Domination Inc. (18 page)

‘Would now be a good time to ask exactly where you're taking me?' Nina asked.

‘Somewhere you've never been before,' Roger replied. As he spoke, he was reaching for the tie which had been loosely knotted around his neck. He stroked Nina's head gently, the caress soothing her and encouraging her to relax against him. Swiftly, he looped the tie around her eyes; it made a crude but effective blindfold, and she stiffened at the sudden deprivation of sight.

Unable to see what Roger was doing, she strained her ears, listening for clues, and was rewarded with the sound of a zip coming down. Then he took hold of her hand, guiding it towards her lap, and encouraging her to grope for his cock. Her fingers closed around the warm, semi-erect length.

‘Stroke it for me, Nina,' Roger said. She did as he asked, her hand shuttling up and down the column of flesh, feeling it lengthen and grow more solid as she did so. She tried to gauge its dimensions: around six inches, she thought, with a thick vein on the underside and a foreskin that moved smoothly over the moist head as she masturbated it. It was the first uncircumcised cock she'd handled since she'd left England, and she was sorry she could not see exactly how it was reacting to her touch.

‘That's good,' Roger told her. ‘Now suck it.'

She had no intention of refusing to comply, but he seemed prepared to believe that she might, for his hand was on the back of her neck now, pushing her head down towards the tip of his erection. She made her mouth into an ‘O' and closed it around his hot glans where it protruded from its protective sleeve of skin. He tasted of salt and expensive soap, and she sucked softly, her tongue licking away the drops of juice her actions were coaxing from the little eye at the centre.

He muttered his satisfaction, his hand twining in her silky dark hair. She was taking her time, wanting to bring him gradually to the peak of excitement, but Roger was impatient. His grip on her hair grew stronger, controlling the pace at which her head bobbed up and down on his cock. Obediently, she increased her movements, taking more and more of his length into her throat. Over the years she had perfected her repertoire when it came to giving head, learning how to let her gullet relax enough to allow most of a good-sized erection to fill her mouth without choking her. Now her nose was brushing Roger's dark pubic hair as she sucked him, and his hips were jerking beneath her.

Roger grunted, and salty gouts of semen began to flow into her mouth. He kept her head firmly against his groin, forcing her to gulp down every drop. So this was what he meant by submission, Nina thought, struggling to swallow the last of his come. She should have fought against it, refused to let him use her mouth as a receptacle, and yet she did not want to. Nina was aware that her sex was pulsing, hot excitement coursing through her belly at the thought that she had been nothing more than a vehicle for his pleasure. Back in California everything was based on complete mutuality: you practically had to sign a consent form if you wanted to take a man's cock in your mouth. Roger had been in control throughout what had just happened to her, and yet she felt liberated, rather than demeaned.

Now his touch on her hair was tender once more. ‘She's excellent, Chambers,' Roger said, and Nina realised he was addressing the chauffeur. ‘I recommend you sample her technique. In fact, I insist. We should be able to turn off soon. You know what to do.'

‘Yes, Mr Preston,' the chauffeur replied.

Nina shuddered. It was obvious what Roger was expecting of her. At no point had he mentioned that she might be required to service the chauffeur. She'd only had a brief impression of the man as he'd taken her bags, but she remembered his dark curly hair and muscular build, hinted at by the way his uniform stretched slightly across his chest and thighs. Perhaps he would be rough with her, rougher than Roger had been. The thought excited her, and she was aware that she was growing wetter between her legs.

Within a few minutes the limousine was making a left turn. Nina wondered where she was being taken. Perhaps they had reached their final destination, or Roger knew of some quiet woodland spot where they could act out the rest of this bizarre scenario in peace.

Her hopes were dashed as soon as the car came to a halt. The driver's window of the car had been partially wound down and Nina, whose hearing seemed to have become keener to compensate for her temporary loss of sight, was immediately aware of traffic noise and voices. Where the hell were they?

The question was answered when Roger removed the blindfold. They had parked alongside a sign reading SERVICES, and as Nina looked out of the window she saw a squat red brick building with a stream of people passing in and out of its doors, and a couple of petrol pumps beneath a free-standing awning off to the left.

She suddenly felt grateful for the tinted windows. At least if she was going to have to suck the chauffeur's cock in such a public place, the darkened glass would shield their activities from the numerous passers-by.

Roger, however, had other ideas. He reached for Nina's boots, slipping them on her feet and zipping them in place. Nina, with her hands still secured behind her, sat meekly and let him drape his overcoat around her shoulders to conceal the fact that her wrists were tied together. The chauffeur got out of the car, and came to open the door nearest to Nina.

‘Out you get,' Roger said. Nina swung her legs out, knees together in an attempt to prevent the chauffeur, who would be well aware of her knickerless state, taking a glimpse up her dress.

Roger followed her out and, once the car was secured, began to lead her away from the service complex and towards a copse of low scrubby trees a hundred or so yards away. Here the noise from the motorway was still a noticeable rumble, but they had a greater degree of privacy than Nina could have hoped for given Roger's apparently capricious state of mind.

Roger took the coat from Nina's shoulders. ‘On your knees,' he ordered. Nina knelt, and awaited the next instruction. She could feel cold dry grass against the skin between the tops of her boots and the hem of her dress, and smell some indefinable scent that was a mixture of damp earth and diesel oil.

The chauffeur unfastened his uniform trousers and let them drop to his knees. His cock was flaccid, but even in that state Nina could tell it was big. Her snatch moistened at the thought of what it might look like when it was erect.

‘You know what to do.'

