Hello lovely peeps. It's time for your Mid Week Tease, hosted by the awesome Sandra Bunino. It's been quite an exciting week for me so far, because yesterday saw the release of Through the Dom's Lens.
Not only that, at the point of writing this my little tale sat at #34 of the Amazon Interracial Erotica chart. Told you it was exciting!
So, I thought I would bring you one last tease from this story. It's showing Junsako's softer side, as he gives Sally some after care.
"Don't, I'm too heavy."
Junsako grasped her tender ass cheeks and squeezed with enough force for her to yelp.
"Do you really want to go there, pet? I have a flogger with your name on it. Maybe that will convince you that I love this ass and the rest of you. All of you."
He looked uncomfortable for a second as though he'd said something that he shouldn't have done, but then he smiled and disentangled himself from under her.
"Stay there, pet. I'll run us a bath, and then you can tell me exactly why the fuck you think so little of yourself."
Sally would have protested. Her mind screamed at her to do just that, but in her post-orgasmic haze and so deliciously sore, she only nodded and closed her eyes. She would just rest here for a while and let him take care of everything. The thought took a huge weight of her shoulders, and happiness suffused her whole being. It was so nice to not have to think.
She must have dozed off, because she startled awake when Junsako slid one arm behind her back, and one under her knees. His muscles bulged as he lifted her with seeming effortless ease, and Sally hung onto his biceps. He smiled down on her when she traced a fingernail along the intricate tattoo of a dragon covering the hard muscle.
"Why a dragon?" she asked.
Junsako didn't answer her. He shouldered the door open to the bathroom, and Sally gasped. Scented candles filled the place, and the enormous bathtub was filled with luxurious bubbles. Before she had a chance to process any of this, he stepped into the tub with her still in his arms and sat down.
The water stung as it hit her sore ass, and Junsako swore softly at her hiss of pain.
"Sorry, pet, this will only sting a moment. The water contains healing herbs that will help to soothe you. I'm afraid I've been rather hard on you for your first time in a scene."
Sally shook her head and twisted her head to be able to see him. He looked tense, and she smiled at him.
"No, not too hard. I needed that, Sir, and, besides, I loved it."
His tense shoulders relaxed, and Sally, too, felt her muscles uncurl, as the water worked its magic. Cocooned between his strong legs with her back resting against his hard chest, she let her head fall back and sighed.
A chuckle went through Junsako's big frame, and Sally marveled at the difference between them. He was so dark, and tall, and solid compared to her soft body, and it made her feel wholly cherished and feminine to have him surround her like that.
"Better?" he asked, and she sighed in bliss.
"Much, this is heavenly. I wouldn't have pegged you for such a romantic, Sir."
Junsako kissed her shoulder, using one large hand to pull her hair away from her neck, and she could feel his lips curl up into a smile as he kissed her just under the ear. Sally squirmed at the sensation, and he brought his other arm round her waist to hold her still.
"Why, my lovely?" His hot breath whispered across her wet skin, and she shivered in response.
He sat her up more and after filling a jug of water poured it up and down her back, over her shoulders and her breasts, until her skin heated with awareness of him.
"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."
"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."
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.