Domination Inc. (20 page)

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 thought, 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…

 

 

 

 

 

‘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.'

‘I hope you didn't just decide to employ her because you want to go to bed with her,' Laurel said reproachfully. Since the moment Joe had rung her following Devon's audition, he had been unable to stop talking about the girl.

‘It's too late for that,' Joe replied. ‘After I'd finished punishing her she asked me to fuck her. So we've got all that side of it out of the way already.' He took a swig of the coffee he had made for himself. ‘I know what all this is really about. You're jealous of her.'

‘I'm sorry?' Laurel said. ‘What do I have to be jealous of?'

‘Only the fact that she's experienced the delights of my body, and you haven't.'

Laurel tried to work out whether Joe was joking. She gave up, sniffed, and reached for a tissue. She hated having flu, and she especially hated having it this badly. Normally she was up and about within a couple of days of falling ill, but this seemed to be a particularly virulent strain of the illness, and her symptoms seemed to be showing no signs of abating. She suspected it was partly her own fault for over-exerting herself, and wondered if she should have taken a couple of days off earlier in the month, as Joe had insisted. ‘You sound like you've signed up for the Warren Keating self-appreciation course,' she said finally.

‘Couldn't get on it,' Joe retorted. ‘Warren's taken all the places for himself. He sends his love, by the way. He says if you need vapour rub applying to your chest at any time, you're to give him a ring.'

In spite of herself, Laurel smiled.

‘That's better,' Joe said. ‘Look, Laurel, I know you're worrying about how we're all managing in your absence, but we're fine. Cindy's holding the office together while the rest of us are going out on jobs, and she's loving it. Half the blokes in the sandwich bar round the corner are in love with her, and she's even revived that cheese plant that was dying on top of the filing cabinet. I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't have a job to come back to when you're better. Cindy will want to do the desk job, and you'll have to go out and have your bum spanked by strange women.'

Now he was joking, Laurel was sure of it. She smiled at Joe, and tried to ignore the nagging truth of his earlier words. Though she would never admit it, she was jealous of the attention Joe seemed to be paying this mysterious Devon. She had always thought she held a special place in his affections, and it hurt her to think that some other woman could turn his head so easily.

It was all reminding her too much of Nina. She hadn't consciously thought about her stepsister in ages, but the way Joe was talking about their new escort only made her remember how good Nina had been at attracting the men Laurel had really fancied. Only because Nina was a prick-tease, Laurel thought reproachfully. She promised them something she had no intention of giving them, and it was enough to lure them into her clutches for long enough to forget which sister they had originally been interested in. The last thing Laurel wanted was to employ a woman who might operate on Nina's level, but there was no way she could tell Joe that. He knew hardly anything about Laurel's painful relationship with Nina, and she was very happy for that to remain the case.

She wrapped her fingers around the mug, lifted it to her mouth and drank from it once more.

‘How is that?' Joe asked, gesturing to the mug.

‘Lovely,' Laurel replied. Joe's hot toddy was relaxing her, and she was beginning to feel a little sleepy. She put the mug down and held her arms out towards Joe. ‘Come here.'

Joe went to join her on the settee, and she snuggled up to him. He stroked a hand through her hair as her eyelids drooped further. She felt safe and comforted in his embrace, and she wondered how it would feel if she was to finally lower her defences and move their relationship on to the more intimate footing Joe craved.

‘I do trust you, you know that,' she told him. ‘It's just that after what happened with Roger, I keep thinking that something might go wrong, and we might lose the agency.'

‘What's going to go wrong?' Joe asked. ‘Just concentrate on getting better, Laurel, and leave everything else in our capable hands.'

The only thing I'd like to leave in your capable hands right now is my bottom, was Laurel's last conscious thought, before her head nodded onto Joe's shoulder, and she slept.

 

Nina Angell knelt at Roger Preston's feet, wearing nothing except for a wide black leather collar which circled her slim neck. There was a D-ring at the front of the collar to which a length of chain could be attached, as it was now. Roger was holding the other end of the chain securely as he looked down at Nina's naked body. She was in the position he had asked her to hold, body arched and knees a little way apart so that her full, ruby-tipped breasts and naked sex were displayed prominently. The sight was enough to keep him at full hardness beneath his snug-fitting black chinos.