Through the Dom's Lens Page 3

  Junsako shook his head at his fanciful notions, but there was no denying the connection between them. She didn't know him, yet the trust in her expressive eyes blew him away. Then again, Maddy had said she'd found the collection of articles on his work that Sally had collected, so maybe that explained her willingness to trust him. That and her sister's approval, of course.

  He made a mental note to send Maddy a huge bunch of flowers and to speak to her agent about an exclusive shoot with her. The man had pestered him about that often enough, as a major designer was starting a fetish line, and had decided that she wanted Junsako to shoot the pictures.

  Sally moaned softly as he kissed her shoulder and tugged at the blanket, and he pushed all thoughts of business to the back of his mind. Right now, he wanted to enjoy his new pet. He wanted to hear her scream his name until any thought of leaving him would flee.

  "Let go, my lovely, and lie down on the blanket for me instead."

  She swallowed hard, but she did let go and lie back.

  "Wh-what are you going to do?"

  He took her hands and kissed each one and then lifted them high above her head until they touched the headboard. Junsako brought out the hidden wrist restraints and wrapped her fingers around them.

  "I'm going to restrain you with these, pet. They are quick release, so no need to panic."

  A shudder went through her frame, and she exhaled in a whoosh when he wrapped the first Velcro cuff around her wrist, and the other.

  "Color?" he asked.

  "Green, Sir." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and again he marveled at how instantaneous her response was to being restrained.

  "That's my girl. Spread your legs for me, so I can cuff your ankles, too. I want you still for this."

  "Yes, Sir."

  She complied immediately, and he repeated the process with her ankles. By the time he was done her body was covered in the fine sheen of arousal, and the most adorable blush heated her cheeks.

  He stepped back to admire his handiwork, and pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid move at the same time.

  Sally gasped, and the open admiration with which she ran her gaze over his chest appeased his inner cave man. Junsako wasn't a vain man, but seeing her eyes darken in lust and the way her gaze snared on his groin and she licked her lips—yeah, that was a hell of a turn on.

  He checked one last time to make sure her restraints weren't too tight, and then crawled up the bed, dropping kisses along her soft skin. The pink flesh of her pussy called him, and he indulged himself by licking her slit once. With her legs spread wide open he had the perfect view of her cunt. Puffy and oh so wet, her labial lips opened to him, and he groaned as her unique taste invaded his mouth. Her little nubbin swelled, and her thighs tensed when he blew against it and then looked up at her.

  Their gazes locked, and she yanked on her restraints when he kissed the quivering folds of her tummy and then withdrew. Sally had soft curves in all the right places, and it took all of his willpower to not yank down his jeans and drive his throbbing cock into her soft flesh and seek his release.

  However, his pleasure could wait. He wanted to worship every one of his Sally's generous curves, until he knew she believed him when he said she was beautiful.

  "Ready to be devoured, pet?" he asked, and Sally's eyes grew huge again. She tensed when he approached with the food dishes, and he bent to kiss her. It was supposed to be a mere brush of his lips against hers, meant to reassure, but once there he just had to take possession of her mouth. Sally kissed him back, and he fucked her mouth with his tongue until he had to pull away or lose what little control he had left. Damn it, if she didn't call to him like a siren of old, though. There was so much leashed passion in her that she literally stole his breath.

  She jumped as far as her restraints would let her, which wasn't far at all, when he laid a path of food along the valley of her breasts.

  "Relax, pet. This is just warm now. It won't hurt you. Shut your eyes for me and just feel."

  Her eyes fluttered shut, and with every new scoop he put on her skin she relaxed further.

  He covered her nipples, drew a pattern across her belly, and then built a little mountain on her shaven mound. Bits of rice fell into her wet slit and stuck to her sensitive flesh, and her pussy contracted in front of his eyes.

  "You're so beautiful, my love."

  ****

  His reverent tones soothed the last flutters of nervousness away and bathed her in the glow of his approval before the first swipe of his tongue made her forget anything else.

