Domination Inc.

by Drusilla Leather

  ‘It’s what you wanted, don’t forget,’ he reminded her.

  ‘I know, but...’ She broke off as his finger skated along the barely-covered crease between her cheeks, settling in the depression of her anus and rubbing gently until he elicited a guilty groan from her. He knew in that moment that she was entirely his.

  ‘Steady yourself, Natalie,’ Joe said.

  He spaced the three strokes out for what must have been, to Natalie, an interminable length of time. The belt seared her naked buttocks, making her sob as it caught skin which had already been striped. Her ponytail hung down limply, and the remaining fight seemed to have been beaten out of her.

  Joe was not quite finished, however. There was one last exercise Natalie had asked to perform, and he was more than happy to oblige. Though first came the small matter of her G-string.

  ‘I want you completely naked for this one,’ Joe told her, and meekly she complied, tossing the scrap of fabric to the floor. Joe wanted to pick it up and bury his nose in it, sure that it would be fragrant with her spicy, feminine aroma.

  ‘Leg curls,’ he said simply, and Natalie went to lie on the padded bench which had leg weights attached. She hooked her ankles round the back of the weights, and began to lift them. As she moved, Joe had a perfect view of her sex from behind, flexing and opening rhythmically. The sight was such a powerful turn-on that he wanted to push her flat to the bench and slide his cock deep into her moist channel then and there.

  He let her raise the weights a couple of dozen times, before judging that he had finally exhausted her. Once more he ordered her to bend and touch her toes. She clasped her ankles and waited patiently for him to use the belt on her arse again, but Joe felt he had punished her enough. He quickly stripped off his vest and jogging bottoms, and then went to hunt in his kit bag. Among the tangle of clothes and toiletries in the bottom of the bag was a jar of petroleum jelly. He snatched it up and went to stand behind Natalie.

  Taking a generous dollop of the greasy jelly from the jar, he reached between Natalie’s legs and began to smooth it over her puffy labia. She was already wet there, with a mixture of sweat and her own natural juices, and as his fingers explored her intricate, hidden crevices, she began to lubricate more freely, and widened her stance to offer him easier access. He dipped his finger into the jelly once more. This time he bypassed her sex, rubbing it instead into her dark anal rosebud. She whimpered as his finger pushed at the tight ring of muscle, seeking entry; whimpered more vigorously when he pushed past the resistance of her sphincter.

  ‘Not there…’ she whispered. ‘No one’s ever touched me there.’

  ‘There’s a first time for everything,’ Joe told her. ‘Relax, Natalie. Go with the feeling.’

  ‘I know what you’re doing,’ she gasped, as Joe’s finger started to move gently in and out of her virgin hole. ‘You’re getting me ready so you can fuck me there, aren’t you?’

  As he heard that word coming from Natalie’s full, sensual lips, it took all Joe’s self-control not to come on the spot. He let the jar of petroleum jelly fall to the floor, and pressed his body tightly to hers, so that his erect cock lay snugly in the valley between her bottom cheeks. She groaned at the feel of his hot, rigid length.

  Joe wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, his lips aching to shape a paean to the perfection of her body, but that was not how Warren, his rôle model, would behave. Warren would call her a slut and a whore, and with every cruel, deliberately unfeeling word, he would push her closer to orgasm. He sighed inwardly, and settled for reaching round to fondle Natalie’s magnificent breasts. His touch was intentionally rough, grasping and twisting her hard nipples, and she writhed against him, her shudders more of pleasure than pain.

  At last he turned his attentions back to her bottom, the mouth of the little hole pouting at him where his finger had penetrated it. He stopped playing with her nipples and used his hands to part her arse cheeks more widely, opening her up her further, and causing her to moan as he pressed against flesh that was tender from prolonged punishment. Then he took hold of his cock and guided its blunt head until it was resting against that expectant hole. Infinitesimally slowly, he pushed into her, breaching what remained of her resistance. He took his time, moving inch by steady inch into the untried passage. Natalie cried out as she was stretched painfully, wanting to fight against the unfamiliar intrusion that she seemed to both fear and welcome.

