Through the Dom's Lens Page 5

  "Stay still, pet. It amuses me to watch you like this. You have the most perfect ass, my love. It will look even more beautiful when it's pink from my hand."

  Sally whimpered, and more of her juices slipped out of her clenching hole.

  "I'm going to spank that ass now, and then I'm going to fuck it. My little pet will like that, I think. Give me a color, pet."

  Chapter Seven

  Sally's heart beat so fast in her ears she was sure she'd have fallen to the floor had she not been lying down already. Junsako's dirty words made her so wet her juices were sliding down her inner thighs, and she found it difficult to concentrate on his words.

  An open handed spank to her left ass cheek stung, and before she could open her mouth another one followed to the right side this time.

  "I asked you a question, pet. What color are you?"

  "Gr-green." She murmured the words into the cover, as he dug his fingernails into her tender skin and grabbed a generous handful. That should have mortified her, but somehow it didn't.

  "I can't hear you, pet."

  His strained voice soothed her concerns. He sounded like a man aroused, and it gave her an enormous thrill that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

  "Green, Sir. I'm so green. Please don't stop. I—"

  The next spank set her ass on fire and sent her further up the bed, until her hips dug into the edge. It was padded, with little hard nobbles, and just the right height to stimulate her clit, as she discovered with the next few well-placed open handed swats from his hands. He hit a different spot on her ass every time, and with the added stimulation from the torture devices attached to the side, she was close to coming in record time.

  Higher and higher she flew until time lost all meaning, and all that mattered was the breathtaking pause before he spanked her again. When he finally stopped heat radiated from her ass all over her body in rolling waves of bliss, and she ground herself against the edge. So close, she was so damn close.

  Junsako grabbed her hips and pulled her away from the bed, and Sally whined her protest.

  He kissed her shoulder, and chuckled into her neck, as his whole body seemed to engulf her. His hard cock nestled in the cleft of her ass, and he delivered little bites along her back, parallel to her spine. Every sharp sting made her moan, interspersed as it was by his murmured words.

  "So beautiful, my pet. This luscious body belongs to me, and you will not come without my permission, will you, pet?"

  Sally groaned when he slipped the tip of his cock into her channel, and then rubbed it back and forth along her wet slit. He bumped into her oversensitive clit on every down stroke, and Sally fisted the cover in her hands and bit down hard to stop herself from screaming.

  Cool liquid trailed down her ass crack, and then there was the unmistakable feeling of a finger probing her nether hole.

  Her heartbeat kicked up another notch, as he slowly pushed that well lubricated digit into her anus.

  "That's my girl, relax. Let me in."

  Sally blew out her breath, and he added another finger and started to thrust, at the same time as a fly seemed to start buzzing in her ear.

  When that fly started to vibrate against her labia, Sally realized what it was, and her body bowed off the bed when Junsako held it against her clit.

  "Come for me, pet."

  Like a cannonball her orgasm shot through her, and Sally screamed, barely aware of the heavy sensation in her ass, as Junsako pushed something past the tight ring of muscle.

  He kept up the unrelenting torture of her clit, and when he aligned himself with her pussy and thrust into her body, Sally came again.

  The vibrator fell away, but with every slide in and out of her channel Junsako's thrusts pushed her back into the edge of the bed, and when the butt plug, too, started vibrating, Sally had no choice but to come a third and fourth time.

  "Please … please … I can't."

  Her incoherent pleas went unanswered as Junsako continued to push her up that hill again. His movements became faster and more uncoordinated, as he slammed into her repeatedly and pleasure overwhelmed her.

  "You can, baby, one last time, while I fuck your ass."

  He pulled out, and then there was a flash of discomfort as he pulled the plug out. Before Sally could process the now empty feeling, Junsako was back. Fire coursed through her when he first breached that tight ring, but the pain morphed into waves of pleasure so intense that Sally floated away. With her body shaking in the throes of a seemingly never-ending orgasm, Junsako sought his own release until he came with a shout and collapsed on top of her.

