Domination Inc.

by Drusilla Leather

  The fantasies she had outlined to Joe Gallagher were also close to the truth. She did indeed relish the thought of being punished – and pleasured – while being watched. She supposed it stemmed from spending time in such a self-obsessed city as Los Angeles, where appearance was all, as the parade of bodybuilders and cosmetically-enhanced gym bunnies on Venice Beach testified. Everyone there wanted to be seen as a paragon, their outward image matching what they felt to be their own inner beauty and virtue, so why not turn it around, and let yourself be seen succumbing to your basest and most wicked desires?

  Add to this the fact that Joe was undeniably cute, with his mop of red hair, the rash of gold-brown freckles across his cheeks and long, straight nose. Physically, he was her ideal type – muscular without being bulky. She couldn’t help noticing that he walked with a slight limp, but that only added to his desirability, rather than detracting from it. She knew from what Roger had told her that Joe was a long-time friend of her darling stepsister, and wondered if he and Laurel actually slept together. If that was the case, then she was determined to do everything she could to split that little arrangement up.

  Nina suddenly realised that Joe was saying something, and noticed as she turned away from the window that he had put the phone down. She walked back to the desk, smiling at him.

  ‘Are you ready for me?’ she asked.

  ‘Yeah. That was just Laurel checking up on me,’ Joe replied.

  ‘Laurel’s the other owner of the agency, right?’ Nina said.

  Joe nodded. ‘She’s so committed to this place, even when she’s on her sick bed she keeps ringing to make sure everything’s okay. I was just telling her it looks like we’re going to have an extra body around the place, so she can stop worrying.’

  ‘What’s she like, this Laurel?’ Nina did her best to sound casual, anxious as she was to glean Joe’s impression of her stepsister.

  ‘She’s great. You’re going to love working for her. She’s incredibly easy to get on with, she’s a good laugh. She was a mate to me when I was at my lowest point…’

  ‘You sound like you’re in love with her,’ Nina commented.

  She watched the blush spread across Joe’s cheeks. ‘We’re good friends and business partners, that’s all.’

  ‘But you’d like it to go further.’

  ‘Laurel doesn’t believe in mixing business with pleasure. I think she’s afraid that if we have a fling and it all goes wrong, it’ll screw up our business relationship, too. She never talks about it, but I think she was badly hurt in the past by someone who told her they loved her. If anybody was to say it to her now, I don’t think she’d believe them.’ He sat up straight. ‘Why am I telling you all this when we should be getting on with the audition?’

  ‘I know, I know, it’s cheeky of me, digging into your love life when we’ve only just met.’ Nina did a little pirouette of joy as a thought struck her. ‘Isn’t it the sort of behaviour that deserves to be punished?’

  ‘You’re right there,’ Joe said. ‘Come here.’ He stood up and reached for Nina’s arm, pulling her to him. She put up a vague show of resistance, but was more than happy to be pressed close to his warm firm body. Unlike Roger Preston, Joe didn’t seem to favour fancy cologne, smelling instead of soap and healthy male.

  ‘I didn’t mean it,’ Nina squeaked, falling into character. ‘I was only joking. Please don’t spank me.’

  ‘Oh, I’m not going to spank you,’ Joe retorted, and Nina felt a shiver of fearful anticipation run down her spine as she wondered what exactly he had in mind for her.

  Still holding her by one arm, he picked up the chair she had been sitting in with the other. Then he marched over to the window and put the chair underneath it.

  ‘I want you to stand on the chair and look out of the window,’ he said. Obediently, she clambered up on to the wooden seat of the chair, and realised she was looking across to another office on the other side of the narrow street. The shop beneath it was a bookstore, selling respectable paperbacks at discount prices on the main floor and erotica in the basement. The room she could see into appeared to be a dimly-lit stockroom, with boxes piled up haphazardly almost to the ceiling.

  ‘Now turn to face me and unbutton your blouse,’ Joe ordered. ‘I want to see those luscious tits of yours.’