  ‘Touch yourself,’ Joe ordered. ‘I want you to slide two fingers into that wet cunt of yours.’

  Natalie did as she was told, and as Joe’s cock rubbed against the thin wall of muscle that divided her anal and vaginal passages, he could feel her fingers moving in tandem. Natalie cooed in wonderment as she experienced the full sensation of this dual penetration, and when the pace of Joe’s strokes began to rise inexorably, she matched him with her own hand.

  It was impossible for Joe to hold out as his dick was milked by the tight embrace of Natalie’s anus, and he cried out as the spunk shot up from his balls, gushing deep into Natalie’s bowels. Realising what had happened, Natalie screamed in shocked pleasure as her own orgasm hit her.

  Joe held her until her body stilled, and then he withdrew from her. She said nothing, and he knew he’d fulfilled the demand she’d made when she booked his services – to bring her lower than she had ever been, and yet take her to heights of ecstasy like she had never experienced.

  ‘Come on, let’s go and clean up,’ he said. There was a private suite of offices adjoining the gym for the instructors who normally worked there, and Joe helped Natalie into her discarded T-shirt and shorts before pulling on his own jogging bottoms and ushering her out of the room. Unlocking the office door, he took her through to the little shower room where they could change in privacy.

  He stripped as quickly as he had dressed, and stepped into the shower. Adjusting the temperature of the water until it was pleasantly hot, he beckoned for Natalie to join him. She did not hesitate to undress and free her hair from its sweaty ponytail, happy for Joe to command her.

  Now his touch was tender, rather than cruel. There was grapefruit-scented shower gel, and he used it to shampoo her hair and wash every inch of her body, lathering away the traces of the workout and their lovemaking. She made no protest as his soapy hands lingered on the full curves of her breasts, then snaked down between her legs to touch her sex. Natalie responded by reaching for the shower gel and smoothing it into Joe’s chest, back and buttocks.

  Soon they were kissing, wet bodies twined together as the steamy spray pounded down on them. When Natalie reached for Joe’s cock, it stiffened under her caress, and he sighed as she soaped his balls and the sensitive flesh between them. Her touch was greedy and demanding, wanting him hard and ready for her again, and as soon as he was fully erect she guided him to the entrance of her vagina, moaning as he slipped easily inside.

  Their lovemaking was as urgent this time round, with Joe pressing her against the tiled wall of the shower as she thrust back at him.

  ‘W-when I spoke to your boss, she said you d-didn’t do extras,’ Natalie said between gasps.

  ‘Oh, this one’s on the house,’ Joe replied, groaning as he came inside Natalie for the second time in half an hour.

  ‘And what’s your boss going to say about that?’ Natalie asked, her last coherent utterance before her own orgasm hit her and she slumped against Joe, unable to speak for the shudders of ecstasy that were running through her body.

  Laurel, to Joe’s surprise, said very little when he told her that his encounter with Natalie Wolf had overstepped the bounds of the specified scenario.

  ‘You can’t blame me, though,’ Joe told her, as they sat in the office. ‘She’s probably the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Present company excepted, of course.’

  ‘Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Joe,’ Laurel replied.

  ‘Perhaps not, but you can’t
tell me you don’t appreciate it,’ Joe retorted. ‘And anyway, I felt like I needed a little treat, seeing as these days my sex life seems to end as soon as I stop working for this place.’ He shot a meaningful look at Laurel. ‘You ought to try it, too. Treat yourself to a night of passion with someone you’re never going to see again. Get rid of some of that pent-up tension.’

  ‘You know that isn’t my style.’ Laurel sounded annoyed. ‘And what do you mean, pent-up tension? Joe, we’ve been mates for a long time. I don’t expect to get a lecture on my private life from you, of all people.’

