Through the Dom's Lens Page 6

  His cock twitched against her thigh in answer, and she giggled.

  "May I?" she asked, and at his nod she scooted down to take his shaft as deep into her mouth as she could. Junsako groaned, and she stepped up her efforts as the first drops of his pre-cum coated her tongue. Sally had never been a huge fan of going down on a man before, but with Junsako this, too, was a heady experience. His thigh muscles tensed, when she grazed his length with her teeth, and she smiled round his thick girth at his whispered, "Fuck, girl."

  Before she could bring him to release, however, he'd pulled her off him and flipped her over so that she was lying face down on the bed. He nudged her legs apart with his thigh and then rubbed his cock along her slit just once before he thrust into her pussy.

  The angle meant he hit her g-spot with every slow and measured thrust, and the breath left her lungs as his weight pinned her to the bed. He rubbed his morning stubble across her shoulders, and when he reached around and under to pinch her clit, Sally saw stars. Filled to the brim by his thick cock pistoning in and out of her body, she tightened and relaxed around him, as she struggled to stave off her release, until he gave her permission. When he grunted his own fulfillment into her neck and warmth spread inside her core, he finally let her come, and Sally flew at his growled, "Come hard for me, baby, now."

  By the time she became aware of her surroundings again, she was cocooned in Junsako's arms with him smiling down on her.

  "I think I might make this our morning ritual, pet."

  Sally shut her eyes and snuggled into his chest, not trusting her ability to form coherent words right now. That sounded as though he wanted to keep her around, as though he cared for her, and that just couldn't be.

  Junsako's sigh raised the ends of her fringe, and he cupped her chin to make her look at him.

  "Talk to me, pet. What's going on in that head of yours?"

  It was a question, but it wasn't, and apprehension made her stomach churn, as he gave her his undivided attention.

  "What about Aikiri?" she finally asked.

  "What about her?"

  He wasn't going to make this easy on her, clearly, and Sally wanted the ground to swallow her up, but she couldn't look away from his intense gaze either.

  "I thought, you and her … well, I mean … I…" Her words failed her when he didn't answer and instead just raised one eyebrow in seeming irritation.

  When he finally spoke his voice was just above a whisper. Growly and deep, that voice turned every feminine cell in her body to emotional goo, as it dripped into her consciousness and wrapped itself around her heart.

  "Do you think so little of me? Have I given the impression that I would be so callous as to make Aikiri tend to you, when I was still involved with her?"

  His dark eyes showed a maelstrom of emotions that she couldn't decipher, but that made that tiny kernel of hope in her chest expand nonetheless. Maybe he did care for her a little, then?

  "Well?" he asked, and this time there was no mistaking the anger in that one word. "Answer me, girl."

  Sally flinched and tripped up over her answer.

  "No, Sir. I mean I just assumed when I saw the collar that you and she … errr. You're not then?"

  Heat rose in her cheeks, and Sally called herself all kinds of fool in her head. Could she be any more inane, and why did he not say anything?

  "I mean, I guess I assumed you … erm, took on more than one sub at a time. I mean that's done, right?"

  A thoughtful look passed across Junsako's features, and he dropped a kiss on her nose and released her chin with a sigh.

  "Is that something you're looking for, because I—"

  "No, I'm not." Sally interrupted him and then clamped her mouth shut and didn't dare look at him. Shit, she'd goofed again. She was pretty sure a well behaved sub didn't interrupt when her dominant was speaking.

  "Sorry, Sir." She mumbled the words and waited for his reaction that never came. Instead he ran a calloused fingertip along her collar bone and down in between the cleft of her breasts. He circled one of her tits and then brought that digit up to her already puckered nipple. Taking the hard nub in his fingers he pulled and squeezed until he had a generous amount of the surrounding breast tissue in his hands, and Sally panted as the sharp darts of pain shot straight to her clit. He repeated the action to her other breast, and when her nipples were hugely extended and throbbing he flicked each just once with his fingers. Sally yelped, and Junsako grasped her by the neck and kissed her.

