Through the Dom's Lens (5 page)

He
lapped at her juices as though they were the sweetest ice cream, and when her
clit became too sensitive and she tried to pull away he pushed his hands under
her ass cheeks and lifted her up, so that he could lick up and down her cleft
and around her anus.

Sally
tensed at the unfamiliar sensation, but his deep rumble against her slit, sent her
over the edge again.

"That's
it, fly for me, pet. I want to eat every part of you. This belongs to me
now."

The
possessive words should have appalled her, but she found herself slipping into
the same blissful state she'd been in with the feel of the ropes on her skin.
The sound of his voice alone, coupled with the rough friction of his tongue as
he cleaned the last remnants of the meal off her body, was enough. Intense
waves of pleasure coursed through her when he pushed first one and then several
more digits into her channel and massaged a spot deep inside her vagina that
sent her tumbling into an orgasm so intense she screamed.

By
the time the world stopped spinning and she could catch her breath, Junsako had
undressed completely, and her mouth went dry at the sight of him fully naked.

Seeing
him topless had been more than enough of a feast for the senses but this … this
was something else.
 
Junsako was ripped
in all the right places, from his massive shoulders and biceps, covered in
tattoos, to his impressive pectorals and washboard abs. Free of any hair, bar a
fine trail that led to his cock, his ebony skin gleamed in the scant light left
from the setting sun. He grasped his thick shaft at the base and stroked up and
down slowly. A drop of pre-cum appeared on the mushroom tip of his dick, and
Sally licked her lips.

A
wicked smile appeared on his face, and he knelt next to her head.

"Open
up, pet."

Sally
needed no further encouragement, and Junsako slipped his cock into her mouth
slowly. A hiss escaped him as she swirled her tongue around his shaft and
hollowed out her cheeks to suck.

Hot,
spicy, salty, and so undeniably him, his unique musk had everything inside her
climb again. He tasted so damn good, and his barely concealed grunts as he
buried his fists in her hair and started to fuck her mouth gave her the warm
glow of pleasure. The knowledge that she pleased him, that it was her who got
this hunk of a man so excited, was a heady aphrodisiac indeed.

She
sucked harder when he swore and tried to pull away, but she should have known
it was a useless exercise. Junsako simply yanked her hair so hard it brought
tears to her eyes and pulled out. Breathing heavily he turned away, and Sally
whined her disappointment.

"Shush,
my pet. You're too good at this, and I want to come inside you. I want to feel
your sweet cunt tighten and quiver, as you come around my cock, and scream my
name."

The
rustle of foil made her moan in anticipation, and then Junsako was back between
her thighs. Her back arched off the bed when he thrust home in one brutal push
that bordered on painful. Her sensitive tissues screamed at her as they
struggled to accommodate his length and girth, and he stilled and kissed her.

In
direct contrast to the forceful invasion of her body this kiss was a gentle,
almost reverent exploration of her mouth that made her wish he would never stop
kissing her. Elbows either side of her head he held his weight off her and then
started to thrust.
Slowly at first and then with increasing
speed.
When he broke the kiss and licked down the column of her neck, he
pulled all the way out and then slammed home with enough force to propel her up
the bed as far as the restraints would give.

"Fuck,
so
good
. You're so fucking tight and hot, pet."

He
growled the words into her neck and then kissed his way down toward her
breasts, all the while keeping up the long drag and slide inside her channel.
Every thrust woke up new nerve endings until Sally panted her need. When he bit
down on her nipple it sent her over the edge, and Junsako lost his iron
control.

He
swore loud and hard and drove into her like a madman. It hurt, and yet it was
oh so good, as he claimed her inside and out.

"One
more time, pet.
You can give me one more." His
sweat dripped into her cleavage as their skin slid against each other. The wet
sounds of their coupling filled the air, until she could barely breathe.

Sally
thrashed her head from side to side in denial.

"No,
please, I can't. No more … I … Oh …
yeees
!"

He
changed the angle of his thrusts and pinched her clit with one hand, and Sally
flew again. A high pitched wail escaped her, and Junsako grunted his release
into her shoulder, as he pumped several more times into her, while she lay
there shuddering in aftershocks that didn't seem to want to stop.

He
clucked his tongue in apology when he pulled out of her, and Sally winced at
the soreness left behind.

The
bed tipped and then there was the sound of running water, and he was back,
releasing her out of her cuffs.

From
far way, Sally heard his voice praising her, calling her his good girl, and
then there was the feel of a wet washcloth as he cleaned her.

Every
careful swipe of that warm cloth against her overheated skin left tingles of
awareness in their place, but Sally was too tired to act on them. Her limbs
grew heavy and her breaths slower until the world and all its worries drifted
away.

She
knew this couldn't last, despite the sweet endearments Junsako whispered in her
ear. They were poles apart. He had given her a wonderful memory, one that she
would treasure always, but that's all this was. She would tell him so, just as
soon as … as soon as.

Sleep
claimed her before she could finish that sentence.

Chapter Five

Sally
woke up on her own with the moonlight slanting across the big bed she was
sprawled across. Junsako's scent clung to the bedding, and despite the
unfamiliar soreness between her thighs, or maybe because of it she smiled in
the darkness. When was the last time she had felt so deliciously used, and
utterly sated for that matter?

Never,
that was the answer, and a giggle of happiness escaped her. Surely he must care
for her a little, even if it was purely sexual? She sure as hell wasn't going
to analyze it now, not when she was dying for a pee anyway. A light came
through the gap of the slightly ajar door opposite the wall to ceiling windows,
and the faint sound of guitar music came through interspersed with the clicking
of a keyboard.

