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  He had to clear his throat before he could continue.

  "So, I guess you did some research into the lifestyle and decided that this is what you wanted to explore?" he asked.

  "Yes, I did, but I was too afraid to approach anyone, and then when Maddy said she was auditioning for this shoot with you, I was so jealous. I mean, I know I'm not model material. No, let me finish what I'm going to say, please, Sir." She put a finger on his lips when he was going to protest. "You know I'm not. You may love my body shape, but it's not exactly popular, is it?"

  Junsako had to agree that she had a valid point, but he couldn't stop his grin from splitting his face.

  "So you finally believe me when I say I love your curves?"

  Sally giggled and winked at him.

  "Well, Sir, I do believe we have the weekend for you to convince me."

  Sally shrieked when he stood up and dumped her on the table. He had her impaled on his cock in record time, and as the remnants of their breakfast went flying to the floor he showed her exactly how much he loved her, and her curves.

  Chapter Nine

  "I'm so glad he decided to keep your picture in the exhibition."

  Engrossed as she had been in the picture of herself suspended, Sally jumped at Maddy's words, and her sister laughed. "And I'm even happier that you can look at it and see it for the beautiful piece of art it is."

  Sally turned around and accepted the flute of champagne Maddy offered with a grateful smile. The centerpiece of the exhibition was indeed a piece of art. True to his word Junsako had kept her identity out of it. With the soft focus he'd applied, and some clever lighting tricks, even Sally wouldn't have recognized herself, were it not for the feelings it evoked in her. Since that day, Junsako had suspended her like this many more times, and there were far more revealing pictures of her on the hard drive of his PC, but they would never see the light of day.

  Sally smiled remembering his offer to not use the picture, if she didn't want him to.

  "I don't want this to cause you problems with your work,” he’d said. “Come to think of it, will your involvement with me be an issue?"

  Sally had gawped at him, and he'd kissed her.

  "Why ever would it? My private life is just that—private. And I'm damn good at my job, so if they tried anything I'd flipping well fight them over it. It's not as though I'll invite you in to teach my four year olds how to hog tie their teddy bears, now is it?"

  Junsako had laughed, and she had point blank refused to let him not use the picture.

  "I trust you, Sir. You said you need it, so use it. Besides I like seeing myself through my Dom's lens. He makes me look so beautiful."

  Junsako had pulled her close and murmured something incredibly heartfelt into her hair, before he'd made love to her. That night when he'd fallen asleep she'd whispered her feelings for him into his ear, safe in the knowledge that he couldn't hear her, and she had done the same every night they had been together since.

  He in turn had shown her in a myriad of tiny ways that he cared about her, but he never said the words, and Sally told herself it didn't matter. They were happy as they were, annoying hangers-on and stick thin models trying to get into his pants notwithstanding.

  "Junsako sent me over to make sure you're all right." Maddy said, bringing Sally back to the here and now. "He's held up with Baroness Van Klausen. I almost feel sorry for him."

  Maddy rolled her eyes and gestured to the far side of the gallery, and sure enough Junsako was being held hostage by the pint sized woman. As a major benefactor of the arts, she demanded and usually got the attention of whoever she bestowed her affections on, and Junsako seemed to be her current victim.

  As though he sensed her looking, Junsako glanced across, and his tight shoulders relaxed. He smiled at her, and like always when he gave her his undivided attention, the rest of the world just faded away. Had they been on their own she would already have been on her knees. Alas there had been little time for actual play lately.

  True to his word, Junsako was an incredibly busy man, and Sally's job as a nursery teacher meant she couldn't just up and go with him, whenever he jetted off again. Which made the time they did spend together even more special. In the six months since she'd met him Sally's life had changed completely. She hardly recognized the new confident woman staring back at her from the mirror in the morning. Rather than hide her curves she had taken to flaunting them in clothing that enhanced them. As a result she had been the recipient of lots of male attention, and it had been rather amusing at times to see Junsako almost combust with jealousy.

  Whenever they were out in public he kept her close by. In the beginning it had been to reassure her, and to help calm her nerves, and then as time went on and Sally became more confident in her role as his girlfriend, he'd simply kept her close to keep the other fuckers away, as he had summed it up in his own unique way.

  Maddy sighed, and the Baroness pulled on Junsako's arm demanding his attention and the connection between them was lost.

  "You know, I had the most miserable time until my meds kicked in, but I would suffer it again a million times over just to see you so happy, little sis. I just knew you were what he needed."

  Maddy pulled Sally in for a one armed hug, and much to Sally's surprise her sister clung to her.

  "Maddy, are you okay?" Sally asked into her shoulder, and Maddy released her. The shimmer of tears in her sister's eyes was as unexpected as it was unusual, but before Sally could say anything at all, Maddy blinked and fixed her bright model smile back in place.

  "Gah, you two are turning me into a right watering pot. You're just so perfect for each other, it makes me want to cry. I'll ruin my fucking make up."

  Sally had to laugh at that. Maddy never looked anything but perfect, and right now was no exception. The shiny silver dress clung to her body and showed her flat stomach off to perfection, while the long slit just enhanced her mile long slim legs. Even the slightest movement made her dress shimmer and drew everyone's eyes to her sister, like always.

