DOMINIQUE part 2 (FF/FF) by Helier WARNING This story contains scenes which are clear descriptions of sexual activity. Personally I don't find them at all offensive but I'm willing to believe that some people might. Could I therefore recommend that this story is only read by adults who are entirely convinced that they can read such material with equinimity. DOMINIQUE part 2 by Helier Dominique's eyes were blazing. Her desire for Elli was so intense she hardly dared part her lips for fear she would scream. The words when they came out were a prayer of twisted passion, fiercely whispered. "I want to thrash you," she said. Elli stared at her, fear and fascination fighting in her eyes and trapping her breath. She found herself stuttering and shaking her head, the notion disturbing the blond waves of her pony-tail all the way down her back. "Dominique ..." "You know you need it. I want to do it to you." "But ... I don't understand." "To punish you. Let me do it." Elli was transfixed. She felt a reddening in her whole body, heating her loins. She felt as if Dominique could see her, as if she were naked in front of this forceful stranger. She took a deep breath and tried to soothe her racing pulse. "You mean ... if I don't let you - " She couldn't bring herself to say it. "You'll talk to my husband." "No! I could never do that." Dominique almost spat the words. "He deserves nothing of you." Elli's eyes widened. So it wasn't blackmail. She took a deep breath. "And I deserve ... what you say." Dominique's beautiful dark eyes softened slightly. "Yes," she sighed. Suddenly it became clear to Elli. Of course Dominique would never betray her to Ray - she hated him. Elli was safe in a way and yet ... "You mean it's like ... an honour thing." "Yes, an honour thing." Elli was breathing heavily now. She could walk away and Dominique would do nothing in spite of all she knew. Elli was sure of it now. There would not even be anger - Dominique would understand completely if she refused. She would refuse. Why should she let herself be humiliated? It was simple - she would walk away. But now there was another problem - much worse, more intractable. She was staring into Dominique's eyes and her own were filling with tears. Her hands were trembling. A tight knot of desire was forming deep in her belly - the desire to be punished; to be humbled; the desire to be loved by Dominique and forgiven by her. There was no simple solution for this but at least, for the first time in longer than she could remember, her mind was grasping something certain. She wanted to be punished. She hadn't known it at first but now she felt it welling up inside her. How could it be that this strange woman, easily ten years her junior, had seen so deep inside her - had seen so much. "What will you do to me?" She could feel her voice breaking up, her composure crumbling. Dominique spoke softly to her. "I will strap you ... and give you the cane. I will make you strip in front of me then I will give you the cane on your legs. I will hurt you, Elli." Elli could feel the hot tears already tumbling down her cheeks. She didn't want to sob here in public. She tried to bite back the tears but Dominique was staring at her with a look so filled with love it overwhelmed her. "I will take care of you, Elli, I promise." Dominique gently tugged Elli to her feet and led her from the restaurant. ------------------ Dominique had first seen Elli one crisp December morning five weeks after she had arrived in Los Angeles. It was a strange time. The hills were visible and had been almost every morning for a month. People talked about it. It put them in a brighter frame of mind even though they knew it was temporary. It was as though some clever solution had been found for all their problems and now they could wind down for the coming holiday. Dominique had been sitting in a cafe in an exclusive shopping mall near the hills area where she had been staying. She had been trying to buy presents for Tess and Amelie. Since she had arrived in L.A. she had been working long hours and she was tired. She was angry with herself - it seemed so crazy that she spent all her days taking decisions that affected thousands of lives, millions of dollars, and yet to decide on presents for the people she loved was killing her. Elli swung down the mall, drifting in and out of the shops. She caught Dominique's eye immediately with her calf-length white dress and the swish of her blond hair. The flowing rhythm of her hips kept the dress in constant motion as her roaming eyes led her from pleasure to desire, from desire to pleasure. There was something sated about her too, as though none of it would really fulfil her but the habit wouldn't let her go. Recognising her, Dominique was filled with anguish at the waste of this beautiful woman's talent. Elli had once been like her - a rising star proving herself in the hardest arenas of finance. When her family's company had been on the point of collapse Elli, then in her early twenties like Dominique now, had single-handedly pulled it back from the brink. For a while she was the toast of Wall St and seemed set to take on the world, then something happened. Nobody knew what or how but suddenly Elli was to be married. A deal had been done and she was the commodity of trade. The man she married was Ray Herbert, a man she had openly described as 'a pig' until then. He was immensely rich but was widely considered to be cowardly, unprincipled and arrogant. Elli's work ceased immediately and she all but disappeared from public view. The running of her family's company was taken over by two of her brothers who, though plainly less than competant, suddenly had access to capital that propelled them into a dramatic expansion. The expansion stalled as abruptly as it had begun leaving the company in a developmental stalemate; however, since it was