  Nina hesitated, still feigning modesty. Joe stared at her impassively, arms folded, until she tugged her scarlet blouse out of the tight black leather miniskirt she was wearing. Her fingers reached for the buttons and, teasingly slowly, she unfastened them, until the blouse finally hung open and her large creamy breasts were revealed, cupped in a sheer black bra through which her dark nipples were just visible.

  ‘Very nice,’ Joe said. ‘Very nice indeed. But I’d get a better look at them if you took off your bra as well, don’t you think?’

  ‘Please don’t make me,’ Nina said automatically, even though her sex was beginning to pulse excitedly at the thought of displaying more of her body to Joe.

  ‘I’ll get very annoyed if you don’t do what I tell you,’ Joe replied, ‘and when I get annoyed, I tend to increase the severity of a punishment. So, Nina, your bra please.’

  Nina let her blouse slip from her shoulders, then reached behind her to unclip the fastening of her bra. Keeping the garment pressed to her breasts with one hand, she used the other to pull the straps down off her shoulders and free of her arms. Finally, she allowed the bra to fall to the floor. With all the expertise of a stripper, she had not allowed Joe to see anything of her nipples at any point during her intricate manoeuvres.

  ‘My bra’s off,’ she said delightedly. ‘Are you getting a better view of my breasts, Joe?’

  She knew she had bested him, but if he admired her trick, his expression gave nothing away.

  ‘Both hands on your head,’ he told her.

  She pouted at him, but obeyed, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl as she stood on the chair, fingers clasped at the back of her head. The movement was designed to lift her breasts and show them to their best advantage. She was proud of them, and of the way they were made to seem even larger by her small waist and otherwise slim frame. Their large, ruby nipples currently stood stiffly from the surrounding aureoles, paying testimony to her growing excitement.

  ‘Now, turn round and look out of the window again,’ Joe said. ‘And keep your hands where they are, or it’ll be the worse for you.’

  As she presented herself to the window in all her semi-clad glory, Nina wondered for the first time whether she could be seen from the street. It was unlikely, she decided, that anyone would crane their head enough to see the display she was making of herself, but the room across the way was a different matter. She was assuming it was empty, but what if there was someone inside, bending over a box of books, hunting to find something to fill a space on the shelves downstairs? Or maybe there was a member of staff skiving off from their duties, or taking a lunch break, one of the shop’s racier magazines on their lap as they smoked a cigarette and pored over the salacious images spread before them. What if they looked up from the pert breasts and open pussy of a centrefold only to see Nina standing opposite them, topless, in a pose of submissive obedience?

  Almost without being aware of what she was doing, she dropped her hands to her breasts and caressed her nipples, feeling them harden even further beneath her own touch. It excited her to think there were unknown eyes watching her lustfully, and perhaps a hand slipping into an open fly, to free a swelling cock and begin to stroke it to stiffness...

  A hand slamming hard across her backside brought her out of her erotic reverie. She stopped what she was doing and glanced round guiltily.

  ‘Did I tell you to play with yourself?’ Joe asked.

  ‘I’m sorry. I—’ Nina stammered, flustered. She had been so wrapped in her fantasy of the anonymous voyeur in the stockroom that she had forgotten the reality of her situati
on.

  ‘You’ve tried my patience enough, Devon,’ Joe said. ‘Go over to my desk. What I’m going to use to punish you is in the top drawer. Bring it to me.’

  This was more humiliating than Nina could have expected. Not only was Joe going to beat her, she was going to have to find the implement with which he intended to do it. She climbed down off the chair and went to look in the drawer he had specified. Among a litter of papers, paperclips, bottles of correction fluid and loose change, she found a transparent plastic ruler, a foot long. She picked it up, unable to resist the temptation to flex it. It was thin and unyielding, and she was sure it would hurt her. Chastened, she walked back to Joe, who was sitting on the chair, waiting for her.

  ‘Very good,’ he said, as she handed the ruler to him. ‘Now take your skirt off and get over my lap.’