With Roger's command ringing in her ears, Nina shuffled forward and let the chauffeur present his limp dick to her lips. Like Roger, he was not circumcised, and he peeled the foreskin back with his fingers, giving Nina access to the fat, plum-coloured glans. She ran her tongue over its smooth surface experimentally, then moved down to concentrate on the groove between the head and the shaft, flicking lightly at it. The chauffeur's cock was hardening rapidly as blood rushed to fill its spongy caverns, and Nina took as much of it into her mouth as she could manage. It was a good couple of inches bigger than his employer's, and Nina wondered if he would make her deep-throat it the way Roger had.

As she laved the chauffeur's shaft, she felt Roger's hands on the hem of her sweater dress. With her wrists bound she was unable to prevent him from hiking the dress towards her waist. As she felt the cool morning air on her small, high buttocks, she was glad they were in a secluded spot, away from the bustle of the service station.

Roger held her tightly by the waist with one hand, while the other stroked over the contours of her bottom cheeks, and down between them until it was cupping her sex. She registered his sharp intake of breath as he realised that her sex was completely shaven.

She stopped sucking on the chauffeur's cock long enough to say, ‘Well, it was either that, or dye it the same shade as my head hair.'

Nina felt Roger's palm smack hard against her left buttock. ‘Did I say you could speak?' he asked.

Nina said nothing. She knew he wanted her to reply, but if she did, he would no doubt hit her again. No one had ever spanked her, not even as a child, and she could feel the mark of Roger's hand where it had fallen, like a fiery brand.

Now Roger's hand was between her legs again, probing everywhere. He was pressing his fingers up into her vaginal opening, stretching her as a third digit followed the second. Her juices were running freely at this unexpectedly forceful treatment, and she whimpered as he thrust roughly in and out of her.

The chauffeur was stroking his own balls languidly as Nina went back to licking his shaft. She glanced up for a moment at his face; his eyes were closed, and his features were screwed up in an ecstatic grimace. Nina knew in that moment that he was about to come, and prepared herself to take a mouthful of his spunk.

To her surprise he pulled out of her mouth, rubbing frantically at his member. Dollops of his viscous come landed in Nina's hair and on her face, like thick salty rain. As her jaw gaped wide in surprise, he aimed his cock so that the last drops fell straight into Nina's open mouth. At the same time Roger withdrew his fingers from her channel and used them to scour her clitoris. His abrasive touch was enough to trigger an orgasm that left her bucking in his arms, rainbow shards of colour dancing in front of her eyes.

There was a rustling in the undergrowth close by. Nina turned her head to see a scruffy black and white dog leaping through the long grass. A few yards behind, an elderly man was standing, stock-still, the expression on his face indicating that he had seen some, if not of all, of what had just taken place. Nina's face burned with shame as she imagined the man watching as she was made to fellate the chauffeur, while Roger's fingers toyed with her sex. She must look as sluttish as she felt, with semen glistening in her hair and on her cheeks, her hands tied behind her and her naked bottom still on display.

Roger followed her gaze, and smiled at the interloper. ‘She'll suck yours, too,' he said. ‘You only have to ask.'

Nina felt her humiliation was complete as she watched the play of emotions that swept over the man's face. At first he seemed to think Roger was joking, then his expression changed to one of lustful desire. Nina would never know what might have happened if, at that moment, a woman's voice had not called, ‘Norman! Norman, where are you? Have you found Trixie yet?'

The man turned guiltily and whistled to the dog, which stopped its explorations and trotted back to his side. Their disappearance out of the copse was Roger's cue to haul Nina to her feet. He pulled her dress down to a respectable level once more and untied her tights.

‘You'd have done it, wouldn't you?' Roger said, as they walked back to the parked limousine, Chambers the chauffeur leading the way. ‘You'd have sucked that man's cock, even though you had no idea who he was.'

‘I—' Nina did not know what to say. How could she tell Roger that she had been so aroused by what was happening to her that she would have gladly obeyed any order he might care to give her?

‘You're perfect,' he told her. ‘And when Laurel interviews you, she'll say exactly the same. Now, come on. I want you to meet the friends I'm staying with. I'll ring ahead and tell them to have a hot bath and breakfast waiting for you. How does that sound?' Nina's grateful kiss on the tip of his nose was the only answer he needed.

 

 

 

 

 

The call could not have come at a better time. The agency had been going to hell in a handcart since Laurel had been struck down with flu four days ago, Joe thought. Appointments had had to be rearranged to make sure the office could be manned, and a couple of potentially lucrative assignments had been turned down, simply because no one was available to take them. Because Laurel made the administrative side of the business look so easy, Joe was apt to forget that it was, in reality, hard work. But now here was some girl by the name of Devon Rylance, all the way from California, telling him she had seen a write-up of Domination Inc. on the Internet, and was eager to work for the business while she was in England. She claimed she was submissive, which would mean she could handle Cindy's clients while Cindy took care of running the office...

He realised he was running ahead of himself. He had no way of knowing whether this mysterious Devon would be at all suitable to join the agency until he saw exactly what she was capable of. If she was punctual – and that was one of an escort's most important attributes – he would find out in exactly five minutes' time.

She was not punctual. She was early, as he realised when he opened the office door to see a tall, slim, dark-haired woman standing before him, her eyes veiled by dark glasses. Even if she had not told him in advance she was American, the sunglasses would have given it away. No Englishwoman would wear them on an overcast February morning in Soho, unless she worked in advertising, had the hangover from hell or was some minor celebrity desperate to draw attention to herself.

‘Hi, you must be Joe,' she said, extending a dainty hand. Her voice was soft and appealingly husky.

‘That's right,' he replied, shaking her proffered hand. ‘Sit down, please.'

She settled herself on a chair, crossing her long slim legs, and removed the sunglasses to reveal a pair of the most dazzlingly green eyes Joe had ever seen.