  Sally's dress in contrast was an understated little black thing that clung to her curves, showed off her back and ended just above her knees. With her hair piled on top she felt sophisticated and stylish and as different from Maddy as it was possible to be, and that felt good. She knew she would never have Maddy's sylph-like figure, but for once it didn't matter. Sally was comfortable in her own skin, and that was all due to Junsako.

  He'd finally extricated himself out of the Baroness's clutches only to have another woman throw herself at him. The well-known super model all but draped herself over him, and Sally ground her teeth in frustration. The red hot poker of jealousy stabbed her insides, and she turned her back on the spectacle.

  It was probably just as well that she couldn't travel with him, so that she didn't have to witness how women threw themselves at him. She would have been arrested for scratching some skinny bitch's eyes out, otherwise.

  "Pay her no heed. You know he's only got eyes for you." Maddy touched Sally's arm, and some of her anger fled at her sister's words. "She's been trying that crap the entire time we were in Paris, and not once did he let her get away with it. The only reason he hasn't shaken her off yet, is because we're in public and I know he's got something special planned, and no doubt doesn’t want to cause a scene and take attention away from that."

  This was news to Sally, and she swung back round again in time to see Junsako speak to the other woman. Whatever he said to her made her flinch, and Sally almost felt sorry for her when he turned his full on irritated Dom look on the walking stick insect. She drew in a sharp breath and nodded and took a step away from him with a tight smile.

  "See, told you. He's smitten with you, and I'm surprised he hasn't slapped a permanent collar on you yet, my dear."

  Sally's hand went up to her neck involuntarily, before she hastily dropped it back to her side and took a long swig from her champagne flute.

  "Maddy, keep your voice down. People will hear,
and besides we haven't got that sort of a relationship. We're very much just living in the moment, and that's fine. I'm not looking to settle down and—"

  "Bullshit. You love him. That's plain to see on your face when you look at him or even just talk about him. And he feels just the same way about you. No, trust me on this, sis. I've known Master J for longer than you, and never, ever have I seen him like this. If he hasn’t collared you yet, then I'm sure it's only because he doesn't want to cause you problems with the school. I bet you have a play collar on when it's just the two of you."

  Sally fought her blush and cursed her complete inability to stop wearing her feelings on her sleeve like that.

  Maddy laughed and winked at her.

  "Thought so, and I bet he had it handmade just for you, too."

  Again Maddy had hit the jackpot with that unerring ability of hers to see straight through Sally's attempts to keep things to herself. Her play collar wasn't the only purpose made thing. Junsako had surprised her only last month with the most beautiful nipple chain to attach to her piercings, and nothing got her into the right submissive head space faster than to have him attach that chain and buckle the collar around her neck. Her nipples throbbed inside her bra, and moisture dampened the lace of her thong at the mere thought. Damn it, it had been several weeks since they'd last played, and she missed it. She'd missed him. Maybe now that the exhibition was finally back in London she would see a bit more of him. In any case the summer holidays were fast approaching, and Sally's stomach tightened in delicious anticipation of being able to spend those six weeks with him.

  "Ah, look, I told you he was going to make an announcement."

  ****

  "Ladies and gentlemen, can I have a moment of your time, please?"

  A hush fell onto the room, and Junsako smiled at his intended audience, before he sought his pet's gaze. The churning in his gut subsided somewhat when Sally smiled at him. God, she was so goddamn beautiful. There was no mistaking the family resemblance between Maddy and Sally, stood next to each other as they were. Similar yet oh so different, both were stunningly beautiful in their own way, even if the world at large would always say Maddy was the role model to strive after.

  Junsako didn’t agree, and it was about time he showed that world just how much his little pet meant to him.

  The days and weeks he'd been away from her had been pure torture, and whilst they had talked every day he'd been away, it was no substitute for holding her lush body in his arms, listening to her infectious laugh and falling asleep with her draped all over him after a scene.

  Marie-Anne approached again, and he stopped her with a quick glare in her direction. The French super model could not take a fucking hint, and he hadn't missed the way his little Sally's shoulders had slumped and she'd turned her back on him earlier when the woman had wrapped herself around him like a fucking octopus. Thank God, he'd sent Maddy over to keep an eye on Sally. He knew she hated attending these things, and the fact that she did it anyway gave him a warm glow inside.

  He felt for the little packet that had burned a hole in his trouser pocket all evening, and closed his fist around it. Sally might well hate him for doing this so publicly, and there was always the possibility that she might turn him down, but he’d had enough of hiding his feelings.

  Sally was his, and it was time everyone knew that.

  He nodded at the assembled press, and continued with his address.

  "Now that my exhibition is at an end, I would like to announce my intentions for the coming year. As you all know I have been incredibly busy with taking on assignments all over the world, and organizing my shows."

  He stopped to make sure that he had everyone's undivided attention, and he spread his arms wide for more dramatic effect and to encompass his pictures displayed along the room.

  "This exhibition will be the last one I will be putting on for the foreseeable future."