  With infinite care and agonizing slowness he licked his dinner off her body. Starting with the trail he left between her breasts he showed his appreciation of the food and her body with his husky words delivered in Japanese. Somehow, not knowing what he was saying made the whole thing hotter. Sally had to see what he was doing, so she forced her eyes open, and watched his dark head as he paid homage to her curves, her need for him climbing with every lick and nip of his teeth. When he ran his tongue down the underside of her breast and then closed his mouth over the food hiding her stiff nipple, she lost the fight with herself and shut her eyes again.

  "That's my girl. Relax for me." His hot breath felt cool on her moist skin, and she shivered and let her head fall back. She arched her back automatically when he ran his tongue around her areola again and again, until he finally sucked the tip of her throbbing nipple into his mouth and suckled hard. The leftover rice in his mouth created delicious friction, and the slight pain shot darts of white hot arousal to her clit, as though it was attached to her nipples by invisible string. More of her wetness seeped out of her desperately clenching pussy as her body drew taut.

  She thrashed her head from side to side, and she could feel his smile in the kisses against her sweat slicked skin as he swapped to the other breast. He repeated his sweet torture on the other side, whilst rolling the other nipple between his fingers.

  The dual sensation was almost too much, and Sally yanked on her restraints, desperate to touch him. She didn't recognize the needy sounds coming from her, as she pleaded with him to go faster, to please, please make her come.

  The sharp sting to her thigh hurt, as he what? Bit her? Her head flew up, and her eyes opened when he delivered several openhanded swats to her outer thighs, hard enough to bring tears to her eyes.

  "You will not rush me, girl." The edge of steel to his voice did strange things to her insides, and the disapproval in his voice cut her to the quick. She blinked the tears away, and his harsh expression softened at her whispered, “Sorry, Sir."

  "Better, pet, better. You're new to this, so I shall let that pass. And I'm hungry still, so lie still and let me eat you."

  The sinful images those last words painted in her mind stoked her arousal to fever pitch again, and she could do nothing but take what he gave. He followed the trail of rice down her tummy, paused to dip his tongue into her belly button repeatedly, and then finally nibbled the little mountain of her mound. Her pussy spasmed and her clit contracted as more rice trickled into her slit, and his hot breath so close to where she needed him, had her teetering on the edge.

  She was so wet that her juices trickled down the cleft of her ass cheeks, and she tried to squirm, but his hand on her belly stopped her.

  "Do. Not. Move."

  The deep almost growl against her mound had everything in her tighten in need, as Junsako ate the last bit of foods off her vulva. He raised his head briefly, and the intensity of his dark eyes took her breath away. It pinned her in place until the whole world narrowed, and all she was aware of was him.

  "You may come as often as you like…"

  And with those ominous words he attacked her pussy like man starved of sustenance. She was so worked up that the first swipe of his tongue against her sensitive bud had all the tightness inside her explode in an orgasm that stole her voice and seemed to go on forever. Every time she came down from her high, Junsako's clever tongue and fingers pushed her right bac
k up the rungs of arousal, until she couldn't think straight and time lost all meaning.

  He lapped at her juices as though they were the sweetest ice cream, and when her clit became too sensitive and she tried to pull away he pushed his hands under her ass cheeks and lifted her up, so that he could lick up and down her cleft and around her anus.

  Sally tensed at the unfamiliar sensation, but his deep rumble against her slit, sent her over the edge again.

  "That's it, fly for me, pet. I want to eat every part of you. This belongs to me now."

  The possessive words should have appalled her, but she found herself slipping into the same blissful state she'd been in with the feel of the ropes on her skin. The sound of his voice alone, coupled with the rough friction of his tongue as he cleaned the last remnants of the meal off her body, was enough. Intense waves of pleasure coursed through her when he pushed first one and then several more digits into her channel and massaged a spot deep inside her vagina that sent her tumbling into an orgasm so intense she screamed.

