Free Domination Inc. by Drusilla Leather Page A

please…’ Laurel knew her response was half-hearted, but put it down to the fact that it had been a long day, and she had expended a lot of energy worrying about the success of their first job.
    â€˜Please what?’ His tone was mocking. He stood behind her, pulling her on to him, so that she could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back. ‘Don’t tell me, you’ll put this down to the power of a woman, too. Oh, Christian will agree with me, you women have got the power to get us hard, sometimes without even knowing you’re doing it, but it works both ways.’ He lowered his voice, whispering sensually into her ear, ‘What would happen if I slid my hand into your little knickers now and found you were wet? Who’d be responsible for that, eh?’
    His hand rested on the swell of her stomach, the warmth of his palm radiating through her cotton dress, and for a moment she wanted him to act on his words, to lift the hem of her dress and push her knickers down, baring her fleecy mound to his and Christian’s gaze. Her sex felt red-hot and swollen with need, and she knew that if Warren were to touch her, his fingertips would indeed come away coated with her juices.
    As abruptly as he had caught her, Warren let her go. ‘Ah, but you’re not interested in that sort of thing, are you? You should be getting home, so you can have your cocoa and sit up in bed with an improving book. Because that’s what passes for fun in the Angell household, isn’t it?’ He glanced over at Christian. ‘Can I give you a lift, Chris?’
    Christian shook his head. ‘Thanks, but I’m going south of the river.’
    â€˜I’ll see you around, then.’ He paused in the doorway. ‘Laurel?’ When she merely glared at him, he shrugged. ‘Perhaps some other time, then. I’ll be waiting for your call – for my next assignment, naturally.’
    Laurel could have screamed. The man was nothing more than an arrogant, over-confident jerk, so why did she have the urge to run after him and continue their argument until the only way it could be settled was by his hand imprinting its will on her backside? The frustration she felt at his behaviour was largely sexual, and she hated him for knowing that fact.
    She felt a hand on her shoulder, and turned round to see Christian looking at her sympathetically. ‘Don’t let him get to you,’ he said.
    Laurel said nothing. How could she explain to him that Warren already had?
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Chapter Five
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    Alice Marber almost rang twice to cancel the appointment. Even as she waited for the fast Thameslink train to London at Harpenden station, she thought about turning back and phoning to say it had all been a terrible mistake. The idea that a respectably married forty-five-year-old woman should even be considering going to see a sex therapist was ludicrous, and yet she felt that if she did not speak to someone about her problem soon, she would surely go mad. If she had been like most of the other middle-aged housewives in this part of Hertfordshire, quietly bingeing on sherry and daytime talk shows to escape from the monotony of their daily lives, her addiction would not have been remarked upon. But if she admitted to the dark fuel of her obsessive fantasies, her behaviour would be treated with revulsion and incomprehension. However nervous she felt about seeking it, discreet professional help was the only answer.
    The best part of an hour later, she was lying on a couch in a small white-painted consulting room in Harley Street, her shoes on the floor, her stomach churning in sick anticipation of the therapist’s arrival. When the door finally swung open, Alice did a double-take. Instead of the sympathetic woman of her own age she had been hoping for, she was confronted by a girl who seemed barely old enough to have completed her studies, tall and stunningly pretty, with lustrous