  This was a kiss of ownership, hard, bruising, as their teeth clashed together, and he devoured her mouth until her lungs burned with the need for much needed oxygen. When he finally released her with a bite to her bottom lip, she gasped for air, and he smiled.

  "Good, because I don't share—ever. I'm very possessive of what's mine, and you, my little pet, are very much mine."

  Her stomach hollowed out at that growled declaration, and she could sense the sincerity behind those words. He didn't give her a chance to process them however, because he spoke again.

  "Aikiri was my sub for a while. I trained her, and we tried to make a go of it, but she wanted more than I could give. Aikiri wants to be owned. She wants, needs a Master who completely controls her every move. She lives to serve and to be needed, and for her that needs to be a total power exchange. This is not what I'm looking for."

  He stopped talking and cupped the side of Sally's face. She leant into his touch, and he smiled.

  "Do you understand what I'm saying here, Sally?"

  She blinked at the use of her name, and his smile deepened until it crinkled up the corners of his eyes, and she nodded.

  "I think so."

  "Good, because I want us to be clear on this. I'm a dominant man, and I need your submission in my bedroom. Fuck, even outside of the bedroom when it's just us, like this weekend, for instance. But I cannot take on that responsibility all the time. It's exhausting, and I'm too busy with work and away too much, quite frankly. What I need is a woman who gives me her submission freely when I ask for it, but is perfectly happy to call the shots at other times. I want an equal partner, who challenges me and is bratty enough to push the boundaries and lets me think of inventive ways to punish her."

  He threw her such a wicked glance that it took all of Sally's willpower to not jump him there and then and show him just how bratty she could be.

  "Now, don't get me wrong. Aikiri is a great assistant, and she is an intelligent and independent woman, but she doesn't want that independence. For her, she needs the constant control of her Master, and she's leaving my employ at the end of the month to become a full time slave to her Master. I wish her all the best in the world and I'll always be fond of her, but she never held my heart."

  Again he stopped talking, and Sally could have sworn there was a faint blush staining his cheek bones, but maybe that was just a trick of the light.

  "Did anyone ever?" Sally had to ask.

  Junsako ran his hand through his hair in an agitated gesture, and he didn't look at her when he replied.

  "Apart from my mother, you mean? No, I don't think so. I'm not entirely convinced love exists." He glanced at her, and this time she was sure he was blushing, as much as it was possible to tell with his dark skin. It made her feel all sorts of happy inside, and she smiled up at him.

  "So, you see I'm not really a romantic, at all. Some would call me a cynical and perverted bastard, in fact."

  Sally shook her head, and he laughed.

  "Trust me, baby, you hang around me for long enough and you might just end up calling me that, too."

  The endearment added another layer of happiness on top of her store of gooey inside her, and she shook her head.

  "No, I won't. And I still say a man who goes through all the trouble of lighting all those candles and making sure I'm okay is a romantic. So there." She stuck her tongue out at him and then added a belated, "Sir."

  Junsako laughed and tapped her nose, but before he could respond the ring of
the doorbell interrupted them.

  "Ah, that will be breakfast, knowing Aikiri."

  "Breakfast? At this hour?"

  Junsako just laughed and jumped out of bed. Sally's throat went dry at the view of his perfectly formed ass, before he covered it with a pair of sweat pants.

  "Aikiri knows my habits. I would normally have breakfast at the local café, but she quite rightly assumed that I wouldn't want to go out today, and half eleven isn't that late. We can all it brunch if it makes you feel better. Go freshen up and meet me in the kitchen, pet. It's on the floor below."

  "Can I put some clothes on? Please, Sir?"

  Junsako turned at the door, and the heat in his gaze set her alight from the inside out.

  "I suppose you better. There is a robe you can use in the wardrobe. We do need to eat something, I guess. You'll need your strength for what I have in mind later."

  Sally knew she blushed to the roots of her hair, and the dratted man just laughed and strolled out of the door.

