#BDSMhop See yourself through your Dom's eyes - BDSM Blog HOP #giveaway #interracial #mf #shibari

Welcome to my little corner of this great hop, where we celebrate all things kinky.

I wanted to share a little flash with you. It’s one I wrote some time ago, which encapsulates what BDSM means to me personally.

"Where are we, pet?"

The deep timbre of his voice broke through the sensual mist surrounding her. His hot breath feathered along nerve endings tingling with awareness, and she shivered. Surrounded by the feel and scent of him, suspended by his ropes digging into her skin, all she could do was let go.

"Answer me." His tone deepened with that edge of command, she was unable to resist, and she whispered her reply.

"Green, Sir … green … so green."

She felt his smile of approval in the butterfly kisses delivered along her heated skin—kisses that left a trail of awareness in their wake.

"Good girl, then fly." The husky words allowed her to sink deeper into bliss, secure in her Master's will. The day's stresses floated away, until the world narrowed to just him. Familiar and reassuring, the ropes immobilized her as much the knowledge that she was his, taken care of, loved, treasured.

The world would never understand their bond. This need, the freedom in being who her Master needed her to be. Only true submission could take her to that place of bliss deep inside.

She smiled, as his words registered.

"I own you, my pet."

If you haven’t guessed by now, my personal favourite are the ropes. I have yet to experience suspension, but it is certainly on my bucket list. Hubby/Sir is still very much learning the skills needed, and with young children underfoot we don’t get nearly enough time to play, but we grab our moments when we can.

Another favourite is the flogger, and if you had told me that even five years ago, I’d have called you insane. You see, Sir and I found our kinky sides shortly after our twentieth wedding anniversary, when we had a very frank discussion about the state of our sex lives.

He had always been the dominant party in our relationship, in the bedroom, at least, and looking back on our marriage now, I can see his dominance right through from the moment we met. As bratty as I am, I‘ve never argued when he gets *that* look.

*smiles*

We’ve both agreed that our relationship is much stronger since we had that discussion. Not only because of the much better sex, but, most importantly because our communication has improved tenfold. We’ve always been a couple who talks, but trust and honest communication are the key and an absolute must in any kind of BDSM related activity.

Simply put, I trust him not to take things too far, and he trusts me to cry red if I have to. Not that I ever have. He knows me far too well.

Such is the beauty of getting your kink on when you’ve been together for as long as we have. What happens, however, when you first set out into this lifestyle, and you meet for the first time?

I explore this quite often in my books, most recently in Through the Dom’s Lens.

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.

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking

In this scene, Sally had just screamed red. The reason? She can’t bear to see the pictures of herself. Now, Master J wouldn’t be who he is if he didn’t try to get the bottom of this….

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."

*sighs*

That right there is why Master J is one of my favourite heroes, and yes, there is a lot of my Sir in him.

If you like what you've read Through the Dom's Lens is available from Evernight Publishing Amazon Bookstrand ARe

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#MWTease from Through the Dom's Lens #aftercare #bdsm @evernightpub

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!

*grins*

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."

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."

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.

Buy links: Evernight Publishing Amazon  Amazon UK  Bookstrand  ARe

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D xx

#squee Through the Dom's Lens is here! #ReleaseDay @evernightpub #bdsm #interracial

*does the crazy shimmy*

It's release day for Through the Dom's Lens, so, I'm just a tad excited. In fact I'll be bouncing all over the internet for a few days, as I shout about this story.

I vividly recall when my muse first threw this idea at me. I had agreed to participate in a BDSM anthology and I woke up one morning with Sally in my ear, having an argument with her sister. Being the dutiful author I am, I sat down to write that conversation.

Junsako introduced himself. He was very polite and very Dom like, and then promptly stopped talking to me, and the story ground to a halt. I had a conversation with my critique partner, the awesome Raven McAllan, at the time, and this is what she said.

