Domination Inc. (21 page)

‘So, tell me what happened,' he said. They were the first words he had spoken to her since he had ordered her to strip and present herself, the second she had walked through the front door. They were alone in the house at the moment, but even if they had not been, she would have still been required to disrobe in the hallway, where anyone could see her. The secret of making a woman truly compliant, Roger had read somewhere, was to strip her of her modesty, and her current pose and state of undress were all designed to do just that. He was still pleased and slightly surprised at how quickly Nina had embraced her submissive side. If he had known how much her eagerness to submit was due to her recent encounter with Joe Gallagher, he would not have been half so smug.

‘They bought it totally,' Nina replied. ‘As far as they're concerned, I'm Devon Rylance, and I'm doing escort work to pay my way up north to see my family. Of course, it helped that Laurel's not well.'

‘Oh, really?' Roger said. ‘I didn't know that. Nothing trivial, I hope.'

Nina failed to register Roger's sarcasm. ‘Flu, I think Joe said. Anyway, what matters is that she hasn't seen me yet, and she won't for a while. Even when she's better I can get my assignments over the phone. Joe said that would be no problem, given that I'm not living in London at the moment.' She looked up at Roger. ‘When are you going to get a place in London, by the way?'

‘What's wrong, Nina? Aren't you enjoying being a houseguest here?'

‘Well, it's certainly helped me get into my rôle, but I don't know that I want to be used by so many people all the time.'

‘You know you don't have a choice in the matter,' Roger said. ‘If I want to give you to my friends, I'll give you to my friends. Anyway, that's not important now. I want to know what happened at Domination Inc. How thoroughly did they vet you?'

‘They're doing the checks now, apparently. They need to be sure I haven't spent any time in a correctional institute, that I'm not wanted by the police in the States and that I don't have any life-threatening diseases.'

‘And what will happen when they do those checks, and they don't find any records of a Devon Rylance from Oakland?'

‘Oh, but they will,' Nina replied. ‘I told you I was in information technology, didn't I? Well, I have some friends who are in the same field. Friends who are a little less scrupulous when it comes to altering a computer record.'

‘You mean you hang around with hackers.' Roger made the word sound like a communicable disease.

‘There are a couple of people who owe me one, Roger, and if anyone looks up Devon in the records, they're going to find she's a straight-A student and a model citizen. She's never even had a parking violation.' She smiled. ‘You should let me have a word with my friends. It would be so easy for them to give Laurel a record. You know, a couple of outstanding fines for streetwalking, that kind of thing. We could get her six months in prison, no problem, and that'd give you all the time you need to get your hands on the agency.'

‘Nina, I may be devious, but I think we can bring Laurel and Joe down without resorting to quite such underhand tactics.'

‘Hey, leave Joe out of this!' Nina exclaimed.

‘My, you seem terribly fond of Joe Gallagher, given that you barely know the man,' Roger said. He caught a fistful of Nina's dark hair and jerked her head up painfully until their eyes met. ‘Can I assume that you find our damaged friend attractive? I really think you should tell me more about what happened at this audition.'

‘Not a great deal, really. He just got me to prove I'm submissive, and that I enjoy being beaten, that I wasn't just putting on an act.'

‘What did he do? I want to know every last detail. And while you're telling me, I want you to spread your thighs as wide as they'll go. I want to see if thinking about it is getting you wet.'

Obediently, Nina parted her legs, giving Roger an even better view of the intricate folds of her sex. Already the fleshy petals were beginning to unfurl, revealing the secret places within.

‘Well, first of all he got me to take my blouse and bra off, and then I had to stand in the window with my hands on my head. There's a bookstore across the road, and while I was standing there, I was imagining that someone was looking out of the window, staring at my tits and masturbating.'

‘That turns you on, doesn't it,' Roger said, ‘the thought that no man could resist your naked charms? I'll really have to beat such presumption out of you, you little slut. So what came next?'

‘I thought he was going to spank me, but he wanted to use a plastic ruler on my ass, and I had to go to his desk and bring it to him. Then he made me take my skirt off and get on his knee. And then he slapped me with the ruler. You can't believe how much it hurt.'

‘If you think that's painful, you have a lot to learn,' Roger told her. ‘I'm assured that the birch is a far more evil implement. Perhaps once you've finished your little tale we should go out into the woods and pick a nice, juicy bunch of birch twigs. Imagine how that will feel as it slices across your wanton little arse.'

Nina shuddered. If that was to be her fate, she would rather not finish her story at all. She half-hoped that her hosts would return at this point, to spare her, but she suspected that Roger would simply invite them to join in his planned birch-hunting expedition. There was no punishment he could devise which could not be improved by the input of his friends, who were far more sophisticated and cruel in their pleasures. She sighed, and continued with her tale.

‘After a while he pulled my panties down, and then he carried on hitting me, this time on my bare behind. God, did it sting! He really knew what he was doing. Don't even think about getting rid of him when you get rid of Laurel. He'll be a valuable asset to you.'

‘Are you totally sure that this is an unbiased opinion on your part?' Roger asked. He gazed at the heart of Nina's sex, noticing how it was beginning to glisten with the oily sheen of her excitement. Talking about being punished by Joe was indeed turning her on. She was even more submissive than he had dared to believe.

‘Completely,' Nina assured him. ‘By this time I'd crossed the threshold between pleasure and pain. The ruler was still hurting, but I knew I needed that pain to take me all the way to orgasm. So I begged Joe to slap my snatch with it, and that's what made me come.'

Roger felt his penis lurch at the thought of the ruler being brought down sharply on Nina's shaven pussy, aroused beyond belief to think that she had requested such a severe punishment.

‘And that's when he offered you the job?' Roger said.