  ****

  Seeing Sally demolish her croissant was an exercise in torture. Junsako groaned under his breath when she bit into the pastry with such a look of bliss on her face that his cock threatened to appear over the top his waistband. The thin silk robe she had chosen to wear revealed more than it concealed. He could clearly see her aroused nipples through the sheer fabric. They would look beautiful pierced and adorned with nipple clamps, and he knew just which ones to purchase.

  He grinned around his coffee cup, and Sally smiled.

  "What' so funny, Sir?"

  "Nothing much, pet. I'm just thinking of delicious ways to torture you."

  She choked on her mouthful of orange juice, and he rocked back on his chair and adjusted his damn cock for the umpteenth time. Sally's gaze dropped to his groin, and heat rose in her cheeks. God, how he loved the way she did that. There was that word again—loved.

  Junsako shook his head at himself. He was turning into a soppy fool, and she had given him no indication that she felt anything more for him than simple lust. Yes, he thought he read more in her eyes, but women got emotional when they had sex. It didn't mean that she cared for him in any other way than sexually.

  "If I might say so, Sir, you're thinking awfully hard."

  Her sassy comeback shook him out of his maudlin thoughts, and he shrugged his shoulders.

  "I was just wondering what your take on love is. You never said, earlier. Was there someone special in your life?"

  He regretted his question the minute he asked it, because her beautiful eyes clouded over and she bit her lip. It made him want to find the bastard who had taken her love and thrown it back at her and beat him into a pulp.

  "I thought there was, once. But he turned out to be after Maddy instead."

  It was Junsako's turn to choke on his sip of coffee, and Sally's smile was so sad it tore at his heart.

  "It's okay. I should have been used to it. People always preferred Maddy. If she wasn't such a sweetheart I'd hate her."

  He reached across the table to take her hand in his and squeezed, and she gave him a watery smile.

  "I've grown up in her shadow. She's five years older than me, as you know, and when she first started modeling I was developing curves. I had been as skinny as her before. The spitting image in fact, but where she got taller and skinnier, I got taller and grew these."

  She waved at her breasts as though they were some form of abnormality, and he growled his annoyance. Her eyes widened, when he spoke through gritted teeth.

  "Do not make me put you over me knee again, pet. You have the most amazing tits, and as for the rest of your body, I could spend all day exploring those curves and not get bored, so don't even go there with the hating. I warn you."

  "Well, when your sister is a model and your mum is an ex-model and still as skinny as anything, curves aren't popular, trust me. Mum put me on countless diets and fitness regimes, but I was still left with too many curves. It was somewhat of a relief when she stopped trying, because Maddy made it big, and then I met Luke."

  She frowned and tried to pull her hand away, but Junsako wouldn't let her,

  "Luke?" he prompted. "That the bastard's name?"

  Sally's lips kicked up in the semblance of a smile.

  "I met him in a bar. I don't frequent them often, but it was my work colleague's hen night and he came up to me, and, well, he was so charming and tall, and good looking, and…" She blushed again, and Junsako gave her hand another reassuring squeeze.

  "And? It was all an act?"

  Sally swallowed hard and nodded.

  "I ended up going home with him. It's not something I'm proud of, but I had drunk one too many and he was very persuasive. He fancied himself an expert in all things kinky, so we did … well, let's just say he tied me up and spanked me, but it didn't exactly turn me on. I thought I'd just drunk one too many, and anyway, he took pictures, too, without me knowing. It wasn't pretty."

  A tear slid down her face, and Junsako let go of her hand and opened his arms. He couldn’t do anything to take her obvious pain of what happened away, but he could damn well comfort her.

  "Come here and let me hold you, baby."

  She jumped off her chair with such haste that it clattered to the floor, and was on his lap in the blink of an eye. Her actions soothed the savage anger at the way she'd been treated. It tore away at his insides, and there was more to this story. He sensed it.

  When she was safely ensconced in his arms she started talking again.

  "I didn't know about the pictures at first, and when he took me home in the morning he was all charm and insisted he wanted to see me again. I wasn't sure, because, you know, but he was very persistent. He bombarded me with flowers and wined and dined me, and he even made an effort to … you know … get me off."

