Dominated

by Isla Raine

  Forbidden Desires

  Dominated

  Isla Raine

  Forbidden Desires Two: Dominated

  Hammond Publications

  2020

  Copyright

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  First Edition

  This book is a work of fiction. This novel’s story and main characters are fictitious. References to real people, events, establishments, organisations, or locales are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity and are used fictitiously. All characters, incidents and dialogue, are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be constructed as real.

  Dominated

  Built Up Desires

  Three long days had passed since Martha’s and Freddie’s sexual encounter in his office. The time spent between them had also been the last time that they had seen one another.

  Martha had been inside of the offices, checking over the books, and doing her accounting services. Whilst Freddie was away, in London, tending to his other business and duties. Instead, she was left with an eerily quiet office, one that set her on edge.

  Paul had allowed Martha to use Freddie’s office whilst he was away, at least in there she would be alone and not subjected to the stares of the Gray family. Martha would be free to go about her business, pouring herself drinks from the liquor stand, and looking over the accounting books in peace.

  Freddie was certain that there were errors in all of the books, that there was money going missing within the ranks somewhere. He was right. Though it took Martha a while to find the discrepancies. Every time she settled upon a conclusion there would be something else that would throw a spanner in the works, causing her to start the process all over again.

  That had been the case for the past few days. With each passing minute of staring at the numerical inkings, Martha’s frustration was starting to grow. It was no use in speaking to Paul, for he didn’t have the right sort of mind for accountancy. The one man that Martha trusted to speak to was Freddie, and he was nowhere to be seen.

  With the calculations of the numbers, the way that they were arranged in the books, Martha started to realise that there was a cover up, that there was something truly amiss. The only way to understand what was happening in the books was if a director of the company was stealing the money themselves. But only Freddie could be trusted with that information.

  Of course, the numbers and the accountants weren’t what was truly upon her mind. In fact, Martha found her brain wandering off consistently, all because of where she was sat. The desk, the office, the faint smell of Freddie’s aftershave. It all reminded her of what he had done to her three days ago.

  Martha’s mind was wandering. Her stomach was flipping. She coughed, trying to distract herself from the growing arousal. Though she could feel herself become wet, lost in the memory.

  Freddie’s tongue upon her, running circles across her heated clit. His fingers had run across her body, had pulsated inside of her. Freddie had reached a spot that no one ever had before. Then there was remembering how he felt inside of her, how he had thrusted into her like there was no tomorrow, like yesterday there wouldn’t be life upon the planet.

  Martha was far too horny for the accounts. She felt her desire pooling in her panties. Every so often, thinking about what Freddie had done to her, she would slip her own hand beneath her dress, touching her own pussy with her fingertips. Martha would create her own release with her delicate fingers, rubbing circles into her clit, pushing a finger or two inside of her. All whilst no one was watching or was near the office. Doing that, making herself cum at his desk, was the only way she could focus upon her tasks for the day.

  As Martha trailed her hands throughout her body once more. Feeling her panties sopping against her cunt. She realised that she may have to ask Paul for a different desk, she couldn’t take the memories of what Freddie had done to her anymore, because all she wanted was for him to do it to her again.

  It was meant to be a one-off encounter, never to be done or thought about again. But she was at his desk fantasising about his cock. Martha had thought that she had utter control over herself, and him, that night they had sex. She thought that Freddie had slipped from his usual character, not coming to his senses nor thinking rationally, that he had done something he regretted as well.

  It was confirmed when Freddie drove her home that evening. The man had called their act a mistake. That he hadn’t been thinking straight with her. Though to Martha, with him never attending the office again, she thought that he was avoiding her on purpose, but he couldn’t do that forever, not with the plans for her to marry his nephew.

  Of course, Martha agreed with Freddie, that what they had done in the office was a mistake. At the end of the day, Martha wanted to have a stringent business relationship, she was ambitious, she needed to create an empire, with Freddie, with the help of his family, in order for her own family to prosper. Martha wanted the world, and she was hell bent on getting it.

  Martha was too similar to Freddie, though they both didn’t see that. Martha was pragmatic. Martha had strong opinions just like Freddie, and she too knew how family could be a burden in business, that they could be a downfall and not as asset.

  At times, Martha thought that her father, Angelo, was too weak to truly further their business prospects. The man was complacent. Angelo never wanted to outsource anything. He relied upon family members, from Martha’s brothers to her uncles. Though they could never truly be trusted, they were too selfish and greedy for their own good. Any chance they got; they would screw the family over.

  Martha was unlike her family. Martha found it hard to trust people, she was naturally sceptical of people. She didn’t trust Frederick and the Gray family, because she barely knew them properly. However, she didn’t truly trust her own family either, but that was because she knew them and understood them. She knew their selfish tendencies. Martha was cautious, astute, she knew how human nature worked, and how people felt like they had to trust the people their close to, their blood relatives, but she knew that she didn’t have to, unless they gave her a reason to.