Junsako
must be working. An uneasy feeling settled in her gut. Was he even now looking
at the pictures he had taken of her? She'd hoped to be far away from him when
he did.
Maddy
was the photogenic one, not her, and
regardless of what he'd said he would no doubt be disgusted with what he saw.

Her
bladder once again reminded her of its presence, and she gingerly slid off the
bed and padded to the other door leading off Junsako's bedroom.

The
light came on automatically when she opened the door, and she blinked in the
harsh brightness of his en-suite bathroom. Barring a tiny skylight there was no
natural light in this room, but like the rest of Junsako's place it was
understated elegance to the full.

A
walk in shower unit took up one corner, the toilet and wash basin stood on one
wall and on the opposite side a claw footed, and enormous bath tub invited you
to luxuriate.
 
Sally suppressed the
insane urge to run a bath and to soothe her aching muscles. There would be room
for two people in there, and her cheeks heated at the mere thought, before the
urgent demands of her body forced her to take care of business.

That
done, she washed her hands and splashed water on her face, and then wrapped one
of the big, fluffy bath towels she found on the rail around herself.

There
. She felt much
better with all of her wobbly bits not on display anymore, and ready to face
Junsako—sort of.
 
The coward in her
wanted to just crawl back into bed and feign sleep, but, truth
be
told she was wide awake now, and the knowledge that
Junsako was only a few yards away behind the other door drew her like the moth
to a flame.

Taking
a deep breath, she ran her fingers through her hair to restore some form of
order, grimaced at her wide-eyed reflection, and padded across to the door.

She
froze on the doorstep, the sight of Junsako deeply engrossed at the computer
such a sight for sore eyes that she couldn't move. Wearing nothing but low
slung sweat pants, his muscles rippled and bunched when he pushed away from the
PC and stretched. Instantly she grew wet, and her breasts ached and tingled.
One session with him had turned her into a raving nymphomaniac, it seemed.

Junsako
inhaled sharply, as though he could smell her arousal and need for him, which
was a ridiculous notion, of course. It would mean that he was as aware of her
as she was of him, and that was just wishful thinking.

He
swung his chair around, and Sally swallowed hard at the way his eyebrows drew
together in a frown. Immediately she dropped her gaze to his chest and then his
groin. His impressive bulge grew bigger in front of her eyes, and Sally felt
rather faint as a rush of feminine power went through her. From the soles of
her feet to the tips of her hair, she tingled under his silent scrutiny, the
heat of his gaze like a physical caress on her skin.

The
towel felt too much all of a sudden. Her skin chafed under it, as his
disapproval radiated off him.

"Why
are you covered up, pet?
My house is warm, and you know I want
to see you naked."

The
deceptively quiet drawl nonetheless held an edge of pure steel that had more of
her moisture coat the top of her thighs.

"I'm
sorry, Sir. I just don't feel very comfortable naked."

An
uncomfortable silence fell between them as he sighed, and he drummed his
fingers on one of his thighs. Sally could not tear her eyes away from the
irritated movement of those digits.

"Pet?
The towel, drop it.
Now!"

Those
annoyed tones finally galvanized her into action, and she released the knot on
her towel with fumbling fingers. It fell to the floor behind her with a quiet
thud, and she fought the urge to cover herself up with her hands.

"Better,
but why are you still standing?"

Confused
for a moment she simply gaped at him until he pointed his index finger to the
floor, and the penny dropped in her mind. She dropped to her knees and then
glanced up to him to see the fleeting smile that crossed his features. It was
enough to make her smile inside though.

"Much
better, pet, much better.
We'll have to work on your posture, but
this is a nice start. I realize this is new to you, but when we're at home,
just the two of
us,
I want you naked and on your knees
when you greet me, is that understood?"

A
shiver went through her at the sheer decadence of that suggestion. Only it
wasn't a suggestion, was it? Junsako was very much in full Dom mode, and that's
what she wanted, wasn't it?

"Is
there a problem, pet?" he asked. His voice sounded bored, but the hand on
his thigh balled into a fist as though he was worried about her response. But
why would he be? A man like him no doubt had countless willing
submissives
queue ‘round the corner for his time.

"I
asked you a question, and I demand an answer."

The
whip like words made her jump, and she knew she must look a state knelt on the
floor. Her juices no doubt left a wet stain on the carpet, because, Lord help
her, if him like this didn't turn her on to the point of frenzy.

"No,
problem, Sir."
She whispered her answer, utterly
incapable of projecting her voice with any authority right now. He'd heard her
though, because that tight fist released slightly, and he sighed again.

"Are
you sure? Sally, if I'm going too fast,
then
use your
safewords
."

The
use of her actual name grated, and she looked up to read his expression.

"Why
would I need to use my
safewords
? I'm just kneeling,
and truth
be
told…" She swallowed hard and licked
her dry lips. The action made him lean forward, and his gaze dropped to her
lips. His reaction gave her the strength to carry on. After all, everything she
had ever read about the lifestyle stressed the importance of honesty and
communication, so she owed it to both of them to voice her feelings.

"Yes?"
he asked. His voice dropped lower still, and her stomach clenched and
unclenched in nervous anticipation. He held her gaze, and she lost herself in
the heated concern in his black eyes.

"Truth
is
,
I have never been as turned on as I have with
you."