  By the time the world stopped spinning and she could catch her breath, Junsako had undressed completely, and her mouth went dry at the sight of him fully naked.

  Seeing him topless had been more than enough of a feast for the senses but this … this was something else. Junsako was ripped in all the right places, from his massive shoulders and biceps, covered in tattoos, to his impressive pectorals and washboard abs. Free of any hair, bar a fine trail that led to his cock, his ebony skin gleamed in the scant light left from the setting sun. He grasped his thick shaft at the base and stroked up and down slowly. A drop of pre-cum appeared on the mushroom tip of his dick, and Sally licked her lips.

  A wicked smile appeared on his face, and he knelt next to her head.

  "Open up, pet."

  Sally needed no further encouragement, and Junsako slipped his cock into her mouth slowly. A hiss escaped him as she swirled her tongue around his shaft and hollowed out her cheeks to suck.

  Hot, spicy, salty, and so undeniably him, his unique musk had everything inside her climb again. He tasted so damn good, and his barely concealed grunts as he buried his fists in her hair and started to fuck her mouth gave her the warm glow of pleasure. The knowledge that she pleased him, that it was her who got this hunk of a man so excited, was a heady aphrodisiac indeed.

  She sucked harder when he swore and tried to pull away, but she should have known it was a useless exercise. Junsako simply yanked her hair so hard it brought tears to her eyes and pulled out. Breathing heavily he turned away, and Sally whined her disappointment.

  "Shush, my pet. You're too good at this, and I want to come inside you. I want to feel your sweet cunt tighten and quiver, as you come around my cock, and scream my name."

  The rustle of foil made her moan in anticipation, and then Junsako was back between her thighs. Her back arched off the bed when he thrust home in one brutal push that bordered on painful. Her sensitive tissues screamed at her as they struggled to accommodate his length and girth, and he stilled and kissed her.

  In direct contrast to the forceful invasion of her body this kiss was a gentle, almost reverent exploration of her mouth that made her wish he would never stop kissing her. Elbows either side of her head he held his weight off her and then started to thrust. Slowly at first and then with increasing speed. When he broke the kiss and licked down the column of her neck, he pulled all the way out and then slammed home with enough force to propel her up the bed as far as the restraints would give.

  "Fuck, so good. You're so fucking tight and hot, pet."

  He growled the words into her neck and then kissed his way down toward her breasts, all the while keeping up the long drag and slide inside her channel. Every thrust woke up new nerve endings until Sally panted her need. When he bit down on her nipple it sent her over the edge, and Junsako lost his iron control.

  He swore loud and hard and drove into her like a madman. It hurt, and yet it was oh so good, as he claimed her inside and out.

  "One more time, pet. You can give me one more." His sweat dripped into her cleavage as their skin slid against each other. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the air, until she could barely breathe.

  Sally thrashed her head from side to side in denial.

  "No, please, I can't. No more … I … Oh … yeees!"

  He changed the angle of his thrusts and pinched her clit with one hand, and Sally flew again. A high pitched wail escaped her, and Junsako grunted his release into her shoulder, as he pumped several more times into her, while she lay there shuddering in aftershocks that didn't seem to want to stop.

  He clucked his tongue in apology when he pulled out of her, and Sally winced at the soreness left behind.

  The bed tipped and then there was the sound of running water, and he was back, releasing her out of her cuffs.

  From far way, Sally heard his voice praising her, calling her his good girl, and then there was the feel of a wet washcloth as he cleaned her.

  Every careful swipe of that warm cloth against her overheated skin left tingles of awareness in their place, but Sally was too tired to act on them. Her limbs grew heavy and her breaths slower until the world and all its worries drifted away.

  She knew this couldn't last, despite the sweet endearments Junsako whispered in her ear. They were poles apart. He had given her a wonderful memory, one that she would treasure always, but that's all this was. She would tell him so, just as soon as … as soon as.

  Sleep claimed her before she could finish that sentence.