  Despite being cautious in trusting people, Martha wasn’t one to steer away from danger. Martha loved a challenge, the electricity, the surge in adrenaline which came with putting herself into the path of the unknown. With that, Martha loved to interact with all kind of people, knowing she couldn’t trust them but liking to elicit the darker side of her anyways.

  That was why Martha liked to be with Freddie. With flirting with him, being intimate with him, it was like playing with fire. And Martha loved every second of it, of the intense heat that came with putting herself into such positions. Of course, her moral compass told her that it was incredibly wrong, yet she still did it for the thrill that tantalised every sense of hers. It was the way that her mind worked. For Martha could be seen as quite a twisted and chaotic person.

  The night that Martha had last seen Freddie, he had drove her to her apartment, which she had bought and subsequently maintained without Angelo’s knowledge. Every so often, Martha would sleep there. She frequented it usually for one thing.

  Mabel, Martha’s friend, often resided at the house alongside her. Mabel was from a middle-class family, certainly not accustomed to having a lesbian within the family, not during the current era at least. It was 1928, such things were taboo, illegal in fact.

  It was that night, as Martha arrived back at her apartment, she realised how much she loved to play with fire. Throughout the hours of being inside
her apartment, she came to realise how much the elusive Frederick Gray was playing upon her mind. There was something ever so dangerous and wild about him. Though it was like a primal urge to be with him, she felt herself almost hypnotised by him.

  Mabel understood that there was something upon Martha’s mind. That it wasn’t just work or her family’s business. That Martha was distracted by desire. That she was being lured in by danger.

  Mabel confronted Martha about having been with a man. Now that took Martha by surprise, it showed her how you never knew how a person would react. Martha never thought that Mabel would be jealous nor interested in other aspects of her life, though it was becoming clear that Mabel had a different idea about their relationship.

  Mabel knew immediately that Martha had been elsewhere, that she had been frolicking away from her. When she greeted Martha, bringing her close and into a hug, she could smell a man upon her. The scent of aftershave lingered upon her all too much.

  That night, accusations were fired, and their relationship was almost deconstructed before them. Mabel and Martha fought about Freddie, though they mainly argued about how Mabel would be getting married, albeit it was arranged for her.

  It was far too much for Mabel to take in, she could barely think straight with knowing what was going on within her lover’s life. Never had she thought that they were just friends with benefits. Mabel thought that maybe one day they could be together.

  It was practically over, that dream, as Martha had been with a man, in such an intimate way, and she was going to also marry a man, albeit a different one. That new information hurt Mabel more than she thought it would, it injured every sense of her, it caused a physical reaction, leading to her not going to the apartment to see Martha since.

  Interruptions

  Martha knew that she needed to solve her relationship with Mabel. As much as she hated to admit it, being with someone for so long, she had grown some form of attachment to her. Though she was also worried that Mabel would tell other people about their relationship as well as aspects of Martha’s life.

  They needed to spend time together, to talk things through, to come to terms with the rapid change in Martha’s life. So, they needed to find time. Martha knew that. Therefore, she excused herself from the Gray company offices at six in the evening. Never telling anyone the truth, Martha hard informed Paul that she had an important meeting to attend to.

  Martha trusted Mabel, as much as she could allow herself to do. Martha thought that their relationship wasn’t exclusive, though Mabel wanted things to be different. Either way, Martha wanted to mend their special kind of friendship. After all, Martha trusted Mabel enough to give her keys to the apartment.

  Therefore, when Martha moved through the front door of the apartment that evening, Mabel was already waiting for her, all dolled up, ready to show Martha what she had been missing, what she thought she could never get with another woman. After all, don’t women know their bodies better than men?

  Martha’s eyes trailed Mabel’s body; all she was wearing was a delicate set of lace lingerie with a satin robe placed across her delicate shoulders. Mabel instantly stepped forwards, closing the gap between them, taking Martha into a passionate kiss. Their lips were moving over one another, like the argument had never happened at all.

  “You look beautiful,” Martha said as she ran her hands across the lingerie, feeling the delicate satin upon her skin, her pussy was starting to pulsate already, knowing where this was heading.

  “I don’t think you deserve this, but…”

  Mabel’s sarcastic words were interrupted by Martha’s kiss. She was longing for something else, wanting to get down to business. She had been hornier than ever for the past three days, for something had completely awoken inside of her. And with Mabel in front of her, her thoughts were getting carried away, the words that the woman spoke were barely registered in her mind.

  “What did you say?” Martha asked as they broke the kiss for a moment.

  Martha’s hands were upon the robe, eagerly wanting to remove it from the woman’s shoulders. Martha was a busy person, and she often felt like she didn’t have time for all the necessities before sex, she only ever wanted to get to the good bit.

  “I can’t believe it, still,” Mabel said, her voice almost concerned, though she was trying to keep that emotion back, to not let Martha cotton on to her true feelings. “You slept with a man.”

