Domination Inc. by Drusilla Leather Page B

wet, her juices flowing in anticipation of the punishment she was about to receive.
    His palm was broad and slightly calloused, and she tensed herself for the feel of it against her soft, unprotected backside. And when she had taken the required number of strokes, he would push her to her knees without ceremony, unzip the fly of his tight black jeans and order her to suck his thick, straining cock.
    As she imagined taking that solid length deep into her mouth, Joanna touched her fingers lightly against her clitoris, and came…
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    Joanna waited until the other girls in the office had gone to the sandwich bar across the road for lunch before she picked up the phone. There was no way she could make the call if there was even the slightest chance she would be overheard. She dialled the number with trembling fingers, and waited while it rang at the other end. Half-expecting to be greeted by the laughter of a friend, she was surprised when a soft, educated female voice said, ‘Good afternoon, Domination Inc. This is Laurel. How may I help you?’
    â€˜Well, I saw your leaflet and I... er...’ She stopped, unsure of how to continue.
    â€˜And you have a fantasy you’d like us to fulfil.’ The woman on the other end of the line sounded as matter-of-fact as if she was taking an order for a takeaway pizza. ‘Why don’t you tell me about it?’
    Hesitantly at first, Joanna began to outline the thoughts that had crystallised when she had seen the flyer: how she wanted to be taken out of her everyday existence and made to kneel in homage to a cruel but just master. She was not about to tell her that the scenario she had created had been so powerful she had frigged herself stupid over it, but she suspected this Laurel was astute enough to realise that had been the case.
    When she had finished, the woman quoted her what seemed a surprisingly reasonable price for providing such a service. Not that money was a problem, Joanna thought, as Laurel took her payment via credit card: eight months of staying in on her own and refusing dates had been considerably cheaper than eight months of going out with Pete, or whoever might have otherwise replaced him.
    â€˜So what happens now?’ she asked.
    â€˜We’ll collect you, tonight,’ Laurel told her.
    â€˜When?’ she asked, amazed at the efficiency with which this mysterious outfit seemed to operate, but the woman refused to give her any further details. She simply told Joanna the code word that would be used, and wished her good day, then hung up, leaving her in a state of nervous, excited anticipation. She was still wondering whether she had done the right thing when the girls returned from lunch.
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    It was raining when Joanna left the office that evening, and she turned her coat collar up against the downpour. The city’s taxis always seemed to disappear with the onset of unpleasant weather, and she began to make her way towards the nearest tube station. Perhaps the man Laurel had promised to provide was already waiting at the flat for her to arrive. Perhaps her lateness would increase the length of her punishment.
    She did not notice the squat, black four-wheel drive as it came to a halt by the side of the road; the first she knew that she had company was a hand grabbing her from behind, and its twin being placed over her eyes.
    â€˜What the…?’ she began, and then a voice hissed the code word in her ear, and she knew she was being collected. There was a second man driving, Joanna realised, and the four-wheel drive was pulling away even as she was bundled onto its back seat. Any number of people had been around to witness her apparent abduction, but she knew that no one who had noticed anything would be likely to raise the alarm. It was just as well, she supposed; this was hardly a matter for the police to investigate.
    She hoped the man who had hold of her would release his grip, but he clung on to her tightly as they