Through the Dom's Lens(8)By: Doris O Connor
"What about her, pet?"
He nudged her chin up with his free hand, and she shivered under the intensity of his quiet regard.
"You and her?"
He smiled, and every feminine cell in her body sighed in submission at the sheer sinful nature of that grin.
"I met your sister years ago when she was starting in the model industry. We had a brief and mutually satisfying affair. I haven't seen her in years, though I've followed her career with interest. She's done well for herself, even if she's too thin these days." His smile deepened when she couldn't help but react to that, and he trailed the hand on her leg higher up her thigh. Sally opened up for him automatically, and she bit back a groan when his fingertips grazed her wet slit.
He removed his hand and held his glistening digits up for her to see and then sucked the tips clean. Her stomach tightened at his groan of appreciation.
"I knew you'd taste delicious, pet, and I love how wet you are for me already, when we've barely started."
She opened her mouth to say something, anything to defuse the sexually charged atmosphere between them, but, really, what was there to say? Her body gave her away as surely as though she'd have hung a neon sign around her neck, blatantly advertising her arousal.
"I phoned her to ask her what she was playing at. She knew I'd realize immediately that you weren't her, and do you know what she said?"
His voice dropped an octave, his accent thickening, and blood rushed in Sally's ears, as her body drew tight in need. She could come from listening to his voice alone. Deep, dark, and sensual it pulled her under until she was ready to do just about anything for him. He clearly knew the effect he was having on her, because he smiled and balled his hands into her hair to tug her head back. Junsako leant in closer and inhaled against the rapidly beating pulse point in her neck, and then licked a path up to her ear. His hot breath skittered across her senses, and she closed her eyes against the myriad of sensations assaulting her when he whispered in her ear.
"Ask me what she said, pet."
Sally swallowed several times to get her voice to work and then somehow squeaked her question.
"What did she say?"
"That she was sorry to deceive me, but that you needed taking care of. She also said, and I quote, ‘Sally is a born sub, and she needs to get laid. I wouldn't trust anyone but you with my little sister, so take care of her.’"
Sally pulled away from him to be able to see his expression, but she could read nothing but sincerity in his amazing eyes, and for the second time this evening her world tilted a little.
"Are you telling me she made herself ill on purpose so that she could send me instead?"
Junsako shrugged his massive shoulders and pulled her back until he could sink his teeth into the soft flesh of her ear lobe. The sharp sting shot straight to her clit, and she pulled a shuddering breath into her lungs.
"As to that, you would have to ask her. I wouldn't put it past her. She's always been impulsive, as I'm sure you know, and forgive me, but I really don't care too much about the mechanics." He delivered little bites along her neck, his teeth just sinking in enough to cause the most delicious erotic pain that meant her nipples hardened, her breasts grew heavy, and her pussy grew so wet it was getting uncomfortable.
"Now, if that covers all your objections, I'm mighty hungry, and I want to eat."
Sally's heartbeat went into overdrive, and her breaths grew shallow. Her amazing tits rose and fell in rapid succession, and even through the cover of the soft blanket Junsako could see her nipples firm into hard little beacons. He could smell the sweet musk of her arousal, laced with her nervousness. His little subbie was thinking too much. His?
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.