"Doris, don't take this the wrong way, but something is off here. I don't know what, but do you know what I mean?"

As per usual she was right. I was trying to force the issue, and that's just never going to work. You see my muse is a contrary being, and there is no arguing with her. Such is the joy of being a panster. When it works, my fingers fly, when it doesn't...

*shrugs*

I've learnt to trust in the process, so in the end I ended up writing something different for that Anthology, and this story was shelved for a while, until my muse send me searching for a visual for Master J.

I found it in Tyson Beckford, and wouldn't you know it, my fingers started flying, and Through the Dom's Lens took on a life of its own. To do Sally and Junsako justice the story needed to be much longer than anthology length, which is why it wasn't working before.

Easy to say that with hindsight, lol.

These two quickly morphed into two of my favourite characters, and I hope readers will fall in love with them as much as I did when I was writing. Sally has a lot of body issues to overcome, and Junsako is just the man to help her with those.

Here is an exclusive excerpt of Master J in action - Enjoy!

A door opened, and she didn't need to turn around to know it was him. His scent alone alerted her to his presence. The subtle shift in the ambience of the room that meant her whole body tightened in need. The fine hair on her arms rose, and her heart was trying to give itself a cardiac arrest. Never had Sally been this affected by any man before. She was no innocent, but no man had ever made her slick her panties just by his presence.

"Raise your head into the light for me, pet."

She responded to the silken command in those velvet tones immediately, and she could hear the laughter and approval when he added.

"Good girl. You're beautiful without all the war paint. I don't ever want to see you wear it again when you're with me, is that clear?"

"Yes, Master J."

"Call me Sir, pet. I haven't earned the right to demand you call me your Master—yet."

The way he said yet sent a rush of heat through her body. It had a possessive quality to it that she yearned to see more of. It was a direct contrast to her last so-called boyfriend, who had taken possessive to a whole new level of abusive. She pushed those thoughts away. Sally hadn't thought about him in ages, and she would not let unwelcome memories spoil this moment.

Junsako watched her patiently, and she took a deep breath.

"O-Okay … Sir."

His smile in answer sent the warmth of his approval through her veins, and he nodded and grew serious.

"Drop your robe off your shoulders and let me see you."

Sally complied, heat filling her cheeks at the thought of being that exposed to him, especially as all of his concentration was now on her. He murmured his instructions as he took pictures, and she had no choice but to follow those quiet demands. Only the click of the camera, the rustle of his clothes, and their combined breathing could be heard in the stillness of the room.

"That's my girl. Don't hide from me. Let me see those curves."

For what seemed like ages Sally twirled this way and that, whilst he took picture after picture, until finally he stepped into her view and put the digital camera down on a tripod.

He frowned when she tried to cover her breasts, and she hastily dropped her arms to the side.

"Better," he said, and her mouth went dry when she saw what he now held in his hands. It was a long length of crimson bondage rope, and he ran it through his fingers repeatedly as he studied her.

"Now that you're relaxed enough with the camera, I'm going to Shibari tie you. Just a simple design to start with, I think. Did Aikiri give you your safeword?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Which is?" he asked, his eyes crinkling up at the corners giving away his Japanese mother as surely as the straight black hair that kept falling into one eye. The color of his skin spoke of his American father, a combination that made him rather unique. Her fingers itched to touch him, but she knew better than to try.

"Red to stop, Sir. Green for okay, and yellow if I'm not sure of anything."

He stepped closer still and gently ran the rope over her collar bone and across her breasts. Instantly her nipples beaded into hard little nubs of pure need. He noticed of course, because that smile of his grew positively sinful, and he repeated the motion, until Sally couldn't hold back her whimper of excitement.

"And what color are we now, pet?" he asked.

"Green, Sir."

Sally grimaced at the breathy quality of her reply and sucked her breath in when he trailed that rope lower, across the quivering skin of her rounded tummy down to her mound. She spread her legs automatically, and he murmured his approval into her ear.