  He had the foresight to roll them both slightly, and Sally smiled through the discomfort as he withdrew out of her ass, and kissed her until she literally saw stars.

  Through her tears of happiness she saw him sit up and get rid of the condom. He tied it off and threw it in the waste paper bin, and then he pulled her on top of him.

  "Don't, I'm too heavy."

  Junsako grasped her tender ass cheeks and squeezed with enough force for her to yelp.

  "Do you really want to go there, pet? I have a flogger with your name on it. Maybe that will convince you that I love this ass and the rest of you. All of you."

  He looked uncomfortable for a second as though he'd said something that he shouldn't have done, but then he smiled and disentangled himself from under her.

  "Stay there, pet. I'll run us a bath, and then you can tell me exactly why the fuck you think so little of yourself."

  Sally would have protested. Her mind screamed at her to do just that, but in her post-orgasmic haze and so deliciously sore, she only nodded and closed her eyes. She would just rest here for a while and let him take care of everything. The thought took a huge weight of her shoulders, and happiness suffused her whole being. It was so nice to not have to think.

  She must have dozed off, because she startled awake when Junsako slid one arm behind her back, and one under her knees. His muscles bulged as he lifted her with seeming effortless ease, and Sally hung onto his biceps. He smiled down on her when she traced a fingernail along the intricate tattoo of a dragon covering the hard muscle.

  "Why a dragon?" she asked.

  Junsako didn't answer her. He shouldered the door open to the bathroom, and Sally gasped. Scented candles filled the place, and the enormous bathtub was filled with luxurious bubbles. Before she had a chance to process any of this, he stepped into the tub with her still in his arms and sat down.

  The water stung as it hit her sore ass, and Junsako swore softly at her hiss of pain.

  "Sorry, pet, this will only sting a moment. The water contains healing herbs that will help to soothe you. I'm afraid I've been rather hard on you for your first time in a scene."

  Sally shook her head and twisted her head to be able to see him. He looked tense, and she smiled at him.

  "No, not too hard. I needed that, Sir, and, besides, I loved it."

  His tense shoulders relaxed, and Sally, too, felt her muscles uncurl, as the water worked its magic. Cocooned between his strong legs with her back resting against his hard chest, she let her head fall back and sighed.

  A chuckle went through Junsako's big frame, and Sally marveled at the difference between them. He was so dark, and tall, and solid compared to her soft body, and it made her feel wholly cherished and feminine to have him surround her like that.

  "Better?" he asked, and she sighed in bliss.

  "Much, this is heavenly. I wouldn't have pegged you for such a romantic, Sir."

  Junsako kissed her shoulder, using one large hand to pull her hair away from her neck, and she could feel his lips curl up into a smile as he kissed her just under the ear. Sally squirmed at the sensation, and he brought his other arm round her waist to hold her still.

  "Why, my lovely?" His hot breath whispered across her wet skin, and she shivered in response.

  He sat her up more and after filling a jug of water poured it up and down her back, over her shoulders and her
breasts, until her skin heated with awareness of him.

  "I'm going to wash your hair, pet. Stay like that for a minute."

  "You don't have to do that." Sally's half-hearted protests fell on deaf ears, as he reached across for the shower head attached to the bath taps, and turned it on.

  "I know that, pet, but I want to do this for you."

  He winked at her, and Sally just melted.

  "Now tell me why you didn't think I'd be a romantic, not that I think I've done anything much to warrant that title."

  He tested the water on his arms and then knelt behind her to give him better access to her.

  "Shut your eyes, pet."

  Soothing warm water hit her face when she did so, and Sally moaned softly when he lathered her now wet hair with shampoo. His strong fingers massaged her scalp, until her whole body went limp. She let her head fall on her chest, and his amused tones washed over her.

  "You're not falling asleep on me there, are you?"

  "No, of course not, Sir. You're just so very good at this."

