Through the Dom's Lens (8 page)

"I'm
going to wash your hair, pet. Stay like that for a minute."

"You
don't have to do that." Sally's half-hearted protests fell on deaf ears,
as he reached across for the shower head attached to the bath taps, and turned
it on.

"I
know that, pet, but I want to do this for you."

He
winked at her, and Sally just melted.

"Now
tell me why you didn't think I'd be a romantic, not that I think I've done
anything much to warrant that title."

He
tested the water on his arms and then knelt behind her to give him better
access to her.

"Shut
your eyes, pet."

Soothing
warm water hit her face when she did so, and Sally moaned softly when he
lathered her now wet hair with shampoo. His strong fingers massaged her scalp,
until her whole body went limp. She let her head fall on her chest, and his
amused tones washed over her.

"You're
not falling asleep on me there, are you?"

"No,
of course not, Sir.
You're just so very good at this."

Junsako
laughed.

"You
should see me give a massage, pet. If you're a good girl, perhaps I'll give you
a demonstration tomorrow."

His
voice had dropped to a growly whisper that made her pussy clench in need and
made her want to jump him again. Would he mind if she took the initiative and
rode him in the bath like some sort of water nymph? Her breaths grew labored,
and she rubbed her legs together at the erotic thoughts swirling through her
brain and then promptly spluttered as water hit her straight in the face.

"Stop
trying to get yourself off, girl. That's my job, and, besides you haven't
permission to come right now. Now hold still so that I can wash the shampoo out
of your hair."

Sally
froze at the hint of annoyance in his tones, and she held perfectly still, even
when he proceeded to lather up a sponge and wash her body down.

Arousal
zinged through her body as his strokes grew harder. He lingered on her nipples,
running the sponge across the rigid tips until she felt like screaming, and she
opened her thighs eagerly when he ran the sponge under the water. He abandoned
it and used his fingers instead.

"Naughty
girl."
He bit down on her earlobe and circled her clit
with just one calloused fingertip until beads of perspiration broke out on
Sally's lips, and she bit them to stop herself from screaming.

"Please,
Sir. I can't … I'll come if you don't stop."

"Oh,
no you won't. Your orgasm belongs to me, girl, and you will not come until I
let you."

Her
oversensitive clit swelled and throbbed, and Sally tightened her stomach
muscles to the point of pain to stop herself from giving her body the release
Junsako was mercilessly pushing her toward.

There
was a little comfort in his hard cock pressing into her lower back, as his hips
thrust against her in involuntary movements of his own. Why was he torturing
them both?

"Please,
Sir. Let me come, and please, Sir, let me come on your cock.
 
I want you so much, please. I know you
want this, too."

Sally
could hardly believe the crass words coming from her, but if he didn’t let her
come she would explode and he would, too, from the feel of him.

****

Junsako
groaned, hearing her echo his feelings so succinctly. He hadn't started this to
have sex with her again, but he seemed utterly incapable of keeping his hands
off of her. His cock had reared into action the minute he had her soft,
delicious body lean so trustingly against him. Her sigh of sheer bliss when the
scented bath water had worked its magic on her sore ass, had shot straight to
his balls. Even putting some distance between them so that he could wash her
hair hadn't helped in the slightest.

With
her long wet tresses clinging to her wet skin they just served to enhance her
womanly curves. Strands of it clung to her breasts, and the needy sounds she
didn’t seem to be aware of making had turned his thoughts to sex in record
time. Finding her folds slick and wet with her essence, her internal muscles
trying to draw his fingers inside her tight cunt showed him how much she wanted
this.

He
groaned into her neck, and she turned until she was knelt between his legs. The
head of his swollen prick bobbed out of the water, and she grinned and bent
down to kiss it.

"Jesus,
pet, stop."
He grasped her hair to pull her back up
again, and she pouted. All her earlier insecurity had vanished, leaving in its
place a woman flushed with her need for him. Her gaze sought his, and the
depths of emotion in her beautiful eyes, flooded his chest with the warmth of
his feelings. He'd said it earlier in the heat of the moment, but she hadn't
picked up on it. Maybe she thought he'd told every woman he had sex with that
he loved them. Men did, he knew that, but Junsako had never been one for empty
words. He'd shocked the hell out of himself for uttering those words to Sally,
almost as much as her calling him a romantic. That was a notion for romance
novels and chick flicks. In real life so-called love didn't exist, outside of
the love a mother showed her child. Junsako had learned that at knee high when
the father he'd adored had simply upped and left them with nothing. To add
insult to injury, they'd learned too late that he had several
families
in different states.

His
mother, God rest her soul had been the romantic one, clinging onto his father's
name and insisting he use it. Junsako frowned at his thought processes.
Romantic indeed.

He
wasn't one, or at least he hadn't been until Sally had walked into his studio
and his life. Could you fall in love so quickly and irrevocably, or was this
just his dick talking? It had been way too long since he'd last been laid after
all.

"Please,
Sir, let me."

Her
breathy words pulled him out of his internal thought processes, and he groaned.

"We
can't. Believe it or not, I had no intention of us having sex—" he paused
and shook his head. Fuck
it,
nothing ventured nothing
gained, and all that. He framed her face in his hands and rested his forehead
on her until their breaths mingled, and she sighed into his mouth.

"I'm
not prepared, pet. I didn't intend on us making love in the bath. I haven't got
condoms handy, so we need to stop this."