"Good girl. You're so wet for me already, and we've barely started."

She screwed her eyes shut, as heat flooded her cheeks. By rights she ought to be mortified, but the almost reverent tones in which he praised her responses left no room for shame. Just heated arousal, which flushed her skin, as he ran the soft rope through her slick folds with just enough pressure to tease.

"I'm going to do something else, to make sure you truly let go, my love. I can almost see those thoughts swirling in your brain." He cupped her face, his own so close that his hot breath skittered across her skin like a sensual embrace.

"Look at me."

Her eyes fluttered open to see him studying her, and he kissed her nose softly.

"That's my girl. I'm going to blindfold you, to make this easier on you. Let all those thoughts go, and just allow yourself to feel. I'll keep you safe, pet. That's my job, and I'm very good at it."

On any other man that would have sounded boastful, but he simply stated the truth, and Sally knew that. Heaven knows she'd researched him enough beforehand. For the life of her she couldn’t get her voice to work, however, so she simply looked up at him and nodded.

His smile of approval made her insides dance in joy, and her heart missed a beat when he produced a silken blindfold and tied it around her eyes.

"Color, pet?"

Sally tried to respond, she really did, but the unintelligible sound she produced didn't make any sense to her. It must have been enough for him, though, because he chuckled and tightened that rope left between her legs so much that she had to stand on tiptoes and lean into him with a gasp of pleasure.

"That's it, my love." His murmured assurance grounded her as every stroke of his hands, and every brush of the rope against her skin pitched her arousal higher. Time stood still as he wove the rope with exquisite skill, encasing her body, until she was held in the tightest of embraces, secure in the knowledge that he had her.

By the time her feet lifted off the floor, she was already floating, his voice her anchor in the maelstrom of sensation overload she found herself in. Tears seeped out from behind the blindfold, tears he swiped away with his fingertips, always there, always checking her, reassuring, his touch everywhere at once.

"Fly for me."

She sighed into the kiss, which followed that whispered demand. A kiss so gentle, yet so all-encompassing that she started crying in earnest. Held by the ropes, suspended in the air, he surrounded her, and then she was free. Rocking gently to and fro, free from all the stress and worry she'd been carrying around, her heartbeat slowed and her breathing evened, as she just felt.

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.

Buy links: Evernight Publishing Amazon  Amazon UK  Bookstrand  ARe

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Have a great day, folks.

D xxx

#SexySnippets from Through the Dom's Lens - "Let me eat you." #BDSM #Interracial @evernightpub

Hello, lovely peeps. It's Sunday, so that means only thing, Time for those Sexy Snippets. With the release of Through the Dom's Lens just two days away now, I had to give you another snippet from this story, of course :-)

Forgive me, it's slightly longer than seven sentences, and it's hawt. You have been warned...

Junsako is eating his dinner off Sally's body, as you do.

*grins*

She is trying to hurry him along...

"You will not rush me, girl." The edge of steel to his voice did strange things to her insides, and the disapproval in his voice cut her to the quick. She blinked the tears away, and his harsh expression softened at her whispered, “Sorry, Sir."

"Better, pet, better. You're new to this, so I shall let that pass. And I'm hungry still, so lie still and let me eat you."

The sinful images those last words painted in her mind stoked her arousal to fever pitch again, and she could do nothing but take what he gave. He followed the trail of rice down her tummy, paused to dip his tongue into her belly button repeatedly, and then finally nibbled the little mountain of her mound. Her pussy spasmed and her clit contracted as more rice trickled into her slit, and his hot breath so close to where she needed him, had her teetering on the edge.

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.



Releases March 4th

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#MWTease from Through the Dom's Lens #bdsm #interracial

In today's MWTease hosted by the lovely Sandra Bunino, I thought I would go back to my Interracial BDSM romance Through the Dom's Lens.

This releases in just six days!!

