Domination Inc. (25 page)

Cindy felt soft skin pressing against her sore buttocks, and realised that the phallus was strapped around Louisa's waist. No doubt there was a second, equally large dildo inserted deeply into Louisa's cunt, filling and stimulating her just as its twin was filling and stimulating Cindy.

Louisa pulled back until the phallus had almost slipped out of Cindy's sex, then slammed it in hard. She began to fuck the little blonde with power and grace, the well-lubricated dildo thrusting to the very depths of Cindy's wet channel. With every forward stroke, Louisa's groin made contact with Cindy's buttocks, pressing against the sore stripes the crop had left behind. And yet, each painful reminder of the ordeal she had undergone only seemed to arouse Cindy further, pushing her rapidly towards orgasm.

The room was silent except for Louisa's muttered oaths and Cindy's tortured breathing. Somewhere in the house a grandfather clock chimed the hour. Louisa reached round and began to play with the puckered buds of Cindy's nipples. Cindy moaned, feeling jolts of pleasure scissor down to her womb.

‘Not yet,' Louisa said, sensing that Cindy was reaching a peak of excitement. ‘You'll come when I tell you, and not before, or it'll be the worse for you.'

‘Yes, Mistress,' Cindy replied, the word falling from her lips unbidden.

Louisa was thrusting into her harder than ever, and Cindy suspected that the other woman was close to her own orgasm. Cindy desperately wanted to come, but knew she had to time her orgasm to Louisa's command. Her resolve was shattered when Louisa slipped a hand between Cindy's legs and lightly touched her clitoris. It was enough to send her spiralling down into the orgasm her body craved so badly.

When the last ripple of pleasure had finally faded, she opened her eyes to see Louisa glaring at her. The dildo had slipped out of Cindy's body and protruded from Louisa's crotch, slick and shiny with Cindy's copious juices. More unnervingly, Louisa was holding the riding crop once more.

‘Did I say you could do that?' she asked.

‘I'm sorry, Mistress,' Cindy replied softly. ‘I just couldn't help myself.'

‘You'll have to be taught that when I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed. Do I make myself clear?

Before Cindy could answer, Louisa's arm had moved like lightning and the crop slashed down, the tip making agonising contact with Cindy's right nipple. She had no chance to recover before the crop had fallen again, on her left nipple this time. Cindy clutched at the chair, fighting to keep her balance; the pain in her tormented nipples was like nothing she had known, but it was sending messages that her confused nerve-endings were translating as pleasure, and her womb was throbbing in orgasm once more.

Unable to stand on her weak legs, Cindy sank to the floor. Louisa turned away; in contempt, Cindy suspected, at how she had reacted to the punishment. However, she was looking in the drawer from which she had produced the strap-on dildo and the lubricant, and Cindy realised that, like Pandora's Box, there was always something lurking in its deepest recesses. This time, Louisa produced a collar and a pair of wrist cuffs, together with a slim metal pole about eighteen inches long.

Cindy was unable to resist as Louisa put the collar around her neck and buckled it securely, then fastened the wrist cuffs in place. They had been designed, Cindy quickly realised, so that they could be attached to the metal pole, which ran practically the length of her spine once it was in place. She found herself forced to kneel upright, the curious bondage contraption allowing her hardly any movement. As a final insult, a cuff was strapped around her ankle and tethered securely to the leg of the library's heavy wooden writing desk.

‘Get used to it,' Louisa told her, as Cindy wriggled experimentally in her bonds. ‘If your boss is putting up any sort of resistance, you'll be in it for a while.' And with that, she turned and stalked haughtily out of the library, leaving Cindy alone with her increasingly worried thoughts.

 

Cindy woke from a dream in which someone was trying to stuff her into a very small barrel, in which she was intended to negotiate Niagara Falls. She had no idea how long she had slept, but the sun seemed to be quite high in the sky, and she assumed it was mid-morning. This was not, she thought ruefully, how she usually spent a Sunday morning. Usually she would be waking after a night's escort work, ravenous and ready for a decent breakfast and a trawl through the morning papers. She was more than ready for her breakfast, but she doubted that the Lawsons would be falling over themselves to provide bacon and eggs and a cup of freshly-brewed coffee.

