Through the Dom's Lens (6 page)

Sally's
cheeks grew so hot, she was sure she could have fried an egg on them, but the
spark of approval and the sinful smile that curled around his full lips meant
she swallowed her embarrassment and carried on speaking.

"I'm
new to this, that is true, but I did my research. I've been interested in this
for a while. I just never realized it would be so … so…" Her words
faltered and she looked to him for help, but he shook his head and his smile
deepened.

"Oh,
no, pet, use your words. I can guess what you're going to say, but I'm rather
enjoying seeing you squirm, and as I'm not a mind reader we'll need to be on
the same page."

Sally
looked for the right word, and in the end she just settled for one.

"Hot."

****

She
was going to be the death of him. Seeing her all hot and bothered like this,
knelt on the floor before him pleased his inner Dom no end. How far could he
push her, he wondered?

Junsako
hadn't been able to sleep, too revved up by their scene to relax into sleep, so
he'd simply held his precious bundle for a while. Eventually he'd got up. He
might as well look at the pictures he'd taken. They had far exceeded his
expectation, and he'd been half erect ever since. Seeing her luscious body
framed by the ropes, her facial expression so blissful, the gift of her trust
in him had humbled him. It had taken all of his willpower to not go back in his
bedroom and wake her up, but she'd needed her sleep. His pet had gone deep and
hard, and she would need time to recover.

Now,
however, the gloves were off.

"Crawl
toward me, pet."

She
blinked several times, but she did comply hesitantly at first and then with
more confidence. The lopsided action made her tits swing from side to side, and
Junsako grew hard as nails. He groaned under his breath, and she looked up. Her
gaze snared on his crotch, and an impish smile kicked up the corners of her
mouth.

"Is
something amusing you, pet?" he asked. His voice came out hoarse, and he
closed his eyes and shook his head to regain some semblance of control. When he
sensed her just in front of her, her little panty breaths wafting across his
bare skin, he opened his eyes and yanked his sweat pants down to release his
throbbing cock.

Sally
blinked again and without waiting for his permission leant forward to lick
across his slit. The warmth of her moist tongue had his balls draw tight, and
he wrapped his fists around her hair and yanked her off.

She
yelped, but her scent increased, and her nipples firmed even more. Hard little
points they dug into his legs and let him know how much she was with him on
this.

"First
lesson, pet.
As well as be on your knees, you will crawl up to
me and greet me by sucking my cock. In future, ask permission to touch me,
first."

Sally
ran her tongue round her lips again and grinned, and Junsako bit back a smile.
She would be a bratty sub, and didn't he like those most of all.

"Please,
may I suck your cock, Sir?"

The
sweet plea pleased him even more, and he inclined his head, not trusting his
voice at all. With a whimper she took his hard length deep and sucked.

Fuck
it, she was too good at this, and he was too far gone to last five minutes. The
rhythmic actions of her tongue joined the convulsions of her throat, as she
deep throated him. He started to thrust into her mouth, and she swallowed
around his head as he hit the back of her throat repeatedly. Seeing his dick
coated in her saliva, her mouth stretched around his thick girth as she let him
fuck her mouth in ever faster and more aggressive thrusts had his orgasm surge
forth in record time.

His
balls drew up and his cock swelled and pulsed, and as though she sensed how
close he was she brought her hands up to fondle his balls.

With
an almighty roar of completion he shot his load straight down the back of her
throat. Sally sputtered and gagged, but she swallowed every last drop. Eyes
closed, she worked his softening dick until she'd drawn every last drop out of
him, and then she proceeded to lick him clean.

Junsako
let out a long breath and patted her head, as she curled herself around his
legs and rested her head on his thigh.

"Good
girl. That was so fucking
good
, my pet."

Sally
gave a little content sigh, and his chest tightened in a way he hadn't felt in
far too long. She was a born sub, and keeping her next to his legs, one hand on
her hair soothed them both. He went back to work on his portfolio, and he felt
the change in her when her set of pictures popped up again.

Sally
tensed against his legs and tried to turn her head away. Junsako had
anticipated that move, however, and pinned her with his legs instead. Grasping
her chin with his free hand he nudged her head up. He didn't miss the way her
gaze darted to the computer screen and then away. She stoically refused to look
at the image of her suspended in the air. The crimson ropes made a beautiful
contrast to her pale skin. They framed her heavy breasts, crossed her torso and
showed her lush, ripe ass and thick thighs. Her cute little pussy looked
swollen and wet, and his cock rose again with predictable efficiency. With her
long auburn hair partially obscuring her face, and the blindfold covering her
eyes, her identity was safe. This was the picture he was going to use as his
main focus for his planned exhibition.

Her
body was so relaxed, a direct contrast to the nervous tension that poured off
of her now. Her fingernails dug into his skin, even through the material of his
sweat pants, and if she didn't slow down her breathing she was in serious
danger of hyperventilating.

Junsako
pulled her up from her kneeling position until she sat on his lap. He wrapped
his arms around her upper body and put one thigh over her legs to stop her from
squirming, as she tried to get away.

"Be
still, pet. Enough."

Sally
turned into a wild cat, pushing against him.

"Let
me go.
Red, dammit, red, red, red.
I can't do
this."