To lead you into the scene:

Sally has just seen the pictures Junsako took of her in Shibari Suspension, and she can't bear to look at them, so she she has screamed red...

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."

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.

Releases March 4th

*****

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#SexySnippets from Through the Dom's Lens #bdsm #interracial @evernightpub

Goodness, this week has flown by. I can hardly believe it's Sunday already. Guess time flies when you enjoy yourself. You see, I've been completely engrossed in my WIP, which is now all done and dusted.

However, I thought I would tease you with another seven sentences from Through the Dom's Lens, my Interracial BDSM romance.

Junsako made Sally a promise last Sunday. If you missed it you can find it HERE.

This is what happened when he made good on that promise.

By the time her feet lifted off the floor, she was already floating, his voice her anchor in the maelstrom of sensation overload she found herself in. Tears seeped out from behind the blindfold, tears he swiped away with his fingertips, always there, always checking her, reassuring, his touch everywhere at once.

"Fly for me."

She sighed into the kiss, which followed that whispered demand. A kiss so gentle, yet so all-encompassing that she started crying in earnest. Held by the ropes, suspended in the air, he surrounded her, and then she was free. Rocking gently to and fro, free from all the stress and worry she'd been carrying around, her heartbeat slowed and her breathing evened, as she just felt.

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.



Releases March 4th

*****

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#SexySnippets from Through the Dom's Lens #bdsm #interracial @evernightpub

Happy Sunday, folks.

I got brand spanking new, simply awesome Cover Art this week, so I had to post my seven from my upcoming release with Evernight Publishing today.


To set the scene, Sally has just met Junsako and she's not convinced that she is what he's looking for. So, he tells her exactly what he needs.

Enjoy!


*****


"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." 

(Slightly longer than seven, forgive me.)

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.



Scheduled for release in March

*****

Do check out the other Authors participating today, and why not join us next week? Sexy Snippets are seven sexy sentences taken from a work in progress or published work.

You can find us on our blog http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/p/sexy-snippets.html?
Twitter https://twitter.com/SexySnippets 
and Facebook https://www.facebook.com/SexySnippets

#LoveScene Evernight Valentine's Love Scene Blog Hop @evernightpub #win #GCs and #Books

Welcome to the Evernight Valentine's Love Scene Blog hop. This runs from February 7th right through until Valentine's Day and is your chance to read lots of awesome love scenes.


I would like to introduce you to the characters in my next release with Evernight. This is my visual inspiration for Junsako...

 And this beautiful lady was my inspiration for Sally.

Through the Dom's Lens is scheduled to release in March.


Here's the 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.

*****

The scene you're about to read takes place three years in the future from the end of the book - Enjoy

Sally woke up, surrounded by the familiar weight of Junsako, and she smiled. He'd made it home for Valentine's Day after all then. Careful not to wake him she propped herself up on one elbow to see his face. God, she'd missed him—so much. This was the first assignment in ages to take him away from her, and had been the cause of one of their rare arguments.

The rational side of her knew he had to take on this charity photo shoot in aid of UNICEF, and she was extremely proud of him for giving up his time for such a valuable cause, but neither of them had expected it to take this long. Junsako had reveled in the chance to use his photographic skills for something completely unrelated to his normal work, and she hadn't been able to take that away from him.

Seeing him surrounded by the young and beautiful had brought all of her long forgotten insecurities flood back to the surface. She knew in her heart and soul that it was ridiculous to let the gossip mags get to her, but the feminine, and hormonal side of her just couldn't help it.

She'd found out why she was so hormonal three days ago, and she was still reeling from the shock of that discovery. At least that explained why she had gained even more weight, and whilst she was jumping for joy inside, they had never discussed kids, other than in the broad terms of one day they might want to start a family.

Junsako stirred in his sleep, and her heart turned over in her chest. She had tried to stay up for him last night, but exhaustion had claimed her, and she hadn't heard him come in. He, too, had been exhausted, if the faint dark smudges under his eyes were any indication. Rough stubble covered his usually smooth ebony jaw, and even in his sleep the possessive hand on her belly gave her a warm glow inside.