Nina shook her head. ‘Not straight away. Before he could do that, I'd climbed on top of him and screwed him. Then he offered me the job. Well, he couldn't really turn me down after that, could he?'

‘You're a forward little minx, and no mistake,' Roger told her. ‘Come with me.' He tugged sharply on the chain, and began to walk into the drawing room. Obediently, Nina crawled after him on her hands and knees.

Roger settled himself down on the big grey leather settee; like the rest of the furnishing in the room, it bore all the hallmarks of his hosts' understated and quietly expensive taste. He dropped Nina's chain and gestured in the direction of the drinks cabinet. ‘Fix me a brandy,' he ordered.

Nina rose, flexing her slightly cramped limbs, and went to do as she had been told. She took a heavy crystal tumbler and poured into it a generous measure, before returning to Roger's side and handing him the drink.

Later, he would inform her she had used the wrong glass; a brandy of this vintage needed to be served in a balloon glass, so it could be warmed between the palms and its aromatic vapours released. It would be more instructive if he were to beat Nina's mistake into her backside, Roger thought, picturing her squirming naked on his knee while her pretty bum cheeks reddened under his palm. Perhaps he would let her have a drink herself afterwards, though she would not be using a glass of any description for that. No, he intended to see her lapping the brandy from a bowl on the ground, like a dog. It would remind her of her lowly position in this new hierarchy.

His face showed nothing of his intentions as he said, ‘So, were you told anything else about the agency?'

Nina, kneeling by his side, looked up at him through her curtain of dark hair. ‘The way Joe talks about them, they're more like a family than a business. They only seem to have a very few members of staff, which I suppose is why he was so grateful when I rang up looking for work. There's Warren, Chris, Cindy and Elisha.' She counted them off on her fingers as she spoke. ‘Between them and Joe, apparently they can cater for just about every taste you can think of – providing it's legal, of course.'

‘Of course,' Roger murmured. ‘And what about the lovely Laurel? Does she offer her services for hire, too?'

‘Oh, no. According to Joe, she's the glue that binds all the rest of them together. She's incredibly efficient and organised, he said. Which basically means she's just as boring as she was when I knew her.'

‘Well, that's one area where I'll certainly be planning to make changes.' Roger smiled to himself. Perhaps throwing Laurel out of the agency was not the only option. Perhaps he should keep her on, and make her do escort work. He'd make a point of attracting dominant male clients, and reserve her for the ones with the most specialised tastes. The thought of the prim and proper Laurel Angell being in situations where she was forced to expose her naked body in a public setting, or to have clamps and heavy chains hung from her nipples and sex lips, or have her pretty face and body covered with mud and gooey foodstuffs, excited him greatly. She deserved to be humiliated and brought low – on that point, he was in full agreement with Nina – and this was the perfect way to do it.

He took another sip of his brandy, relishing its taste. ‘We have to plan our next move very carefully, Nina,' he said. ‘We shan't do anything immediately. You need to work for the agency for a week or two, until you're on a friendly footing with as many members of the staff as possible. It's vital that everyone likes you and trusts you – that way, when we strike, they won't suspect that someone within the organisation has been responsible.'

‘What exactly are you planning to do?' Nina asked.

‘We have to get Laurel in a position where she's on her own and vulnerable,' Roger replied. ‘I envisage her being placed in a situation where she's completely helpless, and the only way in which she can save herself is by handing over the deeds of the agency to me. This is where I need your help, Nina. I know you don't want to risk blowing your cover, but I need you to find out as much as you can about her routine – where she goes, who she's friendly with, that sort of thing.'

‘Oh, that's no problem,' Nina said. ‘All I have to do is get closer to Joe Gallagher. He's so besotted with her he'll tell me anything I need to know. I know his type; it'll be easy to wrap him round my little finger.'

‘You seem to be regarding all this as some sort of game,' Roger said, his voice taking on a sudden severity. He was tired of talking about Laurel; Nina had been naked in front of him for the best part of an hour now, her body betraying signs of her own arousal, and he was growing increasingly impatient to haul her onto his lap and give her a good spanking. ‘This is deadly serious, Nina, I can assure you, and if you're not going to treat it as such, then you're going to have to suffer the consequences. Over my knee, now!'

‘Oh, please, no,' Nina whimpered. ‘Joe only took the ruler to my ass a couple of hours ago. It's still sore.'

‘That's no excuse.' Roger caught hold of the chain and dragged her, protesting, to her feet. ‘Turn round,' he ordered.

Meekly, Nina did so, giving Roger the opportunity to study her firm backside at length. It did indeed bear the signs of a recent punishment, the skin bruised and slightly raised. Roger could not help wishing he had been the one who had inflicted those marks on Nina's taut cheeks, but contented himself with the thought that a spanking on such abused and tender flesh would be all the more painful.

‘You simply have to learn that when you're due a punishment, there's no point in arguing,' Roger told her, hearing Nina's indrawn breath as his fingers traced over the weals the ruler had left. ‘You also have to learn that when you serve brandy, you use a balloon glass. In fact, I think we're going to have to make that point very clear.'

Roger sat down sharply, tugging at the chain around Nina's neck as she did so. Caught off-balance, Nina toppled onto his waiting lap in a tangle of lithe arms and legs. In a businesslike fashion, Roger arranged her to his satisfaction; he took one of the butter-soft leather cushions from the settee and pushed it under her body so that her bottom arched up towards him, prominent and ready to be chastised. However, Roger had not quite finished. His glass now contained only the dregs of the brandy, but what he was about to do would still be a waste, knowing how much the bottle would have cost. He paused for a moment, leaving Nina enough time to wonder what he was about to do, then picked up the glass and poured the remnants of his drink over her backside. Although the alcohol would dry quickly against her warm skin, it would sting her freshly-punished flesh, and the first couple of slaps would be all the more painful.