  "I should fucking well hope so, baby. Did he at least manage that?" Junsako had to ask, even though he dreaded the answer. He didn't really want to know what the asshole did with his Sally, did he? And she was his. There was no denying the strength of his feelings that made his heart beat faster and wanted to keep her with him always. That way he could protect her from all the Lukes of this world who didn't know a precious gift when they were given it.

  "Yes and no. He was too rough, and, well, let's just say he was very good at making me feel guilty. I guess when you've heard you’re too fat all your life, it's easy to believe someone when they say it's your fault. I'm not proud of those few months I was with him. That person wasn't me. It was Maddy in the end, who sat me down and asked me what on earth I was doing. You see, he was always busy when it came to meeting any of my family, but she saw him leave my place one morning, and she went ballistic. Turns out that she had an injunction out against him for stalking her."

  Junsako swore under his breath, and Sally nodded grimly.

  "I didn't understand that, but I agree with whatever you called him just now." Junsako tightened his hold on her and kissed the top of her head. He had sworn in Japanese without even realizing it. Funny how many times he'd lapsed into his mother's language since meeting Sally. He didn't usually. It was yet another sign of how much she'd gotten under his skin in the short time he'd known her.

  "I called him a motherfucking bastard, and threatened to make him eat his own balls."

  Sally giggled at that, and a weight lifted off his shoulders.

  "You'd have trouble finding them, Sir. He wasn't exactly blessed in that department. As Maddy said all those steroids he popped to achieve his muscle mass, took whatever brain he carried around in his non-existent balls."

  Junsako hooted with laughter, and his stomach muscles tightened when Sally ran her hands all over him.

  "Not like you, Sir."

  The compliment settled deep in his heart, and he kissed her. The salt of her tears mixed with the sweet flavor that was his Sally, and by the time he broke the kiss they were both breathing heavily, and he was so hard he could drill holes with his damn cock.

  "So, what happened
in the end? You said there were pictures?"

  A shiver went through Sally, and he sighed.

  "Do you remember a few years back there was a bit of hoo-hah over naked pictures of Maddy in the press?"

  Junsako frowned and then swore as he remembered the brief but rather colorful episode.

  "That was you?" he asked, and she nodded.

  "They were horrible. I'm not really sure why anyone thought they were Maddy. I mean she is so beautiful and skinny, and I'm—"

  "Just as beautiful, and curvy, like a woman ought to be, pet." Junsako interrupted her, and she gave him a watery smile.

  "I recall seeing those pictures, and all I remember is how bad the quality was. I also recall some surprise that Maddy had put on weight. I thought it suited her, and it certainly helped to propel her career forward. The whole thing was over in a flash."

  "For Maddy, yes. She got him arrested, and the pictures were taken out of circulation but not before he sent them all to me. And I don't care what you say, they were horrible, Sir. Truly horrible, and every time I see a picture of me naked, I just see those images again, and I hear what he said to me. That I was fat and ugly and he only fucked me because he couldn’t have Maddy and now we were both going to pay. I was such a gullible fool, and I swore off men after that, but there was this tiny thing that niggled at me."

  She wriggled on his lap and tried to get away, but he wouldn't let her. Instead he cupped her chin and made her look at him.

  "I can guess what that was, but I want to hear you say it, pet."

  Sally took a deep breath and continued.

  "When he tied me up, I always got that surge of excitement. It soon faded because he—"

  "Didn't know what the fuck he was doing and how to read you, pet. Trust me. You're anything but bad in bed, or out of it." He winked at her, and that delightful blush stained her alabaster skin again. "You are beautifully responsive, and you give your submission so freely and completely, I'm not surprised he pulled you in. Maddy was right. You're a born submissive and just what I needed."

  He stopped himself just in time before he said too much, but her face lit up in the most breathtaking smile anyway. Like a flower blossomed with the first rays of sun his Sally lapped up his praise and soothed his soul. If he hadn't already fallen for her, right now was when he would have.