Domination Inc. by Drusilla Leather Page A

impunity. She only hoped that by the time she was dealing with Warren on a daily basis she would be able to keep under better control the surge of submissive desire his presence seemed guaranteed to inspire in her.
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Chapter Four
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    The card was lying on the mat when Joanna Morrison came in from work, among a litter of flyers for her local curry house and boiler repair specialists, and her personal selection of numbers for the Readers’ Digest prize draw.
    The image caught her eye: a woman, pictured from behind but obviously topless, head bowed and hands cuffed behind her back. Intrigued, she studied the wording on the reverse. ‘Domination Inc. We know what you want.’ Underneath the central London phone number, it added, ‘No need too great, no desire too dark.’
    Joanna studied the card for a moment, wondering which of her friends might have mocked it up and left it with her post as a prank, then crumpled it up with the rest of the junk mail and threw it in the bin. She poured herself a glass of white wine from the fridge and flicked on the radio. It had been a rough day at work, and a blast of something loud and energetic was what she needed to help her forget the impossible deadline she was struggling to meet. But the combination of music and alcohol failed to work its usual magic; she was still aware of a nagging feeling in the back of her brain, a feeling that somehow, somewhere, she was missing out on something.
    She took a sip of her wine, savouring its icy chill. If she was honest, the only thing she was missing right now was sex. It had been eight months since Pete had left her for a temp in his office typing pool; eight long months in which to be bitter about his betrayal, to declare herself defiantly celibate and, finally, to decide that what she needed, more than anything, was a good hard fuck. However, that was proving to be more than a little elusive; she had no desire to get involved in another flirtatious series of dates which would eventually lead to the bedroom, but neither did she want to hunt the singles bars and find nothing better than an instantly forgettable one-night stand. London was not an easy place to find a new lover; single available men who were intelligent, attractive, witty and not gay were incredibly thin on the ground, and they could have their pick of the city’s women. Joanna’s standards were high, and she was reluctant to lower them simply in an attempt to ease the void between her legs.
    In the kitchen, on her way for a refill, she reached into the bin and pulled out the crumpled flyer. ‘No need too great, no desire too dark...’ The words were tantalisingly full of promise. Even if it was just a joke, it was still tempting to think that someone out there might be able to reach into her psyche, discover what she really wanted, and provide it for her. No hearts-and-flowers romance, no soppy sentimentality. Just raw, straightforward sex.
    Joanna curled up on the settee and glanced at the illustration on the flyer again. In her mind’s eye it was she who stood, cuffed and half-naked, waiting to be punished for some unspecified misdemeanour. Absent-mindedly, her fingers moved to touch her breasts, rubbing at her nipples and hardening them. Yes, she was awaiting her master. She could almost see him now: not overly tall, but powerfully-built, his dark hair short and spikily-cut, his eyes a piercing grey that saw into her soul and had no mercy for what they found there. She would keep her head down as he approached her, only raising her eyes on his command, knowing she could not speak without his permission.
    Her hands were straying lower now, raising the hem of her short, businesslike checked skirt as she imagined him easing down her knickers, leaving her utterly naked and vulnerable. With her hands restrained, she would have no way of shielding her pussy from his gaze. If he came to inspect her he would find she was already