Thanks so much for having me here today, Cherie J
Have you ever done a favour for someone, and then wish you hadn't? Well, that's kinda the premise behind my story. Sally has lived in the shadow of her glamorous sister all her life. As she says herself, if Maddy wasn't such a sweetheart she'd hate her. When she gets an SOS from Maddy, who has a severe allergic reaction to something she's eaten, of course she goes the extra mile to ensure her sister has the right medication and is comfortable. What she doesn't expect Maddy to do is to ask Sally to attend a photo shoot on her behalf. Not just any photo shoot, either, but one with the bondage photographer, and the man Sally has been secretively lusting after for the last year.
Maddy claims she made herself sick by eating tons to gain weight. Master J wants a woman with curves for this photo shoot. Did she, though, or was this all a deliberate set up by Maddy to give her little sister a taste of the lifestyle with the one man, Maddy knows will take care of Sally?
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
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.
His dark skin was such a contrast to her pale complexion, and she swallowed hard, mesmerized by the sight.
"What about Maddy?" She hated how wobbly her voice sounded, but she couldn't invade on her sister's territory, and she wouldn't just be a convenient fuck, no matter how attracted she was to him.
"What about her, pet?"
He nudged her chin up with his free hand, and she shivered under the intensity of his quiet regard.
"You and her?"
He smiled, and every feminine cell in her body sighed in submission at the sheer sinful nature of that grin.
"I met your sister years ago when she was starting in the model industry. We had a brief and mutually satisfying affair. I haven't seen her in years, though I've followed her career with interest. She's done well for herself, even if she's too thin these days." His smile deepened when she couldn't help but react to that, and he trailed the hand on her leg higher up her thigh. Sally opened up for him automatically, and she bit back a groan when his fingertips grazed her wet slit.
He removed his hand and held his glistening digits up for her to see and then sucked the tips clean. Her stomach tightened at his groan of appreciation.
"I knew you'd taste delicious, pet, and I love how wet you are for me already, when we've barely started."
She opened her mouth to say something, anything to defuse the sexually charged atmosphere between them, but, really, what was there to say? Her body gave her away as surely as though she'd have hung a neon sign around her neck, blatantly advertising her arousal.
"I phoned her to ask her what she was playing at. She knew I'd realize immediately that you weren't her, and do you know what she said?"
His voice dropped an octave, his accent thickening, and blood rushed in Sally's ears, as her body drew tight in need. She could come from listening to his voice alone. Deep, dark, and sensual it pulled her under until she was ready to do just about anything for him. He clearly knew the effect he was having on her, because he smiled and balled his hands into her hair to tug her head back. Junsako leant in closer and inhaled against the rapidly beating pulse point in her neck, and then licked a path up to her ear. His hot breath skittered across her senses, and she closed her eyes against the myriad of sensations assaulting her when he whispered in her ear.
"Ask me what she said, pet."
Sally swallowed several times to get her voice to work and then somehow squeaked her question.
"What did she say?"
"That she was sorry to deceive me, but that you needed taking care of. She also said, and I quote, ‘Sally is a born sub, and she needs to get laid. I wouldn't trust anyone but you with my little sister, so take care of her.’"
Sally pulled away from him to be able to see his expression, but she could read nothing but sincerity in his amazing eyes, and for the second time this evening her world tilted a little.
"Are you telling me she made herself ill on purpose so that she could send me instead?"
Junsako shrugged his massive shoulders and pulled her back until he could sink his teeth into the soft flesh of her ear lobe. The sharp sting shot straight to her clit, and she pulled a shuddering breath into her lungs.
"As to that, you would have to ask her. I wouldn't put it past her. She's always been impulsive, as I'm sure you know, and forgive me, but I really don't care too much about the mechanics." He delivered little bites along her neck, his teeth just sinking in enough to cause the most delicious erotic pain that meant her nipples hardened, her breasts grew heavy, and her pussy grew so wet it was getting uncomfortable.
"Now, if that covers all your objections, I'm mighty hungry, and I want to eat."
Check out a Bonus Scene from this story here on my blog.
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.