She had been left in her cramped kneeling position for a couple of hours before anyone had come to check on her. This time, it had been Clive Lawson. He had not spoken a word to her, but had merely removed the metal pole before securely fastening the wrist cuffs together. He had then unzipped his trousers and presented his almost fully erect cock to Cindy's unprotesting lips. Knowing what was required of her, she had begun to lick the bulbous head, the point of her tongue flicking into the little eye to scoop out the droplets of juice which were forming there. Swiftly and efficiently she had brought him to the point of no return, at which moment he had caught hold of her head and clamped it securely to his crotch. Unable to move, Cindy had felt her mouth filling with salty gouts of his come, which she had been obliged to swallow. Then he had simply zipped himself up once more, turned on his heel and left the room.

Grateful at least that she was no longer in her restrictive bondage, even though her wrists were still tethered behind her, Cindy had curled into a little ball. From what Louisa had said, her comparative freedom meant that Laurel was doing as the Lawsons wanted. Although Cindy suspected it wasn't actually what the Lawsons wanted at all. Someone else was responsible for what was happening, she was sure of it; someone who knew plenty about both herself and Laurel, and probably everyone else at the agency. It didn't make sense. Laurel had no enemies, as far as Cindy knew: the only person who had ever caused her any problems was Roger Preston, and he was missing, presumed lost up his own fundament. Too sore and tired to devote any serious thought to the problem, Cindy had closed her eyes and given in to sleep.

And now she was wide awake once more, and aware that she was no longer the only person in the room. Quite a crowd had gathered, in fact. Clive and Louisa Lawson, as immaculately turned out as ever and giving no indication that they had a naked, bound woman in their drawing room. Laurel, head bowed submissively, wearing nothing but a pair of tattered stockings, and with her hands fastened behind her back. And there was a fourth person, who Cindy recognised immediately despite the fact that he'd dyed his hair since she'd last seen him. Roger Preston. Suddenly, things began to fall into place.

The two girls risked a glance at each other, and Cindy winked, trying to indicate to Laurel that although they might be down, they were certainly not out. She couldn't help noticing that Laurel's sex lips were flushed and swollen, and her nipples bruised, and she wondered what had happened to her boss in the time after they had been separated.

Roger strode over and looked down at Cindy where she was huddled on the floor. ‘Did you sleep well?' he asked sarcastically.

‘Roger!' Cindy replied. ‘I'd like to say how nice it is to see you again, except I can't. Why don't you sod off back to whatever hole it is you've crawled out of, and leave us all alone?'

‘Ah, Cindy, elegant and refined as ever.' Roger sighed. ‘I thought a night in bondage might have taught you the value of keeping your mouth shut, but obviously not. Perhaps I should send Louisa for one of her ball gags, and we'll see your lips stretched round that, eh?'

‘Why don't you cut out all the macho crap, and tell me and Laurel what's going through that devious little mind of yours?' Cindy said. After the cropping she had received from Louisa and her uncomfortable night in the wrist cuffs, she was in the mood for a fight, and if being stroppy was getting up Roger's nose, so much the better. She had never particularly enjoyed working for him when he had been joint owner of the old agency, much preferring to deal with Laurel. If he was back on the scene, it could only mean bad news.

‘Oh, Laurel knows exactly what's happening here. Why don't you tell your little friend my plans for the future, Laurel?' He caught a handful of Laurel's hair and forced her head up until her eyes met Cindy's.

‘Roger wants his share of the agency back,' Laurel said quietly. ‘He's pleased with the way we've been running it in his absence, and he wants to reward us for our efforts by creaming off half the profits.' A new, more defiant tone crept into her voice. ‘And he can't understand why I won't agree to this arrangement.'