Instead
of pulling away, like he'd thought she would, Sally scooted closer. She locked
her hands behind his neck and kissed him. He should stop her, he knew that, but
the way she moaned into his mouth as her tongue traced his lips and danced
around his made him incapable of doing so. Instead he took charge of the kiss,
and Sally climbed into his lap. It was only when she reached down to
grasp
the base of his cock that reason took hold and he
grasped her wrist to stop her.

"We
can't, pet."

She
paid him no heed. Shy girl turned
seductress,
she
lifted up and rubbed her slick pussy all over the head of his dick, until he
ground his teeth in frustration.

"Do
you always use condoms, Sir?"

He
locked his jaw at her breathy question and curled his hands into her hips to
stop her from moving, until she sat poised just over his dick. His damn prick
almost jumped in excitement at being so close to her velvet heat, and he swore.

"Of
course I do. Why?"

"Because
I'm clean and I'm on the pill. Have been since I was a teenager, so, please,
Sir. I want you in me, just you. No barriers."

Neither
one of them moved as they stared at each other, and Junsako released his tight
hold on her hips. With a sigh that rivaled his Sally lowered
herself
slowly until all of his cock was surrounded by her tight heat. With her eyes
closed and her mouth slightly open she was utterly breathtaking, and when she
started to slowly rock up and down his cock, Junsako couldn't tear his gaze
away from the sight of her riding him. He grasped the sides of the bath to stop
himself from taking charge.

The
feel of her silken walls tightening around his dick drove him to the brink of
release in record time. Without any barriers every sensation was heightened,
and he ground his teeth as his balls drew up, and the pressure built at the
base of his spine. The rhythmic waves of her internal walls told him she was
close, and her movements grew more urgent. Her fingernails dug into his
shoulder, and he welcomed the slight pain. It kept him focused on keeping his
own release at bay.

"Look
at me, pet. I want to see you when you fall apart."

Sally
opened her eyes, and her pants grew frantic, as she struggled to go over that
cliff.

"I-I
can't.
 
Please … help me."

It
was all he needed, and Sally gasped when he grabbed her hips, lifted her almost
all the way off his dick, and then slammed her
back down. He thrust up
at the same time, impaling himself completely in her clenching cunt, and Sally
screamed, as her orgasm burst from her at the same time his ripped through his
body.

Water
splashed over the sides, extinguishing the candles closest to them on the
floor, and with Sally shaking in aftershocks he shot his cum deep inside her
body. He allowed himself two more deep pumps into her core, before Sally
collapsed on top of him, and he shut his eyes, and simply cradled her to him.

Chapter Eight

Sally
woke up the next morning with only the haziest memories of having gotten back
here in the first place. Not that it mattered, not when she was pinned in place
by Junsako's heavy arm across her waist. His large hand grasped her breast, one
of his legs was flung over hers, and his cock hardened against her ass, when
she gave a little wiggle. His rough hair on her ass cheeks still smarted a
little,
and Sally grinned as happiness suffused her whole
being.

She
could so get addicted to kinky sex in general and Junsako in particular. One
thing she did remember with crystal clear memory had been the way he'd said “
make
love”.
Her heart turned into a jackhammer again, just as it had done last
night, and she closed her eyes and allowed herself to believe that he'd
actually meant it.

"My
pet is thinking too much again, it seems."

Junsako's
sleepy rumble into her shoulder sent a shiver of need down her spine, and she
turned to be able to see his face. He smiled at her, and she
grinned
right back at him.

"Morning,
Sir."

His
smile deepened, and he kissed her nose.

"Not
too sore this morning, I hope?" he asked.

"Nothing
I can't handle. Why? Is there something I can do for Sir this morning?"

His
cock twitched against her thigh in answer, and she giggled.

"May
I?" she asked, and at his nod she scooted down to take his shaft as deep
into her mouth as she could. Junsako groaned, and she stepped up her efforts as
the first drops of his pre-cum coated her tongue. Sally had never been a huge
fan of going down on a man before, but with Junsako this, too, was a heady
experience. His thigh muscles tensed, when she grazed his length with her
teeth, and she smiled round his thick girth at his whispered, "Fuck,
girl."

Before
she could bring him to release, however, he'd pulled her off him and flipped
her over so that she was lying face down on the bed. He nudged her legs apart
with his thigh and then rubbed his cock along her slit just once before he
thrust into her pussy.

The
angle meant he hit her g-spot with every slow and measured thrust, and the
breath left her lungs as his weight pinned her to the bed. He rubbed his
morning stubble across her shoulders, and when he reached around and under to
pinch her clit, Sally saw stars. Filled to the brim by his thick cock
pistoning
in and out of her body, she tightened and relaxed
around him, as she struggled to stave off her release, until he gave her
permission. When he grunted his own fulfillment into her neck and warmth spread
inside her core, he finally let her come, and Sally flew at his growled,
"Come hard for me, baby,
now
."

By
the time she became aware of her surroundings again, she was cocooned in
Junsako's arms with him smiling down on her.

"I
think I might make this our morning ritual, pet."

Sally
shut her eyes and snuggled into his chest, not trusting her ability to form
coherent words right now. That sounded as though he wanted to keep her around,
as though he cared for her, and that just couldn't be.

Junsako's
sigh raised the ends of her fringe, and he cupped her chin to make her look at
him.

"Talk
to me, pet. What's going on in that head of yours?"

It
was a question, but it wasn't, and apprehension made her stomach churn, as he
gave her his undivided attention.