  Junsako laughed.

  "You should see me give a massage, pet. If you're a good girl, perhaps I'll give you a demonstration tomorrow."

  His voice had dropped to a growly whisper that made her pussy clench in need and made her want to jump him again. Would he mind if she took the initiative and rode him in the bath like some sort of water nymph? Her breaths grew labored, and she rubbed her legs together at the erotic thoughts swirling through her brain and then promptly spluttered as water hit her straight in the face.

  "Stop trying to get yourself off, girl. That's my job, and, besides you haven't permission to come right now. Now hold still so that I can wash the shampoo out of your hair."

  Sally froze at the hint of annoyance in his tones, and she held perfectly still, even when he proceeded to lather up a sponge and wash her body down.

  Arousal zinged through her body as his strokes grew harder. He lingered on her nipples, running the sponge across the rigid tips until she felt like screaming, and she opened her thighs eagerly when he ran the sponge under the water. He abandoned it and used his fingers instead.

  "Naughty girl." He bit down on her earlobe and circled her clit with just one calloused fingertip until beads of perspiration broke out on Sally's lips, and she bit them to stop herself from screaming.

  "Please, Sir. I can't … I'll come if you don't stop."

  "Oh, no you won't. Your orgasm belongs to me, girl, and you will not come until I let you."

  Her oversensitive clit swelled and throbbed, and Sally tightened her stomach muscles to the point of pain to stop herself from giving her body the release Junsako was mercilessly pushing her toward.

  There was a little comfort in his hard cock pressing into her lower back, as his hips thrust against her in involuntary movements of his own. Why was he torturing them both?

  "Please, Sir. Let me come, and please, Sir, let me come on your cock. I want you so much, please. I know you want this, too."

  Sally could hardly believe the crass words coming from her, but if he didn’t let her come she would explode and he would, too, from the feel of him.

  ****

  Junsako groaned, hearing her echo his feelings so succinctly. He hadn't started this to have sex with her again, but he seemed utterly incapable of keeping his hands off of her. His cock had reared into action the minute he had her soft, delicious body lean so trustingly against him. Her sigh of sheer bliss when the scented bath water had worked its magic on her sore ass, had shot straight to his balls. Even putting some distance between them so that he could wash her hair hadn't helped in the slightest.

  With her long wet tresses clinging to her wet skin they just served to enhance her womanly curves. Strands of it clung to her breasts, and the needy sounds she didn’t seem to be aware of making had turned his thoughts to sex in record time. Finding her folds slick and wet with her essence, her internal muscles trying to draw his fingers inside her tight cunt showed him how much she wanted this.

  He groaned into her neck, and she turned until she was knelt between his legs. The head of his swollen prick bobbed out of the water, and she grinned and bent down to kiss it.

  "Jesus, pet, stop." He grasped her hair to pull her back up again, and she pouted. All her earlier insecurity had vanished, leaving in its place a woman flushed with her need for him. Her gaze sought his, and the depths of emotion in her beautiful eyes, flooded his chest with the warmth of his feelings. He'd said it earlier in the heat of the moment, but she hadn't picked up on it. Maybe she thought he'd told every woman he had sex with that he loved them. Men did, he knew that, but Junsako had never been one for empty words. He'd shocked the hell out of himself for uttering those words to Sally, almost as much as her calling him a romantic. That was a notion for romance novels and chick flicks. In real life so-called love didn't exist, outside of the love a mother showed her child. Junsako had learned that at knee high when the father he'd adored had simply upped and left them with nothing. To add insult to injury, they'd learned too late that he had several families in different states.

  His mother, God rest her soul had been the romantic one, clinging onto his father's name and insisting he use it. Junsako frowned at his thought processes. Romantic indeed.

  He wasn't one, or at least he hadn't been until Sally had walked into his studio and his life. Could you fall in love so quickly and irrevocably, or was this just his dick talking? It had been way too long since he'd last been laid after all.

