Today the wonderful Doris O'Connor is here with her newest story Through The Dom's Lens, which releases TOMORROW PEOPLE!!!!!!! Take it away D :)
Thanks
so much for having me here today, Dee, with my Interracial BDSM
romance, Through
the Dom's Lens.
I
read an interesting article recently, about what Men really
see when they look at you, and you could sum it up as such.
Whatever
you don't like about yourself, chances are your man loves it, because
it makes you unique. Add to that my gran's saying that men want
something to hold onto when they fuck… (Yes, she really did say
that to me, when I was modelling back in Germany and starving myself
to be skinny.)… and I do wonder why so many of us struggle to just
accept what and who we are.
Sure
there will be men, who prefer skinny women, just like there will be
men who prefer curvy ones, and plenty of other themes in-between. We
all have a type we go for after all.
Here
comes another saying from my dear gran. For every pot there is a lid.
In other words there's someone out there for everyone. Sometimes you
just need to kiss some frogs before you find your prince.
Now,
in Sally's case she kissed one rather ugly frog that made her not
only wary of men, but means she hates her picture taken. Add to that
the fact that she really wants to experience the lifestyle, and it
narrows the field even more.
So,
when her sister asks her to step in for her at this photo shoot, she
can’t resist temptation, even though she is full of self-doubt and
apprehension.
It
falls to Master J to convince her that she is exactly who he's been
looking for…
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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.
Excerpt:
"I
want you to do something for me, pet. I want you to close your eyes
and remember that feeling."
She
frowned at him, but her eyes fluttered shut and after a while she
smiled.
"Good,
you're there in your mind?"
"Yes,
Sir, I think so."
"Good
girl, now open your eyes and look at the screen again." She
tensed immediately and her smile slipped, but she did open her eyes
and glanced at the screen. He'd changed the image to a slide of the
process of her being bound. The first one showed her stood in front
of him, looking nervous as hell, and she tensed even more when she
saw it.
"What
do you see, pet? Truly look at the picture, past the body,
concentrate on your facial expression and remember how you felt."
She
bit her lip, and her nose screwed up in concentration, but eventually
she answered him.
"I
was nervous…" she glanced at him and then continued in a
whisper, "and turned on."
"Good
girl, now the next picture. What do you see?"
In
this shot she was half in her chest harness and blindfold, and
Junsako hardened as he, too, remembered the heady thrill of binding
her soft flesh in the rope. The picture didn’t do the eroticism of
the art justice. In his mind's eye, however, he heard her soft sighs
and mewls, he felt the rope slide through his fingers and mark her
skin, as she sank further into that blissful state of submission.
Sally
remembered it, too, if her increased breathing and the dampness
seeping through his sweat pants were any indication. He didn't say
anything else, afraid to break the moment, just continued to bring up
picture after picture, until she wriggled on his lap, and he was hard
enough to pound concrete again.
By
the time they were back at the picture he intended to use, tears were
falling down Sally's cheeks, but she was smiling this time.
"Thank
you, Sir, for helping me remember what it felt like. I still see a
fat woman, though. I know I'm not skinny and … oh."
The
breath whooshed out of her lungs when he stood up with her and flung
her over his shoulder. It was a matter of moments to cross the
distance to his bedroom, and Sally shrieked when he threw her on the
bed face down.
Before
she had even stopped bouncing he grabbed her ankles and yanked her
down until her ass hung over the edge with her knees on the floor. He
kicked her legs apart, and took a moment to admire the view in front
of him. With a flick of the remote he turned on the ceiling
spotlights. The soft lighting illuminated Sally's shapely ass. With
her legs spread wide, he had a perfect view of her glistening pussy.
Her cunt got wetter the longer he just stood there and watched her,
and when she tried to push herself up on her elbows he urged her back
down on the bed with his hand flat on the small of her back.
"Stay
still, pet. It amuses me to watch you like this. You have the most
perfect ass, my love. It will look even more beautiful when it's pink
from my hand."
Sally
whimpered, and more of her juices slipped out of her clenching hole.
"I'm
going to spank that ass now, and then I'm going to fuck it. My
little pet will like that, I think. Give me a color, pet."
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Sally's
heart beat so fast in her ears she was sure she'd have fallen to the
floor had she not been lying down already. Junsako's dirty words made
her so wet her juices were sliding down her inner thighs, and she
found it difficult to concentrate on his words.
An
open handed spank to her left ass cheek stung, and before she could
open her mouth another one followed to the right side this time.
"I
asked you a question, pet. What color are you?"
"Gr-green."
She murmured the words into the cover, as he dug his fingernails into
her tender skin and grabbed a generous handful. That should have
mortified her, but somehow it didn't.
"I
can't hear you, pet."
His
strained voice soothed her concerns. He sounded like a man aroused,
and it gave her an enormous thrill that he wanted her just as badly
as she wanted him.
"Green,
Sir. I'm so green. Please don't stop. I—"
The
next spank set her ass on fire and sent her further up the bed, until
her hips dug into the edge. It was padded, with little hard nobbles,
and just the right height to stimulate her clit, as she discovered
with the next few well-placed open handed swats from his hands. He
hit a different spot on her ass every time, and with the added
stimulation from the torture devices attached to the side, she was
close to coming in record time.
Higher
and higher she flew until time lost all meaning, and all that
mattered was the breathtaking pause before he spanked her again. When
he finally stopped heat radiated from her ass all over her body in
rolling waves of bliss, and she ground herself against the edge. So
close, she was so damn close.
Junsako
grabbed her hips and pulled her away from the bed, and Sally whined
her protest.
He
kissed her shoulder, and chuckled into her neck, as his whole body
seemed to engulf her. His hard cock nestled in the cleft of her ass,
and he delivered little bites along her back, parallel to her spine.
Every sharp sting made her moan, interspersed as it was by his
murmured words.
"So
beautiful, my pet. This luscious body belongs to me, and you will not
come without my permission, will you, pet?"
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Check
out a Bonus Scene from this story here
on my blog.
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Author
Bio:
Glutton
for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least
that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out
that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler
and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children,
pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive
husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There
is always something better to do after all, like working on the
latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than
usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters
tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will
find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to
get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She
likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes
to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From
contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love
stories are guaranteed.
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