  ‘All I’m trying to do is get you to let your hair down a bit. I’m concerned about you, if you want the truth.’ Joe went to stand behind her, and dropped his hands to her shoulders, massaging them through her white wraparound top. ‘This is the tension I’m talking about,’ he said, as his fingers worked on the knotted muscles. ‘You spend all day in this office, you put in stupid hours, and you seem to have forgotten how to have fun. And I know for a fact you haven’t slept with anyone since we took over the agency. Warren’s started calling you the Born-again Virgin.’

  Laurel, who had been relaxing under Joe’s ministrations, stiffened in her seat. ‘Warren can go fuck himself.’

  ‘I think he’d rather fuck you, given the choice,’ Joe said. He was aware he was tormenting both of them by bringing up the subject of Warren Keating, but he needed to know how Laurel felt about the man.

  ‘In his dreams,’ Laurel replied vehemently, but she had hesitated for long enough to suggest to Joe that, on a subconscious level at least, she had thought seriously about such a scenario. ‘I’m sorry, Joe,’ she said, slumping back against the chair, ‘but everything’s going so well at the moment. The agency’s started turning a profit, we’re getting repeat bookings and we’ve had some great write-ups in Forum and on a couple of the American fetish web sites. I’ll take a few days off in a couple of weeks, I promise, but I just need to know that the agency will be able to run okay in my absence.’

  ‘Well, I think it’ll run itself long enough for us to slope off to the pub for a while, so why don’t we have a couple of drinks and then some dinner at that pasta place you like?’ Joe suggested. ‘My treat.’

  Eventually, Laurel nodded. ‘You’re right. I’ve done everything I can for tonight. Why don’t you go on ahead and get the drinks in, and I’ll join you when I’ve locked up here and put some lipstick on.’

  ‘No problem,’ Joe said, pleased that for once he seemed to have talked some sense into Laurel. He left the office and took the stairs down to ground level two at a time, already tasting the creamy, bitter tang of Guinness at the back of his throat.

  Laurel stood at the window and watched Joe head out into the busy street below. She had powered down her computer, but instead of heading for the little washroom to freshen up as she had suggested, she went back to her chair and put her feet up on the desk. Joe’s tale of his exploits with Natalie Wolf, combined with the suggestion that Warren was keen to get her into bed, had left a buzzing sensation in Laurel’s sex.

  It was an itch that needed scratching, and without being consciously aware of what she was doing, she hitched up her skirt with her right hand, her left stroking gently over her panty-clad pubis as her mind began to drift.

  She imagined that Joe and Warren were standing before the desk, as she gave the two of them their assignments for the following day. Joe was scratching the back of his neck, apparently eager to head off to the pub, while Warren stared down at her impassively, his arms folded. She had chosen not to wear a bra beneath her ballet top, and was aware that the white cotton did not do all it might to conceal her disproportionately large apricot nipples.

  ‘Any questions?’ Laurel asked. When neither man answered, she continued, ‘Well, if there’s nothing more to say, we might as well all go home.’

  ‘But there is something to say.’ It was Warren who spoke. ‘I think there are questions that should have been asked by you a long time ago, Laurel.’

  ‘Questions?’ Laurel said, wondering where the conversation was heading.

  ‘Well, it seems to me that for someone who spends all day dealing with the needs of submissive women, you’re singularly lacking in the experience of what those needs entail,’ Warren replied. ‘I mean, when a client tells you she wants to be spanked till her bottom’s all red and glowing, how can you be certain she’s getting what she asks for? Joe and I seem to be doing a good job, the clients tell you they’re satisfied, but you don’t really know, do you, not for sure? And we think it’s time you found out just how good a job we’re doing. Grab her, Joe.’

  Laurel had not realised until too late that as Warren had been speaking, Joe had been moving stealthily behind her. Now he caught hold of her arms and hauled her out of the chair, his strong grip ensuring that she did not fall.

  She fought to free herself from Joe’s grasp, but he held her firm as she wriggled. ‘What are the two of you playing at?’ she asked, as Warren came to stand before her, sandwiching her between himself and Joe.

  ‘We’re not playing at anything,’ Warren replied. ‘We’re deadly serious. We think it’s finally time you got a good spanking – just so you’re completely sure of what it entails, you understand.’