  "Please, Sir, let me."

  Her breathy words pulled him out of his internal thought processes, and he groaned.

  "We can't. Believe it or not, I had no intention of us having sex—" he paused and shook his head. Fuck it, nothing ventured nothing gained, and all that. He framed her face in his hands and rested his forehead on her until their breaths mingled, and she sighed into his mouth.

  "I'm not prepared, pet. I didn't intend on us making love in the bath. I haven't got condoms handy, so we need to stop this."

  Instead of pulling away, like he'd thought she would, Sally scooted closer. She locked her hands behind his neck and kissed him. He should stop her, he knew that, but the way she moaned into his mouth as her tongue traced his lips and danced around his made him incapable of doing so. Instead he took charge of the kiss, and Sally climbed into his lap. It was only when she reached down to grasp the base of his cock that reason took hold and he grasped her wrist to stop her.

  "We can't, pet."

  She paid him no heed. Shy girl turned seductress, she lifted up and rubbed her slick pussy all over the head of his dick, until he ground his teeth in frustration.

  "Do you always use condoms, Sir?"

  He locked his jaw at her breathy question and curled his hands into her hips to stop her from moving, until she sat poised just over his dick. His damn prick almost jumped in excitement at being so close to her velvet heat, and he swore.

  "Of course I do. Why?"

  "Because I'm clean and I'm on the pill. Have been since I was a teenager, so, please, Sir. I want you in me, just you. No barriers."

  Neither one of them moved as they stared at each other, and Junsako released his tight hold on her hips. With a sigh that rivaled his Sally lowered herself slowly until all of his cock was surrounded by her tight heat. With her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open she was utterly breathtaking, and when she started to slowly rock up and down his cock, Junsako couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight of her riding him. He grasped the sides of the bath to stop himself from taking charge.

  The feel of her silken walls tightening around his dick drove him to the brink of release in record time. Without any barriers every sensation was heightened, and he ground his teeth as his balls drew up, and the pressure built at the base of his spine. The rhythmic waves of her internal walls told him she was close, and her movements grew more urgent. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder, and he welcomed the slight pain. It kept him focused on keeping his own relea
se at bay.

  "Look at me, pet. I want to see you when you fall apart."

  Sally opened her eyes, and her pants grew frantic, as she struggled to go over that cliff.

  "I-I can't. Please … help me."

  It was all he needed, and Sally gasped when he grabbed her hips, lifted her almost all the way off his dick, and then slammed her back down. He thrust up at the same time, impaling himself completely in her clenching cunt, and Sally screamed, as her orgasm burst from her at the same time his ripped through his body.

  Water splashed over the sides, extinguishing the candles closest to them on the floor, and with Sally shaking in aftershocks he shot his cum deep inside her body. He allowed himself two more deep pumps into her core, before Sally collapsed on top of him, and he shut his eyes, and simply cradled her to him.

  Chapter Eight

  Sally woke up the next morning with only the haziest memories of having gotten back here in the first place. Not that it mattered, not when she was pinned in place by Junsako's heavy arm across her waist. His large hand grasped her breast, one of his legs was flung over hers, and his cock hardened against her ass, when she gave a little wiggle. His rough hair on her ass cheeks still smarted a little, and Sally grinned as happiness suffused her whole being.

  She could so get addicted to kinky sex in general and Junsako in particular. One thing she did remember with crystal clear memory had been the way he'd said “make love”. Her heart turned into a jackhammer again, just as it had done last night, and she closed her eyes and allowed herself to believe that he'd actually meant it.

  "My pet is thinking too much again, it seems."

  Junsako's sleepy rumble into her shoulder sent a shiver of need down her spine, and she turned to be able to see his face. He smiled at her, and she grinned right back at him.

  "Morning, Sir."

  His smile deepened, and he kissed her nose.

  "Not too sore this morning, I hope?" he asked.

  "Nothing I can't handle. Why? Is there something I can do for Sir this morning?"