Monday, 10 March 2014

Sometimes doing a favor can change your life forever-Through The Dom's Lens @MamaD8 @EvernightPub #BBW

Happy Monday, people! I'm so excited this morning to have the lovely author Doris O'Connor on my blog. I'm a huge fan of her writing and I'm pleased to say she's also a friend too. She writes erotic romance with the perfect blend of the sexual, emotional and romantic elements, just the way I love it. Her latest interracial erotic romance book Through The Dom's Lens is no exception. This book is at the top of my TBR, just as soon as I send off edits to editor.
For now, please make her feel welcome as she explains what inspired this latest book.
Take it away, Doris....

Thank you so much for inviting Master J on your blog today, Kiru.
When Master J first popped into my head, I didn't know too much about him. I never do with my characters as I'm a complete and utter panster, but he very quickly became a strong voice, demanding I tell his story the way he saw it. When we first meet him he is rather disillusioned with life in general and with this photo shoot in particular.

Master J is an artist, and in this particular shoot, he wants a real woman with curves, not the parade of stick insects crowding his foyer all day. And then, in walks Sally, who is just what he's looking for, if only he could convince her of this.
You see, Sally, like many of us struggles with body issues, and I've dedicated Through the Dom's Lens to all of us who do.

I don't know about you, but, just like Sally, I don't like the mirror much these days. Age and mid-life spread is catching up with me. I have an amazing hubby/Sir, who shows me every day how much he appreciates my curves, and nothing annoys him faster than yours truly moaning about what I see in the mirror.

What happens when you struggle with those issues and you meet someone new, though? Not only that, but what if that someone is a professional Photographer like Master J, someone who's work you've been admiring for the last year, and who you've been yearning to meet?
When Sally's sister asks her to stand in for her at this photo shoot, Sally takes the chance of a life time, even though she is completely out of her comfort zone and convinced that Master J will simply throw her out of his studio.
I let him tell you what he thinks of that idea….

"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. 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."
Will she let him, do you think?

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
Buy Links: Evernight  Amazon  Bookstrand  ARe

"You're so beautiful, my love."
His reverent tones soothed the last flutters of nervousness away and bathed her in the glow of his approval before the first swipe of his tongue made her forget anything else.
With infinite care and agonizing slowness he licked his dinner off her body. Starting with the trail he left between her breasts he showed his appreciation of the food and her body with his husky words delivered in Japanese. Somehow, not knowing what he was saying made the whole thing hotter. Sally had to see what he was doing, so she forced her eyes open, and watched his dark head as he paid homage to her curves, her need for him climbing with every lick and nip of his teeth. When he ran his tongue down the underside of her breast and then closed his mouth over the food hiding her stiff nipple, she lost the fight with herself and shut her eyes again.
"That's my girl. Relax for me." His hot breath felt cool on her moist skin, and she shivered and let her head fall back. She arched her back automatically when he ran his tongue around her areola again and again, until he finally sucked the tip of her throbbing nipple into his mouth and suckled hard. The leftover rice in his mouth created delicious friction, and the slight pain shot darts of white hot arousal to her clit, as though it was attached to her nipples by invisible string. More of her wetness seeped out of her desperately clenching pussy as her body drew taut.
She thrashed her head from side to side, and she could feel his smile in the kisses against her sweat slicked skin as he swapped to the other breast.  He repeated his sweet torture on the other side, whilst rolling the other nipple between his fingers.
The dual sensation was almost too much, and Sally yanked on her restraints, desperate to touch him. She didn't recognize the needy sounds coming from her, as she pleaded with him to go faster, to please, please make her come.
The sharp sting to her thigh hurt, as he what? Bit her? Her head flew up, and her eyes opened when he delivered several openhanded swats to her outer thighs, hard enough to bring tears to her eyes.
"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.
She was so wet that her juices trickled down the cleft of her ass cheeks, and she tried to squirm, but his hand on her belly stopped her.
"Do. Not. Move."
The deep almost growl against her mound had everything in her tighten in need, as Junsako ate the last bit of foods off her vulva. He raised his head briefly, and the intensity of his dark eyes took her breath away. It pinned her in place until the whole world narrowed, and all she was aware of was him.
"You may come as often as you like…"
And with those ominous words he attacked her pussy like man starved of sustenance. She was so worked up that the first swipe of his tongue against her sensitive bud had all the tightness inside her explode in an orgasm that stole her voice and seemed to go on forever. Every time she came down from her high, Junsako's clever tongue and fingers pushed her right back up the rungs of arousal, until she couldn't think straight and time lost all meaning.
He lapped at her juices as though they were the sweetest ice cream, and when her clit became too sensitive and she tried to pull away he pushed his hands under her ass cheeks and lifted her up, so that he could lick up and down her cleft and around her anus.
Sally tensed at the unfamiliar sensation, but his deep rumble against her slit, sent her over the edge again.
"That's it, fly for me, pet. I want to eat every part of you. This belongs to me now."
Check out a Bonus Scene from this story here on my blog.

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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