Chapter Six

Sally
knew she was screaming, yet she didn't seem able to stop, and the fact that
Junsako released her immediately just made her burst into tears. God, she
couldn't do this. She was an utter failure. She couldn't even look at a picture
of herself naked. She should just go, but she couldn't do that either.
Junsako's dark hand on her thigh made her cry harder. He drew lazy circles over
it, up and down one leg and then the other. She couldn't understand what he was
saying to her, as he'd once again lapsed into Japanese, but his solid warm
frame surrounded her. His arm rested against her back, not restraining her, but
offering his silent support, and she hung her head and hid behind the curtain
of her hair.

"
Shhh
, pet.
It's okay. Just let it all
out."

He
gave her a gentle nudge, and she fell against his chest. He rolled his chair
away from his desk and that dreadful picture of her fatty self, and then leaned
down to pick something up. In the next instant the towel she had dropped
earlier appeared around her shoulders, and she
hiccupped
her thanks into his chest.

He
continued to hold her, a quiet, reassuring presence until finally she sat up.
Junsako tugged her hair behind her ears, and the concern in his face almost
made her burst into tears again.

"Do
you want to tell me what that was all about, pet?"

She
shook her head, and annoyance replaced the concern in his onyx eyes and it sent
a shiver of ice cold dread down her spine.

"I
shall rephrase that,
girl.
You
will
tell me what had you so
spooked that you shouted red."

She
didn't know what possessed her, but she stuck her tongue out and shook her
head.

"No.
You said I could use my safe word, so I did. You can't make me …
ow
."

The
slap to her thigh hurt—really hurt, and he looked so pissed off with her, that had
she been able to she would have taken several steps back. Heck, who was she
kidding? She would have fled the room. However she was still sat on his lap,
and he looked just about ready to put her over his knee, and that thought
really shouldn’t turn her on, should it?

No doubt
if he if he did that, it wouldn’t be an enjoyable experience, but he would make
it hurt. She had pissed him off, perhaps even tested his patience too much. It
was on the tip of her tongue to say red again. He wouldn't push the issue then,
but what would that achieve, apart from displeasing him? She wasn't a coward
and she wanted, no, needed this. If she chickened out now, she would never
experience the full impact of true submission. Still it was one thing to know
that, another to voice it out loud.

"I-I'll
just go, shall I?" she said instead of the words on her heart.

Another,
just as stinging swat to her other thigh made her bite her lip to stop from
crying out. This one left an angry red hand print on her pale skin, and her
tummy did a merry somersault at that visible mark left by him.

Her
clit tingled and her nipples pushed against the arms she had folded over them,
and she grew wet again. He would notice, dammit, and what would he think of
her?

She
was a fucking head case that's what she was. Why did he bother with her?

"You're
not going anywhere, pet, until we've discussed what just happened. Why did you
react like that? Was it seeing
yourself
in that pose?
I'll keep your identity secret. No one will know it is you in that picture
and—"

"Stop,
please, just stop. I … I can't. I'm ugly and fat, and that picture is—"

Junsako's
growl in answer stopped her. It was a sound not unlike a wild animal would make,
and it was also one of the sexiest sounds she'd ever heard. Her skin tightened,
and the fine hair on her body rose in response to that animalistic sound and
the leashed aggression she sensed in him. His muscles coiled underneath her,
and his fingers dug into her face painfully, as he yanked her chin up to make
her look at him.

Flecks
of yellow appeared in his dark eyes. Like swirling storm clouds on a summer's
day they warned of impending disaster. By rights she ought to have been
frightened, but it had the opposite effect on her. Her whole body went limp at
the show of his dominance, as he pinned her in place with the intensity of his
look.

"Are
you calling me a liar, girl?"

The
question confused her and she tried to shake her head, but he had an iron grip
on her. He slid his hand down to her throat and squeezed. Not so hard that she
couldn't breathe, but hard enough to make her worry and sit perfectly still.
The blanket slipped off her shoulders, and she paid it no heed. She daren't,
not with him studying her so intently. She knew deep down that he would not
take this too far, even if she couldn't explain to herself how she knew that.
She just did, and she realized with a start that she trusted him. Time would
tell if that trust was misplaced. After all, she had trusted before, and it had
all ended in heartache.

"I
don't understand, Sir. I haven't—"

The
pressure on her throat tightened, until she wheezed. Panic set in for that
brief moment until he relaxed his hand a fraction and her breathing calmed down
again.

"I
took those pictures.
Pictures of a beautiful woman, who gave me
her submission.
I see a work of art, the lines of her body displayed for
my enjoyment. I see curves and flesh that I can hold onto while I fuck. An ass
I want to bury my cock in, tits made for my cushions, and thighs to hold me
tight as I thrust into my pet. I see
you,
all of you, and you're
beautiful."

****

Sally's
almond eyes widened and filled with yet more tears that she tried to blink
away. She didn't succeed. They ran a zig-
zag
path
down her cheeks until they fell on his hand, and he scowled at the sight. Her
heartbeat thundered under his fingers, and a myriad of emotions crossed her
face.

She
didn't believe him, and he wanted to tear limb from limb the bastard who made
her so wary. There could only be one reason why Sally reacted like that to her
picture. Some man had done a number on her, had made her see her womanly body
as fat and ugly when she was anything but.

"Who
the fuck was he?" he asked.

"W-what?"
A
tremor went through her body, and she dropped her gaze.

"
Look
at me, when I'm talking to you, pet. You have earned yourself enough punishment
as it is. If you want to be able to sit down tomorrow then I would suggest you
start doing as you're told and start talking."

"P-punishment?
You mean, you'll…?"

There
was an almost hopeful tone to her voice, and he bit back a smile as amusement
chased away some of his anger.