Doris is back with another hot one!
Thanks so much for having me
here today. J
Beauty is in the eye of the
beholder. No one knows that more than the hero of my story Through the Dom's
Lens. As a photographer he deals with a lot of models, and he'd be the first to
admit that industry's ideal of beauty is a size zero.
However, Junsako is looking
for a very particular body shape for this photo shoot. I let him tell you in
his words what he means.
****
"I
had very specific terms for this assignment, and none of those models were the
body shape I require for this set of pictures. I want to show off the beauty of
a woman's body. I want to enhance the soft flesh bound with my ropes. For that
I need a real woman—like you." Her soft gasp was music to his ears.
"I want to make you fly. To see your skin flushed with arousal and need,
to run my hands all over the abundant curves I can see under your dress. With
your permission, of course."
****
Now,
when Sally turns up at the end of a long day, which meant a fruitless search
amongst the usual stick insects sent his way, Junsako can't help but take
notice.
Not
only is she the exact body shape he's looking for. Sally is also a natural
submissive keen to experience a taste of the life style, and he is just the Dom
to give her that.
Junsako
never gets involved with his models, but for Sally, he changes all his personal
rules, and that little thing called love that he doesn't believe in?
Yeah…
he might just have to rethink that too.
Blurb:
Sometimes doing a favor can
change your life forever.
Never one to rate her
curves, Sally thinks her glamorous sister has lost the plot. Stand in for her
at a photo shoot with the most sought after bondage photographer ever?
She'll be laughed out of the
studio, or arrested, or both. However, the temptation to actually meet the man
she's been secretly lusting after for months proves too hard to resist.
Junsako cannot believe his
eyes, when Sally turns up. It's been a long time since the Dom in him felt such
an instant pull to anyone. All those curves will look beautiful in Shibari
suspension, and Sally proves to be a born submissive. If only she would let go
of her body issues and see the beautiful woman he sees through his lens.
Only one thing to
do—convince her—with as much kinky sex as possible.
Excerpt:
"I
want you to do something for me, pet. I want you to close your eyes and
remember that feeling."
She
frowned at him, but her eyes fluttered shut and after a while she smiled.
"Good,
you're there in your mind?"
"Yes,
Sir, I think so."
"Good
girl, now open your eyes and look at the screen again." She tensed
immediately and her smile slipped, but she did open her eyes and glanced at the
screen. He'd changed the image to a slide of the process of her being bound.
The first one showed her stood in front of him, looking nervous as hell, and
she tensed even more when she saw it.
"What
do you see, pet? Truly look at the picture, past the body, concentrate on your
facial expression and remember how you felt."
She
bit her lip, and her nose screwed up in concentration, but eventually she
answered him.
"I
was nervous…" she glanced at him and then continued in a whisper,
"and turned on."
"Good
girl, now the next picture. What do you see?"
In
this shot she was half in her chest harness and blindfold, and Junsako hardened
as he, too, remembered the heady thrill of binding her soft flesh in the rope.
The picture didn’t do the eroticism of the art justice. In his mind's eye,
however, he heard her soft sighs and mewls, he felt the rope slide through his
fingers and mark her skin, as she sank further into that blissful state of
submission.
Sally
remembered it, too, if her increased breathing and the dampness seeping through
his sweat pants were any indication. He didn't say anything else, afraid to
break the moment, just continued to bring up picture after picture, until she
wriggled on his lap, and he was hard enough to pound concrete again.
By
the time they were back at the picture he intended to use, tears were falling
down Sally's cheeks, but she was smiling this time.
"Thank
you, Sir, for helping me remember what it felt like. I still see a fat woman,
though. I know I'm not skinny and … oh."
The
breath whooshed out of her lungs when he stood up with her and flung her over
his shoulder. It was a matter of moments to cross the distance to his bedroom,
and Sally shrieked when he threw her on the bed face down.
Before
she had even stopped bouncing he grabbed her ankles and yanked her down until
her ass hung over the edge with her knees on the floor. He kicked her legs
apart, and took a moment to admire the view in front of him. With a flick of
the remote he turned on the ceiling spotlights. The soft lighting illuminated
Sally's shapely ass. With her legs spread wide, he had a perfect view of her
glistening pussy. Her cunt got wetter the longer he just stood there and watched
her, and when she tried to push herself up on her elbows he urged her back down
on the bed with his hand flat on the small of her back.
"Stay
still, pet. It amuses me to watch you like this. You have the most perfect ass,
my love. It will look even more beautiful when it's pink from my hand."
Sally
whimpered, and more of her juices slipped out of her clenching hole.
"I'm
going to spank that ass now, and then I'm going to fuck it. My little pet will like that, I think. Give
me a color, pet."
****
Sally's
heart beat so fast in her ears she was sure she'd have fallen to the floor had
she not been lying down already. Junsako's dirty words made her so wet her
juices were sliding down her inner thighs, and she found it difficult to
concentrate on his words.
An
open handed spank to her left ass cheek stung, and before she could open her
mouth another one followed to the right side this time.
"I
asked you a question, pet. What color are you?"
"Gr-green."
She murmured the words into the cover, as he dug his fingernails into her
tender skin and grabbed a generous handful. That should have mortified her, but
somehow it didn't.
"I
can't hear you, pet."
His
strained voice soothed her concerns. He sounded like a man aroused, and it gave
her an enormous thrill that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.
"Green,
Sir. I'm so green. Please don't stop. I—"
The
next spank set her ass on fire and sent her further up the bed, until her hips
dug into the edge. It was padded, with little hard nobbles, and just the right
height to stimulate her clit, as she discovered with the next few well-placed
open handed swats from his hands. He hit a different spot on her ass every
time, and with the added stimulation from the torture devices attached to the
side, she was close to coming in record time.
Higher
and higher she flew until time lost all meaning, and all that mattered was the
breathtaking pause before he spanked her again. When he finally stopped heat
radiated from her ass all over her body in rolling waves of bliss, and she ground
herself against the edge. So close, she was so damn close.
Junsako
grabbed her hips and pulled her away from the bed, and Sally whined her
protest.
He
kissed her shoulder, and chuckled into her neck, as his whole body seemed to
engulf her. His hard cock nestled in the cleft of her ass, and he delivered
little bites along her back, parallel to her spine. Every sharp sting made her
moan, interspersed as it was by his murmured words.
"So
beautiful, my pet. This luscious body belongs to me, and you will not come
without my permission, will you, pet?"
****
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good
description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily
basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from
adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with
children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive
husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do
after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the
locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her
characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will
find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any
peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and
sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as
they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting
love stories are guaranteed.
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