  Chapter Five

  Sally woke up on her own with the moonlight slanting across the big bed she was sprawled across. Junsako's scent clung to the bedding, and despite the unfamiliar soreness between her thighs, or maybe because of it she smiled in the darkness. When was the last time she had felt so deliciously used, and utterly sated for that matter?

  Never, that was the answer, and a giggle of happiness escaped her. Surely he must care for her a little, even if it was purely sexual? She sure as hell wasn't going to analyze it now, not when she was dying for a pee anyway. A light came through the gap of the slightly ajar door opposite the wall to ceiling windows, and the faint sound of guitar music came through interspersed with the clicking of a keyboard.

  Junsako must be working. An uneasy feeling settled in her gut. Was he even now looking at the pictures he had taken of her? She'd hoped to be far away from him when he did. Maddy was the photogenic one, not her, and regardless of what he'd said he would no doubt be disgusted with what he saw.

  Her bladder once again reminded her of its presence, and she gingerly slid off the bed and padded to the other door leading off Junsako's bedroom.

  The light came on automatically when she opened the door, and she blinked in the harsh brightness of his en-suite bathroom. Barring a tiny skylight there was no natural light in this room, but like the rest of Junsako's place it was understated elegance to the full.

  A walk in shower unit took up one corner, the toilet and wash basin stood on one wall and on the opposite side a claw footed, and enormous bath tub invited you to luxuriate. Sally suppressed the insane urge to run a bath and to soothe her aching muscles. There would be room for two people in there, and her cheeks heated at the mere thought, before the urgent demands of her body forced her to take care of business.

  That done, she washed her hands and splashed water on her face, and then wrapped one of the big, fluffy bath towels she found on the rail around herself.

  There. She felt much better with all of her wobbly bits not on display anymore, and ready to face Junsako—sort of. The coward in her wanted to just crawl back into bed and feign sleep, but, truth be told she was wide awake now, and the knowledge that Junsako was only a few yards away behind the other door drew her like the moth to a flame.

  Taking a deep breath, she ran her fingers through her hair to restore some form of order, grimaced at her wide-eyed reflection, and padded across to the door.

  She froze on the doorstep,
the sight of Junsako deeply engrossed at the computer such a sight for sore eyes that she couldn't move. Wearing nothing but low slung sweat pants, his muscles rippled and bunched when he pushed away from the PC and stretched. Instantly she grew wet, and her breasts ached and tingled. One session with him had turned her into a raving nymphomaniac, it seemed.

  Junsako inhaled sharply, as though he could smell her arousal and need for him, which was a ridiculous notion, of course. It would mean that he was as aware of her as she was of him, and that was just wishful thinking.

  He swung his chair around, and Sally swallowed hard at the way his eyebrows drew together in a frown. Immediately she dropped her gaze to his chest and then his groin. His impressive bulge grew bigger in front of her eyes, and Sally felt rather faint as a rush of feminine power went through her. From the soles of her feet to the tips of her hair, she tingled under his silent scrutiny, the heat of his gaze like a physical caress on her skin.

  The towel felt too much all of a sudden. Her skin chafed under it, as his disapproval radiated off him.

  "Why are you covered up, pet? My house is warm, and you know I want to see you naked."

  The deceptively quiet drawl nonetheless held an edge of pure steel that had more of her moisture coat the top of her thighs.

  "I'm sorry, Sir. I just don't feel very comfortable naked."

  An uncomfortable silence fell between them as he sighed, and he drummed his fingers on one of his thighs. Sally could not tear her eyes away from the irritated movement of those digits.

  "Pet? The towel, drop it. Now!"

  Those annoyed tones finally galvanized her into action, and she released the knot on her towel with fumbling fingers. It fell to the floor behind her with a quiet thud, and she fought the urge to cover herself up with her hands.

  "Better, but why are you still standing?"

  Confused for a moment she simply gaped at him until he pointed his index finger to the floor, and the penny dropped in her mind. She dropped to her knees and then glanced up to him to see the fleeting smile that crossed his features. It was enough to make her smile inside though.