loud sound it made in
the quiet room. Before she could pick it up, Aikiri was
there and did it for her.
"Perhaps
not, Master J." She smiled at Sally, and she could see Aikiri in her peripheral vision as she handed the clipboard
to the tall man leaning against the wall. Sally got a glimpse of faded denim
jeans, topped with a silk shirt, and a firm jaw, before she hastily looked
forward and interlinked her fingers to hide their shaking.
This
was it. Game over. He would take one look at her chart, and then her, and laugh
her out of here, Sally was sure.
There
was the rustle of paper as Master J studied them, and a murmured conversation
in what she assumed was Japanese, and then silence.
Heavy
footsteps approached, and then Sally was staring at muscular thighs. They
strained the denim of his jeans, and her mouth went dry at the bulge in his
trousers.
She
didn't dare look up, all too aware of his silent scrutiny that heated her skin.
Her breath hitched, and her nipples firmed against the silk of her dress, and
if she grew any wetter than she would leave a wet stain to complete her humiliation.
Sally
couldn’t even begin to explain why she was this turned on, but there was a
tangible presence surrounding this man. An air of authority
and leashed power that called to something deep inside of her. His scent
surrounded her as he stepped right into her personal space.
"Look
at me, girl."
She
had to look a long way up, and when her gaze connected with his, her heart rate
went into overdrive.
His
thick brows drew together, and his black eyes seemed to see straight into her
soul. It was an entirely too airy fairy notion, but that was the only way to
describe it, and when he spoke again, his deep, slightly accented voice, held
her captive.
"You're
not Maddy ."
Chapter Two
Junsako
Frederikson wasn't often lost for words, but seeing the pretty blush spread
across this rather delicious little subbie robbed him
of his ability to string a coherent sentence together. By all rights he ought
to be furious at her deception, but she looked so utterly ashamed and downright
terrified that she raised every one of his protective instincts instead, and
other things besides.
This
pretty little thing was not Maddison Wood, but she had to be related. She had
the same almond shaped eyes that had first captivated him when he'd met Maddy at a BDSM club in Montreal several years ago now.
Back then she'd just been finding her feet in the model industry, and he'd had
fun showing her the ropes, so to speak. A few well-placed phone calls had given
the young Maddy a much needed boost, and that had
been his responsibilities taken care of.
He'd
been surprised when her agent had put her forward for this photo shoot. She was
not the body shape he'd been looking for, but this young woman was, and she had
the same vulnerability that had first drawn him to a young Maddy .
"I'm
sorry, I told her this would never work."
He
almost didn't catch the breathy whisper, so low was her voice, and he gave in
to instinct and cupped her chin to force her to look at him.
Junsako
steeled himself against the misery in the depth of her warm chestnut gaze, and
firmed his voice.
"You
told who?" he asked.
" Maddy … she's my sister."
Well,
this just got better by the minute, but that certainly explained the
resemblance.
"Why
would your sister send you here, pretending to be her?"
The
younger version of Maddy blinked rapidly and tried
her best to wriggle away, but he firmed his hold on her chin, and slid his
other hand to her throat. Her eyes widened, and she stopped fidgeting when he
squeezed just hard enough to get her attention.
"Better, girl , I suggest you answer me. And tell me the truth, before I start our
first session with a punishment."
He
didn't miss the involuntary shudder that went through her, or the sharp intake
of breath. Her heartbeat thundered under his fingertips, and he hid his smile.
This disastrous day was beginning to look up after
the quiet room. Before she could pick it up, Aikiri was
there and did it for her.
"Perhaps
not, Master J." She smiled at Sally, and she could see Aikiri in her peripheral vision as she handed the clipboard
to the tall man leaning against the wall. Sally got a glimpse of faded denim
jeans, topped with a silk shirt, and a firm jaw, before she hastily looked
forward and interlinked her fingers to hide their shaking.
This
was it. Game over. He would take one look at her chart, and then her, and laugh
her out of here, Sally was sure.
There
was the rustle of paper as Master J studied them, and a murmured conversation
in what she assumed was Japanese, and then silence.
Heavy
footsteps approached, and then Sally was staring at muscular thighs. They
strained the denim of his jeans, and her mouth went dry at the bulge in his
trousers.
She
didn't dare look up, all too aware of his silent scrutiny that heated her skin.
Her breath hitched, and her nipples firmed against the silk of her dress, and
if she grew any wetter than she would leave a wet stain to complete her humiliation.
Sally
couldn’t even begin to explain why she was this turned on, but there was a
tangible presence surrounding this man. An air of authority
and leashed power that called to something deep inside of her. His scent
surrounded her as he stepped right into her personal space.
"Look
at me, girl."
She
had to look a long way up, and when her gaze connected with his, her heart rate
went into overdrive.
His
thick brows drew together, and his black eyes seemed to see straight into her
soul. It was an entirely too airy fairy notion, but that was the only way to
describe it, and when he spoke again, his deep, slightly accented voice, held
her captive.
"You're
not Maddy ."
Chapter Two
Junsako
Frederikson wasn't often lost for words, but seeing the pretty blush spread
across this rather delicious little subbie robbed him
of his ability to string a coherent sentence together. By all rights he ought
to be furious at her deception, but she looked so utterly ashamed and downright
terrified that she raised every one of his protective instincts instead, and
other things besides.
This
pretty little thing was not Maddison Wood, but she had to be related. She had
the same almond shaped eyes that had first captivated him when he'd met Maddy at a BDSM club in Montreal several years ago now.
Back then she'd just been finding her feet in the model industry, and he'd had
fun showing her the ropes, so to speak. A few well-placed phone calls had given
the young Maddy a much needed boost, and that had
been his responsibilities taken care of.
He'd
been surprised when her agent had put her forward for this photo shoot. She was
not the body shape he'd been looking for, but this young woman was, and she had
the same vulnerability that had first drawn him to a young Maddy .
"I'm
sorry, I told her this would never work."
He
almost didn't catch the breathy whisper, so low was her voice, and he gave in
to instinct and cupped her chin to force her to look at him.
Junsako
steeled himself against the misery in the depth of her warm chestnut gaze, and
firmed his voice.
"You
told who?" he asked.
" Maddy … she's my sister."
Well,
this just got better by the minute, but that certainly explained the
resemblance.
"Why
would your sister send you here, pretending to be her?"
The
younger version of Maddy blinked rapidly and tried
her best to wriggle away, but he firmed his hold on her chin, and slid his
other hand to her throat. Her eyes widened, and she stopped fidgeting when he
squeezed just hard enough to get her attention.
"Better, girl , I suggest you answer me. And tell me the truth, before I start our
first session with a punishment."
He
didn't miss the involuntary shudder that went through her, or the sharp intake
of breath. Her heartbeat thundered under his fingertips, and he hid his smile.
This disastrous day was beginning to look up after
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