Through the Dom's Lens(6)By: Doris O Connor
By the time her feet lifted off the floor, she was already floating, his voice her anchor in the maelstrom of sensation overload she found herself in. Tears seeped out from behind the blindfold, tears he swiped away with his fingertips, always there, always checking her, reassuring, his touch everywhere at once.
"Fly for me."
She sighed into the kiss, which followed that whispered demand. A kiss so gentle, yet so all-encompassing that she started crying in earnest. Held by the ropes, suspended in the air, he surrounded her, and then she was free. Rocking gently to and fro, free from all the stress and worry she'd been carrying around, her heartbeat slowed and her breathing evened, as she just felt.
Sally's responsiveness blew him away, and he stood back and drank in the beauty of her slightly swaying form. He hadn't meant to go as far as suspending her, but when she'd surrendered so beautifully, and naturally, he'd taken the next step to make her first experience as good for her as could be. Silent tears ran down her face, testament to how deep she had slipped into her happy place, and his chest tightened. Why he should feel so drawn to her was beyond him, but every instinct in his being called him to claim her. Told him that she was the one.
He ran through a last set of pictures and then buzzed in Aikiri. She smiled at him and nodded her consent when he told her to tidy up and go home.
"You've got the pictures you needed, Sir?" she asked.
Junsako didn't bother replying, his attention too focused on releasing Sally from her bonds, without jarring her out of her blissful state of submission.
The last knot untied, Sally collapsed into his arms with a mewl of contentment that had his dick jerk against his fly and brought home the urgency to get her somewhere more private to finish this. Aikiri handed him a blanket to wrap around Sally, and then opened the door for him.
"I took the liberty to have some food delivered for the two of you, Sir. Have a great evening."
A cheeky grin lit up his former submissive's face, and he couldn't help but smile back at her.
"Very good, Aikiri, but I wonder what your Master will have to say about you taking liberties."
Her smile slipped, and Junsako's amusement bubbled over into a belly laugh.
"Relax, Aikiri. You always were far too easy to tease. Clear my schedule for the rest of the weekend. I have no wish to be anywhere but here." He tightened his hold on Sally, and she snuggled into his chest in such a trusting way that he had to close his eyes to regain some of his composure.
"I understand, Sir."
Aikiri touched his arm briefly and then turned her back on him to continue clearing up. Junsako took the stairs to his loft bedroom three at a time. The sun was setting and cast the interior in an inviting orange glow, and he inhaled sharply as the enticing smells of his favorite Japanese takeaway invaded his nostrils. Sally, too, stirred in his arms, and her breathy little voice made him wish for other things than food.
"That smells wonderful, whatever that is."
"Yes, it does, pet, and I just know how I'm going to eat this, too."
He smiled down on her as he settled her in the middle of his king size bed. Situated in the middle of the room it afforded unrivalled views of London's city line through the floor to ceiling windows that made up his loft space. They opened onto a little roof garden, and her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings. She also clutched the blanket tighter around herself, and he frowned.
"What did I say about not hiding from me, pet?"
A shiver went through her, and she bit her lip, and then stopped and threw him such a pleading look that he relented and smiled.
"We'll have to work on your self-esteem, pet. When you see the pictures I took you'll see how beautiful you are."
Heat climbed into her cheeks, and he had to resist the urge to kiss her senseless.
"First things first, we need to eat. You'll need your sustenance for what I have in mind later."
She sucked in a sharp breath, and her almond eyes grew huge.
"I-I thought I was just here for the photo shoot. You don't have to … I mean…"
Her voice trailed off, and she blanched when he strode toward her and grabbed the hand she was clutching the blanket with. Junsako held it to the rock hard erection straining against the zipper of his jeans.