  At least he was going to allow her to keep her panties on, Nina thought, as she slid the zip down and pushed the tight skirt over her hips. She gave a little shimmy as she wriggled out of it, hoping to detract Joe from his task, but he was implacable. Meekly, she clambered onto his lap, accustoming herself to the slightly precarious position as she waited for her punishment to begin. Joe’s hand was in the small of her back, keeping her in place. Her crotch was pressed against his groin, and she was aware of the hefty bulge in his jeans.

  The next thing she felt was a gentle tap on her bottom as Joe measured his swing. She tensed herself, eyes closed tight, but nothing could have prepared her for the feel of the first blow as it landed. She squealed, and would have fallen from Joe’s lap had he not held her tight. There was a stinging line of pain across the fullest part of her bottom, like nothing she had known. The ruler fell again, sharp and unforgiving as before. Joe was spacing the strokes carefully, so that when a third landed, and then a fourth, each was on an area of skin that had not yet been touched. She was squirming and kicking as he beat her, and her bottom felt twice its normal size and unbelievably hot. Tears of pain and shame stung her eyes, and she did nothing to blink them away.

  ‘I’ll bet your bum looks beautiful now, all pink and sore,’ Joe said. ‘Shall we have a look?’

  Nina made no attempt to stop him as he peeled her panties down off her bottom. Joe’s sharp intake of breath suggested that he had registered the fact that her sex was shaven; she knew the sight to be a powerful turn-on for most men, and Joe Gallagher seemed to be no exception.

  His fingers moved over her punished backside, making her moan with a mixture of pain and anticipation.

  ‘Oh, Devon, your arse colours so beautifully,’ he murmured.

  For a moment Nina hoped he would make her stand in the window again. This time, anyone glancing out of the stockroom across the road would see the marks of the ruler, blazing crimson against her alabaster skin, and know that she had been soundly punished. It was a sight to make the most hardened voyeur rub his cock until it spat out its creamy load.

  ‘I still think it could go a little redder, though,’ Joe said.

  He had lulled her into a false sense of security, she realised, as the ruler fell again, more agonising than ever on her naked, sensitised flesh. His next stroke caught the soft underhang of her cheeks, and she howled. But that was nothing compared to the feel of hard plastic slicing into the tops of her thighs. She was sobbing loudly now, fat teardrops running freely down her face.

  ‘Poor Devon,’ Joe muttered, his hand now soothing her once more. ‘But you know you deserve it, don’t you?’

  ‘Yes. Yes, I deserve it,’ Nina replied, aware of a new sensation mingling with the pain. It was pleasure, sweet and strong, and in that moment she knew that, for her, the one could no longer exist without the other. In the past couple of days, Roger and his friends had begun her education into the world of submission, but it was Joe who would ultimately teach her just how deep her submissive streak ran. She did indeed deserve the punishment she was receiving, for it would enable her to reach a peak of ecstasy she had never yet attained.

  ‘Have you learned your lesson?’ Joe asked.

  ‘No,’ Nina said vehemently, knowing it was not the reply Joe was expecting. ‘I haven’t been punished enough. I need more.’

  This time, it was Joe who hesitated.

  ‘Please,’ Nina whispered, and that one word was enough. Joe resumed her chastisement, the ruler now cutting into flesh which was already raised and tender. As she bucked on his lap, her legs scissoring apart, she could not prevent herself giving him glimpses of her most secret places. She could still feel him beneath her, the strength of his erection shielded from her only by a layer of material. She ached to take him inside her body, and make him hers.

  She would never know what unholy impulse made her say what she did next, but the words were at once a challenge and a supplication. ‘Between my legs,’ she begged.

  He did not question her. The flat of the ruler slapped hard against her sex lips, pain blooming like a flower, but followed almost instantly by an orgasm of such intensity that she almost blacked out.

  Joe had dropped the ruler, and his hand was stroking Nina’s hair. ‘Are you okay?’ he asked, concerned, as he drew her into an embrace.

  ‘Fuck me,’ Nina said, clinging to him.

