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Authors: Doris O'Connor

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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.

 

Chapter Three

 

Sally's
responsiveness blew him away, and he stood back and drank in the beauty of her
slightly swaying form. He hadn't meant to go as far as suspending her, but when
she'd surrendered so beautifully, and naturally, he'd taken the next step to
make her first experience as good for her as could be. Silent tears ran down
her face, testament to how deep she had slipped into her happy place, and his
chest tightened. Why he should feel so drawn to her was beyond him, but every
instinct in his being called him to claim her.
Told him that
she was
the one.

He
ran through a last set of pictures and then buzzed in
Aikiri
.
She smiled at him and nodded her consent when he told her to tidy up and go
home.

"You've
got the pictures you needed, Sir?" she asked.

Junsako
didn't bother replying, his attention too focused on releasing Sally from her
bonds, without jarring her out of her blissful state of submission.

The
last knot untied, Sally collapsed into his arms with a mewl of contentment that
had his dick jerk against his fly and brought home the urgency to get her
somewhere more private to finish this.
Aikiri
handed
him a blanket to wrap around Sally, and then opened the door for him.

"I
took the liberty to have some food delivered for the two of you, Sir. Have a
great evening."

A
cheeky grin lit up his former
submissive's
face, and
he couldn't help but smile back at her.

"Very
good,
Aikiri
, but I wonder what your Master will have
to say about you taking liberties."

Her
smile slipped, and Junsako's amusement bubbled over into a belly laugh.

"Relax,
Aikiri
. You always were far too easy to tease. Clear
my schedule for the rest of the weekend. I have no wish to be anywhere but
here." He tightened his hold on Sally, and she snuggled into his chest in
such a trusting way that he had to close his eyes to regain some of his
composure.

"I
understand, Sir."

Aikiri
touched his arm briefly and then turned her back on him to continue clearing
up. Junsako took the stairs to his loft bedroom three at a time. The sun was
setting and cast the interior in an inviting orange glow, and he inhaled
sharply as the enticing smells of his favorite Japanese takeaway invaded his
nostrils. Sally, too, stirred in his arms, and her breathy little voice made
him wish for other things than food.

"That
smells wonderful, whatever that is."

"Yes,
it does, pet, and I just know how I'm going to eat this, too."

He
smiled down on her as he settled her in the middle of his king size bed.
Situated in the middle of the room it afforded unrivalled views of London's
city line through the floor to ceiling windows that made up his loft space.
They opened onto a little roof garden, and her eyes widened as she took in her
surroundings. She also clutched the blanket tighter around herself, and he
frowned.

"What
did I say about not hiding from me, pet?"

A
shiver went through her, and she bit her lip, and then stopped and threw him
such a pleading look that he relented and smiled.

"We'll
have to work on your self-esteem, pet. When you see the pictures I took you'll
see how beautiful you are."

Heat
climbed into her cheeks, and he had to resist the urge to kiss her senseless.

"First
things first, we need to eat. You'll need your sustenance for what I have in
mind later."

She
sucked in a sharp breath, and her almond eyes grew huge.

"I-I
thought I was just here for the photo shoot. You don't have to … I mean…"

Her
voice trailed off, and she blanched when he strode toward her and grabbed the
hand she was clutching the blanket with. Junsako held it to the rock hard
erection straining against the zipper of his jeans.

"I
most definitely do, pet. Stop doubting, or I will put you over my knee and spank
that gorgeous ass of yours, until you realize how much I want to fuck
you."

He
smiled grimly at her sharp intake of breath and forestalled her next objection.

"No,
I do not fuck my models usually.
Maddy
was very much
the exception."

She
yanked her hand out of his grasp and scooted away from him until her back hit
the headboard of the bed.

"You
slept with
Maddy
? What the hell? Has she set me up?
What sort of fucked up mess is this?"

Every
pore in her body seemed to quiver with indignation, and Junsako grinned. He
pulled the table laden with food closer to the bed, so that he could reach it
and sat down on the edge of his bed. Grabbing one of Sally's ankles he pulled
her closer to him, when she made to scoot away further.

"Don't
make me tie you up again, pet. You wouldn't like it this time round."

Sally
pouted her annoyance and ground her teeth together, but she stayed put, and
Junsako scooped some of his beef
donburi
and
offered it to her. Sally shook her head, and he sighed in an exaggerated
fashion.

"Open
for me, and let me feed you, pet. This is not a request."

She
glared at him.

"I
can feed myself, and you haven't answered my question. I want the truth, or I …
I'll walk out of here right now."

The
absurdity of that statement must have dawned on her, because she clutched that
blasted blanket tighter still and frowned at it, as though it was all that
piece of material's fault.

"And
where the hell are my clothes? You can't keep me here against my will."

Junsako
smiled at that little impassioned speech, and tapped her bottom lip to open up.

"You
signed a consent form when you arrived, pet. It states that you're here of your
own free will. I have your limits. Trust me, or say your
safeword
and this all stops now, and I'll take you home. However, if you're half as
aroused as I know you are, you'll stay and let us explore this connection we
share."

Sally
swallowed hard, and he shrugged his shoulders and ate the delicious morsel of
food himself. He didn't miss the way Sally's eyes darkened as she watched him
lick his fingers clean.

"This
really is delicious. You should try some, pet."

She
tentatively reached across, and stopped when he shook his head.

"If
you want to use your hands drop the blanket and let me see you. If you want to
keep covered, you'll let
me
feed you. Those are your choices, pet."

She
froze and glared some more, but some of the tension left her body, and she
dutifully opened her mouth to let him feed her. The sensation of her hot, moist
tongue sliding across his digits had his softening cock jerk back into full
alert state, and he groaned under his breath.

Renewed
heat climbed into her cheeks, even as she made appreciative little noises at
the back of her throat as the flavors of the dish no doubt exploded on her
tongue.

"Good,
isn't it?" he asked with a smile, and she nodded and leant toward him for
the next scoopful.

"What
is it?" she asked when she'd swallowed that lot and washed it away with
the glass of water he held up for her to drink.

"One
of my favorite
donburi
.
It's
a traditional Japanese rice dish with meat layered on the top. This one is
beef.
Aikiri
ordered us pork and seafood, too, if
you'd like to try them?"

He
smiled at her eager nod, and they spent the next few minutes with him feeding
her small amounts of each until she turned her head away.

"Aren't
you eating any?" she finally asked.

"Oh,
I will, but I want to eat off you, and
it's
cool
enough now not to burn your skin."

****

Sally
couldn't have heard him right. Did he just say he wanted to eat off her?

A
wave of arousal so fierce it took her breath away coursed through her veins at
the wickedly erotic images those words evoked, and she clenched her thigh
muscles to relieve the resultant ache in her wet pussy. He noticed, of course,
and she stopped breathing altogether when he put one large hand on her leg,
just above her knee.

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