  As Warren pressed her against the front of Joe’s body, Laurel was aware that both men were already hard, Joe’s cock snug in the small of her back and Warren’s twitching and lengthening, as though it was seeking out the haven of her sex through the layers of clothing which separated them.

  ‘I think I know what a spanking involves,’ Laurel said.

  Warren shook his head. ‘I don’t think so. Are you going to do the honours, or am I?’ he asked Joe conversationally, ignoring Laurel’s complaints.

  ‘You start, I can always join in later,’ Joe replied.

  While Joe continued to hold Laurel, Warren pulled her chair away from behind the desk, and placed it in the centre of the room. Then he sat down and motioned to Joe, who took Laurel over to him. Together they arranged her over Warren’s knee.

  She was still fighting them, trying to prevent whatever might be about to happen to her, but she was growing increasingly aware that she was only raising a token protest. At a subconscious level, she did want to know what it would feel like when Warren’s hand came down on her backside. She knew that the victim was usually required to bare her bottom for this treatment, and her quim began to moisten at the thought that either he or Joe would strip her of her underwear before much longer.

  What she did not expect was that Joe’s hands would reach for the tie fastening of her top, loosening it and pulling it apart so that her naked breasts were visible to both men.

  ‘You’ve been hiding those beautiful tits of yours from us for too long,’ Warren told her, as his hands caressed the full, creamy globes lovingly. ‘I think you should be made to go topless in the office every day. Just imagine that, Laurel, having to deal with everyone from Elisha and Cindy to any customers who might call in to the postman, with those big, juicy nipples of yours on display to whoever might want to touch or fondle them. What do you think, Joe?’

  She had not believed Joe would collude so fully in Warren’s schemes until her friend chipped in with, ‘I know she likes to order in sandwiches at lunchtime. I’d make her get them from the Italian deli round the corner, the one with the delivery boy who’s just out of school. Imagine him coming up the stairs to be confronted with a luscious pair of boobs like Laurel’s on show. I bet he’d come in his pants.’

  ‘Speaking of pants,’ Warren said. ‘Do we let Laurel keep hers on?’

  ‘Yeah, if we don’t want to give the lad a heart attack when she bends over to get her purse out of her handbag.’

  Warren laughed, his fingers never leaving off the teasing games they were playing with Laurel’s nipples. ‘I meant now, while I’m tanning her arse. Do we let her keep them on to get her used to the fe
el, or do I spank her on the bare right from the start?’

  ‘Oh, take them off, definitely,’ Joe replied. ‘She hasn’t earned any privileges.’

  Without ceremony, Warren flipped up the hem of Laurel’s skirt, turned it over on itself and tucked it into the waistband. Then, keeping hold of her wrists with one hand, he tugged her lacy white knickers down firmly with the other.

  Warren raised them to his nose, and sniffed at them approvingly. ‘I’m going to keep these,’ he told her, ‘and the next time I have a wank, I’m going to wrap them round my cock.’

  Laurel could not stifle a moan at the thought of Warren lying on his bed, naked, running her knickers up and down the length of an erection which she had as yet not seen, only felt. She imagined his semen ultimately soaking the flimsy fabric in a tribute to her femininity, and shuddered.

  Warren’s palm stroked the soft curves of Laurel’s bottom, his touch encouraging her to spread her legs despite herself. She knew he would be able to see her pussy in close detail, and felt a mixture of shame and wantonness as she imagined his reaction to the sight.

  ‘If only you knew how long I’ve wanted to have you like this, that gorgeous arse of yours naked and vulnerable. You’ve teased me for far too long, Laurel, flaunting yourself, coming on to me and never letting me touch you. Now it’s time you paid for that teasing.’

  The next thing she felt was a stunningly hard slap on her left cheek. She had thought he would only give her some light taps, and prove this was nothing more than play-acting, but his touch was fierce and determined. She made a vain attempt to slide off Warren’s lap, appalled by the unfairness of what was happening to her.

  ‘No you don’t, sweetheart,’ Warren said. ‘You’re taking your punishment like a woman.’