  ‘Look, you’ve passed the audition,’ Joe replied. ‘You don’t need to do anything else to prove you’re suitable to work for us.’

  ‘This has got nothing to do with the audition,’ Nina said. ‘I want you.’ She pressed her mouth hard against his, feeling his lips open as he relaxed into the kiss. Her hands were plucking at his chambray shirt, working rapidly on the buttons. Joe cupped her breasts, squeezing them together and running his thumbs over her aching nipples. He was wearing no underpants beneath his jeans, and when she unzipped them his cock sprang free, so hard it was almost flat against his stomach.

  Nina wasted no time in impaling herself on his erection, sinking down until Joe’s pubic hair prickled against her shaven mound. Her strong inner muscles gripped him covetously as she raised herself up, kissing him hard on the mouth as his cockhead threatened to slip free from her velvet grasp, before lowering herself again. Every movement served to reawaken the dormant pain in her bottom and sex, but it only aroused her further. Joe suckled her nipples as she bounced on his shaft, and she threw her head back in delight.

  How could Laurel have denied herself the pleasure of Joe’s body for so long? Nina wondered. His cock felt so good inside her, smooth and long, filling her delightfully. It would have been sweeter to fuck him if he had been Laurel’s lover, but it would be easy to make this man hers, and once she did, then she could begin to poison the friendship between Joe and her stepsister.

  Her head filled with thoughts of revenge against Laurel, she was only subliminally aware that Joe’s shaft was thickening inside her, his body pressing up against hers in readiness for his orgasm. Suddenly he was flooding her with his come, the spasms of his cock enough to trigger her second climax.

  Joe was muttering something into her hair as his pleasure peaked. The smile of triumph faded from her face as she realised it was the single word, ‘Laurel.’

  She pulled herself off him, glaring at him as though mortally wounded.

  ‘Devon, I’m sorry. I just—’

  She waved his apology away, knowing that though a couple’s bodies could melt into one at the apex of sex, their minds would always be utterly separate. ‘It’s okay. She means a lot to you, it’s obvious.’

  ‘It’s still a cardinal sin,’ Joe said. ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t want to work with me now. Which is a shame, because you have all the makings of a superb escort.’

  ‘Oh, I’ll still work for you,’ Nina said, reaching for her discarded clothes. ‘I mean, I’m curious now. I want to meet the woman who can have such an effect on you.’

  ‘She’ll want to meet you, too,’ Joe told her.

  I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Nina thoug
ht, not when she works out who I actually am. But who cares? By that time I should have learned everything about this agency, and that’ll give me all the ammunition I need to get her out of this business and out of my life. And if I can take Joe Gallagher with me, then so much the better…

  Chapter Eleven

  ‘I tell you, the two of you are really going to get on. She’s fantastic,’ Joe said.

  Laurel pulled the collar of her towelling dressing gown more closely around her, and watched him as he placed a steaming mug down on the coffee table in front of her. Joe had been popping in see her every couple of days while she had been ill, making sure she was stocked up with essentials like milk, bread and paracetamol tablets, but he would insist on making her some dubious home remedy whenever he visited. Last time, it had been the vaporous menthol steam bath which had turned her hair into rats’ tails and done nothing for her sinuses; now, it was this.

  ‘What is that again?’ she asked.

  ‘Honey, lemon juice and whisky,’ Joe told her. ‘It’s the best flu remedy going. Either it kills the germs or it gets them so pissed they can’t remember they’re supposed to be doing you harm.’

  Laurel sipped at it, feeling the hot, alcoholic mixture warm her throat and stomach as it slipped down. ‘So what do you know about this Devon?’ she asked. ‘I mean, even the name sounds false.’

  ‘She’s from California,’ Joe replied, settling into the easy chair opposite Laurel. ‘They all have strange names over there. And does it really matter what we know about her? She’s incredible. She’s even more submissive than Cindy, and I never thought I’d say that about anyone. You should have seen the way she looked up at me through this tangle of dark hair, tears in her eyes, and begged me to slap her between her legs with the ruler. It still turns me on just to think about it.’