Domination Inc. by Drusilla Leather Page B

fingers until I’m absolutely wide open and dripping wet, and then he’ll take me in the arse. He’s got a nice sized cock for that, and he takes his time so he doesn’t hurt me, and then, just before he comes, he’ll pull out so he can shoot his load all over my bum cheeks.’ She smiled to herself at how the strait-laced Tom would react to the picture she was painting of their sex life. Though their lovemaking together was, he claimed, kinkier than that he enjoyed with his wife, he’d only ever tied her up on one occasion, and the thought of buggering her had probably never even entered his mind. However, it suited her needs to let the taxi driver think she was telling the gospel truth. From the flush that was creeping up the man’s cheeks, her tales were having the desired effect.
    â€˜My absolute favourite thing, though, is this carved wooden dildo he’s got,’ she continued. ‘It’s really old, and it’s been worn shiny and smooth through use. It’s a good ten inches long, I would have thought, and as thick round as your wrist. When that’s inside you, you really know you’re being stretched – especially when you’re as small and tight down there as I am. I never think I’m going to be able to take it, and if I wasn’t tied up I wouldn’t let him near me with it. But when I can’t move, and I can’t do anything about it, that’s when I relax enough to let him ease that obscenely fat phallus into me.’
    She stopped her story, aware that the taxi had pulled up outside their destination and feeling she had teased him enough. The cabbie swivelled round in his seat. ‘Here you go. That’ll be eleven pounds, please.’
    Cindy gaped at him. ‘But I was told this was on Sheena Thorn’s account...’
    The taxi driver shrugged. ‘Sorry, darlin’, if it’d been paid for they would have told me back at the office.’
    â€˜Well, I don’t have enough money on me.’ There was a five-pound note nestling at the bottom of Cindy’s bag, enough to pay for a couple of drinks and nothing more. ‘I don’t suppose you’d let me go inside and find Sheena, ask her if she can sort this out?’
    He shook his head. ‘How do I know you’re not going to do a runner once you get out of the cab?’
    Dressed like this? Cindy wanted to reply. Try and run down the street, I’ll probably trip over a paving stone and break my neck. She looked helplessly at the cabbie, aware that he was gazing at her hungrily.
    â€˜I’d take something else in lieu of payment,’ he said, and his tone made it obvious what he was asking of her. Cindy suddenly began to regret the stories she’d spun to turn him on.
    â€˜How about my phone number?’ Cindy asked. ‘I can think of a few men who’d pay quite highly for that.’
    â€˜Yeah, I’m sure they would, but that’s not what I want. I want you up on that seat on your hands and knees. I want to see what that boyfriend of yours sees when he’s got you tied up on the bed.’
    â€˜You can’t make me do this,’ Cindy said, aware of a sudden traitorous dampness in her G-string as she realised that a part of her wanted desperately to do what the cabbie ordered.
    â€˜Oh, no?’ He was unbuckling his seat belt as he spoke. ‘The way you’ve carried on, I ought to use my belt on your backside, leading me on with those saucy stories of yours and thinking you could get away without paying your fare. Now get up on that seat.’
    Meekly, Cindy unfastened her own seat belt and did as she was told, facing away from the cabbie. Her head was pressed against the padded back of the seat and the heels of her stilettos were digging slightly into the cheeks of her backside as she knelt there, waiting for whatever he might choose to do. She could imagine how she looked to him, with the tiny G-string