He'd come in bearing gifts. Their bedroom was filled with the scent of roses, and her smile deepened seeing the huge bunch of flowers on the night stand. Her favorite chocolates and bubble bath were propped next to the crystal vase, and she blinked away tears of happiness.

Of course he wouldn't have forgotten. Junsako never did. Last year, his Valentine's present had been an erotic photo shoot, involving the two of them, shot by his former assistant Aikiri, who had become a recognized Photographer in her own right.

Sally had pulled those precious pictures out countless times over the last few days to remind herself that she was being stupid.

Their last conversation several days ago now had ended up in an argument, and they had responded in curt text messages only since then. Sally's eyes filled with tears and she angrily swiped them away, but not before one fell on Junsako's chest.

She knew the instant he woke up, because her skin heated with the intensity of his gaze, and she didn't dare look up at him. Instead she scrambled off the bed to get his morning coffee.

He didn't stop her, but his sigh settled deep inside her heart. She had to do something to break this atmosphere. This was her fault after all.

Her hand stopped midair to the sugar, and she grinned. Yes, that would work.

Junsako was fully awake by the time she came back into the room, balancing his cup and saucer, and wearing nothing but the thong she slept in.

She sunk to her knees in front of him and offered the cup to him.

Another sigh made her insides tighten. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He would punish her for her insolence for sure, and he didn't know about the baby. Not that Junsako was ever too rough, and lord knows she craved a good spanking, but maybe that wasn't done in her condition. Sally felt as clueless as the first day she'd walked into his studio three years ago.

"Why the high protocol, pet? I didn't expect it this morning."

His accent was more pronounced than she'd ever heard it, testament to the fact he was pissed off with her and the submissive inside her cringed at his disapproval. Like rich coffee those deep tones wrapped themselves around her heart.

"Look at me."               

Reluctantly she cut her eyes to his, just in time to see him take a sip of his coffee, and frown. His dark eyes narrowed and the world stood still as she waited for his reaction.

"No sugar, pet…?"            

She squirmed under his intense scrutiny, as little flecks of yellow flashed in his black eyes. Oh lordy, he was so not happy with her.

She tried for her best remorseful subbie face, but failed miserably, and his expression darkened.

 "What am I to do with you? First we argue and now this?"

He ran a hand through his hair and swore in Japanese, whilst glaring at the cup of coffee he still held in his hand. Sally held her breath, but that was as far as he let his emotions show.

He took a deep breath, schooled his features into what she secretively called his Dom mask, and simply looked at her.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I don't know what came over me. Please punish me."

Not waiting for his reply, she scrambled onto all fours and stuck her butt in the air.

A hard swat to her ass made her moan and hiss through her teeth.

Finally, it had been way too long. A good spanking always grounded her, and it cleared the air between them. Anything to get rid of this atmosphere between them.

Rather than spank her, however, he placed the coffee cup in the middle of her back.

Sally couldn't help but flinch as the hot saucer scorched her skin.   

"Careful now, you'll get burned, and I shall be very displeased if my pet damages herself. I suggest you hold very still."

Sally stopped breathing when he placed his large hands either side of her hips and slid his fingers under the elastic of her thong.

"I should spank that ass of yours until it's red for the insolence you've shown me, but, then, that's what you want, isn't it, my sweet?"

She didn't dare answer him, too focused on that hot spot on her back. Junsako had his coffee black, and it was freshly brewed. It would hurt if it slopped over the sides.

 "Maybe this way we'll find out what's really bothering you, what do you think?"

Junsako pulled the tiny slip of material down her legs in agonizing slowness and Sally whined her distress when he spread her ass cheeks and his hot breath skittered across her pussy folds. She was wet for him, and oh so sensitive due to her pregnancy hormones, and horny as fuck. It wouldn't take much to send her over the edge, and that would no doubt annoy him even more.