‘I must admit, I thought we'd have broken you between us by now,' Roger said reflectively. ‘Well, if not a hardened slapper like Miss Beresford here, then I thought keeping Laurel chained up for a while might have knocked some sense into her, but obviously not. I think we shall have to raise the stakes a little.' He paced round the room, hands clasped behind his back, surveying the two girls. ‘I'm sure that at some point over the last few hours you must have wondered how I know so much about the two of you and your little sexual proclivities, and about the new format of the agency. I couldn't have done it all by myself, you must have realised that, and now I think it's time you met the person who's been so vital in the success of this operation up till now.'

Roger strode over to the door. When he pulled it open, Cindy almost gasped aloud in shock as she saw who stood framed there.

 

 

Laurel, too, was gaping at the figure in the doorway in disbelief. Five years had wrought substantial changes: the mousy, messy curls and the puppy fat had gone, replaced by sleek, black, waist-length locks and a svelte, sensual figure, but there was no mistaking the cold green eyes and the expression of hatred contained within them.

‘Nina!' she gasped, at the same time as Cindy exclaimed, ‘Devon!'

The two girls looked at each other. ‘That's Devon?' Laurel asked Cindy. ‘I knew it was a false name as soon as I heard it.'

‘So, who is this?' Cindy asked. ‘Do you two know each other?'

‘You could say that,' Laurel said. ‘This is Nina, my stepsister. I haven't seen her for a few years—'

‘And I'm as pleased about that as you are, believe me,' Nina retorted. Laurel was struck by the pronounced American twang in her stepsister's voice. No wonder Joe, who knew nothing of the bad blood that flowed between the members of the Angell family, had been taken in so convincingly. ‘You can't know how nice it is to see you trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, sister dearest.'

‘Why have you done this?' Laurel asked. ‘How could you get involved with a slimy little crook like Roger? No, forget that. It's obvious. Everyone sinks to their own level eventually.'

Nina shook her head. ‘Same sanctimonious Laurel. I always hoped you'd lighten up one day, but it doesn't seem to have happened. And if you must know, Roger's made me a very good proposition. If things go to plan, I'll be sitting behind the desk in the agency while you're out servicing the clients. It sounds like a perfect arrangement to me.'

‘Well, you can just forget it, because it's never going to happen,' Laurel replied passionately. ‘There's no way you or Roger are getting your grubby hands on the agency.'

‘It's a shame you think like that,' Nina said. ‘I hoped you'd see things our way. I mean, I sincerely hoped we could all get on well, seeing as I'm going to be spending so much time with Joe and all.'

‘Joe? What do you mean?'

‘Let's just say that we've been spending some quality time together.' Nina's smile was witch-like. ‘We pretty much hit it off the first time we met. Let me tell you, the sex in the office that day... I've never known anything like it. He thinks I'm pretty, and smart, and fun to be with. You know, I think the guy's seriously in love with me.'

Laurel felt sick to the pit of her stomach. It was all too possible to believe that Joe might have fallen for Nina, whose innate, raw sexuality was now allied to a cool, sophisticated beauty. If only she had given in to her instincts and told Joe how she really felt about him, she wouldn't be kneeling here, listening to her stepsister boast of her relationship with the only man she had ever truly loved.

‘Whatever the relationship between you and Joe, it doesn't change the way I feel about the agency,' Laurel said. ‘I'm not signing it over to you and Roger.'

Nina and Roger looked at each other in obvious exasperation, then Roger said, ‘There's only one thing for it. Louisa, go and fetch the clamps.'

Louisa left the room smartly, returning a few moments later with what looked like a small, blue velvet jewellery box. She handed it to Roger, who crouched down before Laurel and opened it up. Inside was what Laurel at first took to be a pair of old-fashioned screw-fastening ear-rings. Roger took one out and held it before her.

‘I think a session with these on will help to change your mind. Nina, would you like to do the honours?'

‘Certainly. Stand up, Laurel.'

Knowing she had no option but to obey, Laurel rose carefully to her feet, wondering what was coming next. She felt Nina's hand cupping her left breast, before her stepsister flicked her thumbnail over her nipple, bringing it instantly to full hardness. In that instant, Laurel knew the true purpose of the little clamps. Nina fixed one onto Laurel's protruding nipple, screwing it tightly into place. Laurel bit her lip, wanting to cry out as the clamp's metal jaws bit viciously into her tender flesh.