  “Enough,” Martha said, trailing a piece of hair behind Mabel’s ear. “Would it have been better if I had slept with another woman?”

  Martha was still trying to rush into things. She pressed her lips delicately back on to Mabel’s. Her hands finally unleashing the satin robe from Mabel’s skin, displaying the true beauty of Mabel’s lingerie for Martha to see.

  “I believe that would have been worse,” Mabel said as she broke the kiss, trying to suppress her feelings, for all she longed for was Martha, and she wanted to show the woman what she could do, what she was capable of, and how she should be the only one for Martha. “I want to be the only person you sleep with, woman or man.”

  Mabel took Martha’s hand, spinning her around so that her back was now to hers. Mabel moved Martha’s long tresses over her shoulder, so that her back was free, only displaying the buttons of her dress instead.

  Mabel began to undo the buttons, slowly loosening the garment from Martha’s frame, before eventually letting it fall to the floor. However, Martha’s mind was elsewhere, she was entirely over thinking their relationship, and what Mabel wanted from them. They couldn’t have what she wanted.

  “We did agree upon this at the start,” Martha said as she turned back to face Mabel. “That we couldn’t ever agree on this just being us. We can’t be exclusive, especially not forever.”

  “I remember,” Mabel said, trying to bring herself up, to go along with the plan that she had formed in her mind, to capture Martha back into her arms, and to never let her go again. “Though I am the only woman you have fucked for a while, correct?”

  “Yes,” Martha replied, her eyes trailing over Mabel as she released her stockings from their clips, sending them to the floor, unveiling her silky soft legs for her.

  “Then what you did, you should make it up to me, because I wasn’t involved,” Mabel said.

  “As you wish,” Martha replied with a giggle, bending down towards the stockings and taking them into her arms as she moved towards the bedroom, Mabel following her intently.

  Once inside of the room, Martha turned to Mabel, a smug look upon her face as she pushed the woman to the bed before straddling her. Martha was smiling as she tied Mabel’s hands to the frame of the bed with her own stockings.

  They had been doing this for a while; fucking one another. They had learned what each other liked. Martha knew that Mabel enjoyed being taken advantage of, of being tied up and being dominated. It was something that Martha enjoyed, though she also liked to be submissive, something that she never truly got in the relationship with Mabel.

  Martha sat upon Mabel, admiring the work that she had done. Her eyes were trailing Mabel’s body, from the bumps of cold that were appearing upon her skin to the delicate curves of her body. The lace lingerie was nearly see-through, not truly hiding an ounce of her body from Martha.

  “I believe that is what you want,” Martha said as she drifted her hands across Mabel’s body, reaching for her breasts, hearing Mabel moan out and respond with the smallest of agreements.

  Martha leaned in towards Mabel, planting a series of kisses across her clothed breasts, towards her stomach and then to her core. The one thing that Mabel didn’t enjoy about Martha, was that sometimes she was too fast, moved too quickly in the heat of the moment.

  Martha unhooked the delicate lace panties from Mabel’s frame, discarding them upon the bed. She connected her lips to Mabel’s wet core, a gentle dash of her tongue across her folds, tasting her desire, before moving up to Mabel’s clit. All the while, delicate moans were running from Mabel’s mou
th, letting Martha know that she was enjoying every second and wanting her desperately to prolong it. But now was not the time for instructions or saying how she liked it, all Mabel wanted was to big Martha up, to make her stay with her.

  Martha ran her tongue across Mabel’s clit, lapping at the heated nub. As she traced her first circle against it, a loud knock sounded from the front door.

  “Oh, fuck off,” Martha said into Mabel’s cunt before she moved away, letting the cold air hit Mabel’s wet core entirely.

  Martha didn’t look back to Mabel, before she moved from the room, picking up the robe to wear over her lingerie from the floor. The gun from the hall table was taken, as she made her way towards the mystery person; she never usually got visitors at this address.

  The front door slowly opened, letting the cold lap into the room, flowing freely throughout the house. The person before her was unmistakable. His large figure loomed in the door, his cap pulled over his face, his fingers playing with a cigarette that fell in between his lips.

  “Frederick?”

  Martha was in shock; she opened the door fully, letting the man see the gun in her small hand, the wind licking at the robe that was tightly pulled around her, letting him see even more of her than he had the previous days.

  “What a sight,” Freddie replied with a chuckle, his eyes dancing over her, though he knew he wasn’t meant to. “A beautiful woman wearing nothing but silk and lingerie, with a gun in her hand.”

  “Yes, and?” Martha said with a sigh. “Why are you here? I’m busy right now.”

  “I can see,” Freddie said, trying hard to keep in another laugh, before he made his way into the apartment, knocking into Martha and moving her out the way. “Though I do need your help, it’s of your concern.”

  “Tonight, right now? You do realise its…”

  “No one stipulated your working hours,” Freddie said as his eyes started to drift to Martha’s open bedroom door. “Your father agreed that you would work for me for two weeks.”