"Please, Sir… I—"

Words failed her when Junsako licked a path down the cleft of her ass cheeks until he found her nether lips. With a grunt of appreciation he licked along her labia, and Sally bit her lip with the effort to not move. A hot gush of her juices left her pussy hole and Junsako lapped up her essence, all the while holding her still with an iron grip, which she knew would leave bruises.

Again and again he repeated the process, his nose nudging her clit as he drank his fill and the cup rattled precariously on its saucer, as the tiny tremors started. Try as she might, Sally could not hold back her impending orgasm. She'd missed him too much and he was too good at this. When he tunneled his tongue inside her channel, Sally screamed, and bucked against his mouth, as the waves of bliss pulled her under.

Her pussy walls clenched and released, and Junsako swore again. There was the rip of fabric as her thong tore off her knees and the coffee cup flew across the room, as though Junsako had thrown it off her. Sally braced for the pain that never came. Instead, Junsako's hairy thigh kicked her legs further apart, and his hot lips soothed the place on her back where the cup had been moments before, and then Sally stopped thinking altogether.

Junsako thrust into the tight clasp of her pussy with a grunt and her barely receded orgasm flared alive again. Filled completely by the man she loved, she simply rode the sensations assaulting her, as Junsako fucked her with all the pent up passion she, too, had missed.

"Jesus, pet, I've missed you."

The grunted words into her neck mirrored her own thoughts, and she locked her arms and met each one of his powerful thrusts with a backward slide of her hips that drove him in deep. Another orgasm ripped through her body at the same time as Junsako found his own release and she collapsed on the bed, dimply aware of him rolling sideways, so as not to squash her.

When she could breathe normally again, she opened one eye to find Junsako watching her.

"As far as punishments go, you suck, Sir."

The corner of his mouth kicked up in a smile and he cupped her face and kissed her. This was a tender exploration of her mouth, which left Sally in no doubt of his feelings for her and this time she couldn't hold her tears back. Junsako kissed them off her face, murmuring Japanese endearments that only made her cry harder.

"Shhh, pet, it's okay. Let's start over and forget we ever argued, shall we? Come on babe, I'm sorry. I know this shoot took too long, and—"

"No, it’s not that." Sally interrupted him and he drew back and placed his hand on her belly. A shiver went through her and suddenly she couldn't go on, too afraid of what his reaction might be.

"Look at me, pet."

There was an edge of command laced in with the tender way he gave that order, and his hold on her belly tightened.

He cupped her breast in his free hand and rubbed a thumb over the piercing in her nipple. Sensitive as they were, the action hurt, and she flinched slightly.

"Sore, are they? I'm told it's common in your condition. Guess the new nipple clamps I bought will have to wait to see the light of day, then. Shame really, they would look beautiful on you."

He pulled back and sat and watched her, and Sally swallowed past the lump in her throat.

He knows. How the hell does he know, when I've only just figured it out myself?

With that uncanny ability to read her mind, Junsako grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

"I would be a lousy Dom if I didn’t notice the changes in your body, pet. Your mood swings, your bigger breasts, even your pussy is darker and oh so responsive. I was waiting for you to tell me, and when you didn't—well, I didn't know what to think. You do want this baby, right?"

The uncertainty behind those words broke Sally's heart and she couldn't form the words past the lump in her throat, so she simply nodded through her tears.

Junsako pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head.

"Then, thank you, pet, for the best Valentine's present I could have ever hoped for. I know we hadn't planned on this yet, but you've made me the happiest man alive."

He pulled back to see her expression and when she smiled he grinned from ear to ear.

"I love you, babe."

"I love you too, Sir, and I'm sorry for being such a bitch."

Junsako laughed, and regarded her with that look that always turned her insides to mush.

"Yes, about that. I think I'll have to punish you some more…"

****

I hope this has given you a taste for these two.

*smiles*

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