd met Maddy at a BDSM club in Montreal several years ago now. Back then she'd just been finding her feet in the model industry, and he'd had fun showing her the ropes, so to speak. A few well-placed phone calls had given the young Maddy a much needed boost, and that had been his responsibilities taken care of.

  He'd been surprised when her agent had put her forward for this photo shoot. She was not the body shape he'd been looking for, but this young woman was, and she had the same vulnerability that had first drawn him to a young Maddy.

  "I'm sorry, I told her this would never work."

  He almost didn't catch the breathy whisper, so low was her voice, and he gave in to instinct and cupped her chin to force her to look at him.

  Junsako steeled himself against the misery in the depth of her warm chestnut gaze, and firmed his voice.

  "You told who?" he asked.

  "Maddy … she's my sister."

  Well, this just got better by the minute, but that certainly explained the resemblance.

  "Why would your sister send you here, pretending to be her?"

  The younger version of Maddy blinked rapidly and tried her best to wriggle away, but he firmed his hold on her chin, and slid his other hand to her throat. Her eyes widened, and she stopped fidgeting when he squeezed just hard enough to get her attention.

  "Better, girl, I suggest you answer me. And tell me the truth, before I start our first session with a punishment."

  He didn't miss the involuntary shudder that went through her, or the sharp intake of breath. Her heartbeat thundered under his fingertips, and he hid his smile. This disastrous day was beginning to look up after all.

  "P … punishment?" Her huge eyes sought his and then dropped to his mouth and stayed there. "I-I'm not here to be punished. I was helping Maddy out, that's all. This is supposed to be just a photo shoot. I'm sorry if I'm such a disappointment. I'll just go, and we can forget all about this." She tried to rise, and he tightened his hold on her neck, keeping her in place.

  "Did I say you were a disappointment?" he asked.

  Again her expressive gaze darted to his, and his cock hardened to the point of pain when she licked her lips. It wasn't a conscious act, more a nervous gesture, that told him how out of her depth she was. The check list she'd dutifully filled out, told him the rest. Here was a natural submissive keen to experience a taste of the lifestyle, and he was just the man to give her that. Junsako hadn't been looking for a new sub, but there was something about Maddy's sister that drew him like the moth to the flame, and now that he had her here, he had no intention of letting her go again.

  "I must be. I've seen the other models that—"

  His dismissive growl in answer cut her short, and she bit into her plump lip. Fascinated he watched her little white teeth leave indents in the soft flesh, and he rubbed his thumb over the moist area.

  "Don’t do that. The only marks I want to see on your beautiful skin are the ones I put there." Her pulse jumped under his fingers, and Junsako let out the breath he hadn't been aware of holding. He was reading her right then. "I had very specific terms for this assignment, and none of those models were the body shape I require for this set of pictures. I want to show off the beauty of a woman's body. I want to enhance the soft flesh bound with my ropes. For that I need a real woman—like you." Her soft gasp was music to his ears. "I want to make you fly. To see your skin flushed with arousal and need, to run my hands all over the abundant curves I can see under your dress. With your permission, of course."

  He released her and took a step away to give her space, mindful of the fact that this had to be her decision. Mindful, also, of the strong attraction shimmering between them, that inexplicable pull of chemistry that he hadn’t felt with anyone in far too long.

  Aikiri and he had had it briefly, but it hadn't been strong enough for him to want to keep her with him. Once trained, she had remained as his assistant only. As though she was following his thought processes, Aikiri fingered her collar and smiled at him over Maddy's sister's head, and he nodded just once.

  For the first time since Aikiri had accepted her new Master's collar, and expressed her wish to leave Junsako's protection, the apathy plaguing him had left. Anticipation fizzed through his veins, and the heavy fog of desire brought his dominant side to the fore. He wanted this woman with every fiber of his being.

  "And you want to do all that with me?" The hopeful tones of her whispered question made him smile.

  "Yes, I do. Will you let me, sister of Maddy?"

  ****

  Sally had to be dreaming. That had to be it. Things like this did not happen to her, ever. Instead of throwing her out like he would have every right to, this drop-dead gorgeous man smiled down on her. The white of his teeth was a startling contrast to the ebony hue of his skin, as was the outstretched hand now closing around her fingers. She
could no more ignore that invitation than she could stop breathing. Blood rushed in her ears, and the lazy circles his thumb made over the back of her hand sent tingles of awareness up her arm.

  "Sally, my name is Sally."

  He pulled her up, and she would have stumbled had he not put an arm round her waist and pulled her close. With her heels she just came up to his shoulder, and she focused her attention on the movement of his Adam's apple as he spoke.

  "Sally, it suits you. Now, be a good girl for me, and follow Aikiri. She'll get you ready for the photo shoot, and answer any questions that you might have."

  His hand lingered on the curve of her hip for just a fraction too long, and it gave her the courage to ask.

  "Photo shoot? But you said…"

  His smile deepened, and he tapped her nose with one long finger.

  "I know what I said, and I meant every word of that, but I also need a model for the shoot, and you, my sweet Sally, are it. That's what you came here for, after all."

  There was a teasing light in the black depths of his commanding gaze, and Sally swallowed hard.

  "Yes, of course, I did."

  He spun her around to face Aikiri, and then dropped a kiss on her neck. It was a mere brush of hot, firm lips against her damp skin, and yet it felt like a brand.

  "I need to phone Maddy, and just clarify some things. I'll be there soon. Aikiri, you know what to do."

  ****

  Sally blinked in the numerous spotlights and held the ends of the fine silken Japanese robe Aikiri had given her to replace her dress, as though her life depended on it. With her face scrubbed clean of any artful make up and her long hair left to tumble in all its unruliness down her back, she felt extremely vulnerable. She curled her toes under and wished with all her might, Maddy had never persuaded her to do this. Junsako had been gone ages, and what was there to talk about? He'd made it sound as though he knew Maddy, but that didn’t make any sense at all. Why would her sister send her into the lion's den?