  The expected uproar made his smile deepen, and he sought out Sally's gaze again. Her mouth had dropped open, and she stared at him wide eyed, before she snapped her mouth shut, shook her head at him and mouthed, “why?”

  The assembled reporters were less inconspicuous, and he raised his hands to get them to quiet down.

  "Ladies and gentlemen of the press, if you check your inboxes you will find my press statement, explaining the reasons behind my decision and my exact plans for the future, but, in short, I will not be travelling on business, and any exhibition of my art will only take place here in London. Anyone wishing to procure my services will have to do so right here. I've let work rule my life for too long, and there is someone in this room, I'm not prepared to be away from again."

  He smiled at Sally, and if possible her eyes grew even huger. He held out his hand beckoning her toward him, and behind her Maddy clapped her hands and took from her the flute Sally still held in a white knuckled grip. Her sister gave her a gentle shove in his direction, and Sally walked toward him with her cheeks stained crimson.

  When she was in touching distance he yanked her next to him.

  "What on earth are you doing, Sir?" Her furious whisper in his ear steeled his resolve that he was doing the right thing, and not caring about their audience he pulled her in for a kiss. Her surprised gasp gave him access, and he slipped his tongue past her lips until he could wrap it around hers.

  Sally stiffened, but when he stepped up his assault and deepened the kiss, she melted against him, and kissed him back with all the passion she was capable of.

  By the time he released her, the blood was rushing in his ears, and Sally looked as stunned as he felt.

  "What I should have done a long time ago, pet."

  He grasped her hand and went down on one knee, ignoring the catcalls and surprised gasps of the crowd around them, his attention solely focused on the woman he loved.

  Pulling out of his pocket the ring he'd purchased on his trip to New York, he held the ring up to Sally.

  "You're the most important person in my life, and I could not imagine my life without you in it. The last six months have been the happiest I've ever been, and I know I haven't said it before, but I love you, Sally."

  A choked sob escaped her, and the way her eyes filled with tears gave him the courage to carry on with his speech, even as she tried to get him to get up off the floor.

  "Please get up. Everyone is staring. Sir, please, you don't have to do this." The whispered words made him smile, but he stayed put and continued.

  "No, my love, I do have to do this. I'm not prepared to let my work interfere in what we have anymore. Will you please accept this ring as a token of my commitment, a symbol of my love for you, always, or at least as long as you'll have me?"

  A hush fell on the room as everyone waited for her answer. Cold sweat ran down between his shoulder blades, the longer she simply stood there, silent tears running down her face.

  When she finally nodded, the room erupted into pandemonium, and he let her pull him up.

  "I take that as a yes then?" he asked.

  "God yes, I love you, too, Sir, so very much, but I thought you didn't believe in love."

  Sally smiled through her tears, and he kissed them off her face and slipped the ring on her finger, and interlinked their hands.

  "I didn’t until I met you, my love," he said. Even to his own ears his voice sounded choked with emotion, and Sally kissed him.

  "Are you sure about this, Sir?" she said in between kisses. "Your work is—"

  "Not as important as you are. They can damn well come to me, if they want me, pet."

  Maddy's excited screech in their ears broke their private moment, and the rest of the room took her action as consent to crowd in on them.

  By the time the last question had been answered, and security shut the doors, Junsako was exhausted, and Sally tugged him along.

  "Let's get out of here, Sir, before you fall down. You're not much good to me if you collapse, are you now."

  "A bossy little subbie you're turning out t
o be, pet."

  "You bet I am. You flew in this morning, and you have been up for hours. Jetlag is no doubt catching up with you, so you bet I'm being bossy, Sir. You can punish me in the morning, but for now, let's go."

  She frowned at him when he shook his head and pointed to the floor.

  "There is one last thing now we’re alone, pet."

  He pulled out his other purchase out of the breast pocket of his suit, and after a moment's hesitation Sally sank to the floor. Head bowed, palms up on her open thighs, she presented herself, and his heart beat faster. He had intended to do this at their home with her naked in front of him, but doing it right here in front of the picture that brought them together, was perhaps far more fitting. Her dress rode up her thighs exposing the top of her stockings, and despite his tiredness his cock signaled his eagerness.

  "This will just look like a necklace to anyone else, but I have the key, and it will signal that you're mine, pet. Will you let me collar you, my sweet?"

  Sally looked up, and even though she was crying again, happiness shone out of her eyes, and she nodded.

  "Oh, yes, please, Sir."

  "Very well then."

  Junsako placed the thin platinum chain around her neck and attached the delicate lock. It took him several attempts to lock the thing, due to his hands shaking so much with the enormity of the moment, and when it finally clicked in place, he, too, had to blink away tears.

  "With this collar I pledge my love to you. I will cherish and honor the precious gift of your submission to me, and I promise to always keep you safe and protected as your Dom and Master of your heart."

  He nudged Sally's chin up, and he saw his love reflected back at him.

  "And I will promise to always keep you on your toes, and order you to bed when you can hardly stand up, Sir."

  She grinned at him through her tears, and Junsako laughed as she got up and all but dragged him out of the back door.