a family company it was hard to get details of what exactly had happened. At the time of all of this Dominique had still been at school but she had read about Elli and had admired her tremendously. Now nearly ten years later she was looking at her for the first time and realising that beyond her grief at the waste of such fabulous talent was the overwhelming certainty that she needed Elli. She wanted another woman to work with her, someone she could trust and be close to. Work and love were one to Dominique. She had certainly grown closer to Erica in spite of the passionate madness of their beginning but Erica was never destined to be a friend. She was cold at heart and could be vicious and unpredictable. They had learned to work together but she knew that Erica would not hesitate to break her like a twig given the chance. Dominique began to plan. She undertook investigations and discovered things about Elli that no-one else knew. Christmas came and went and in early January she phoned Elli and arranged to see her. Of course Elli had heard of Dominique. This beautiful young woman's meteoric rise to prominence in a world still largely dominated by men was big news. It reminded Elli of her own brief career and of the betrayal that had cost her so dearly. It was disturbing to hear of Dominique. She had hoped that her desperate flight into materialism, passion and gossip would have cleared her mind of the talents she had abandoned but now Dominique's success made her feel somehow guilty. She wondered if she should have fought them harder but for her it had been impossible to fight her own family - it would have been like fighting her own reflection. She had shone too brightly and the jealousy of her brothers would have driven the company to the wall if she had not given in. She knew they had sold out to Ray but she closed her eyes to it. It was less painful that way. She did not want them opened again. She accepted to meet Dominique but the idea troubled her and she was apprehensive. It was worse than she had thought. Dominique knew everything. She knew about the deal done between Ray and her brothers. She knew how Ray now held their company imprisoned in a web of debt to stop its imaginative products threatening his markets. Worse still she seemed to understand Elli's role in it all - how she had let it happen and sacrificed her own career rather than strike out against the people she loved even when they were betraying her. She tried to get behind Dominique's questioning to find out whether she blamed her or thought her a coward but the French girl's eyes gave nothing away. The worst was still to come. She knew how Elli had occupied her time since her fall; about the affairs with lovers of both sexes, sometimes with several at once. She knew of the drugs Elli had taken although this had stopped years ago. She even knew that Elli had secretly worked in a brothel for nearly two months and that it was only by the intervention of a dear friend that she avoided Ray finding out. At first Elli was horrified by Dominique's revelations. She was completely convinced that there could only be one reason for this girl to have gone to so much trouble and that was surely to blackmail her. She knew that if Ray found out any of this he would have her killed. She was sure of that. He had threatened her so many times. She couldn't imagine how Dominique could have found out so much when Ray's best efforts had produced nothing but clearly she would not have done it for no reason. In fact Dominique's main source of information had been that same dear friend who had saved Elli not just once but over and over again. M. de R.V. loved Elli dearly and longed to set her free from the destructive cycle in which Ray Herbert had trapped her. He had told Dominique everything she had needed to know on condition that she used it to free Elli. He trusted Dominique and knew that she would be the best chance that Elli would ever have. Now sitting opposite Dominique, listening to the litany of damning evidence against her, Elli would have sworn that this beautiful girl was the angel of death. It was only when she looked into her burning eyes and asked what it was that Dominique wanted from her that she realised that the adventure was not over yet. They arrived at Dominique's house in the early afternoon. Amelie was at college and would be collecting Tess on her way home. That would not be for another two hours. Dominique gave Elli no time to adjust to her surroundings. She was standing in the doorway nervously smoothing out her beautiful linen dress but Dominique told her to wait upstairs in the centre of the main bedroom. They had hardly spoken on the way back. Dominique had driven making Elli leave her car in the restaurant carpark. Now she was tense and needed a moment to herself. She collapsed on the sofa and lay back against the cushions to calm herself. She heard Elli's footsteps upstairs coming to a halt and imagined her waiting uncertainly in the middle of the floor as she had been instructed. She would feel slightly foolish and want to sit but she wouldn't dare. The nerves in her stomach would flutter and perhaps her hands would begin to shake. She would wonder what Dominique was going to do to her even though she had been told. Perhaps she would run her hands over her bottom trying to imagine what it would be like for her; trying to imagine how a cane would feel across her legs. The thought of this beautiful mature woman waiting upstairs to be punished made Dominique a little breathless. A delicate aching of desire troubled her quim and, lifting up her skirt, she pressed her fingers to her pubic mound. A ripple of pleasure suffused the warm pool of her insides. Her imagination wandered and she pictured Amelie coming up behind and catching her. She imagined how Amelie would smack her fingers with a ruler and make her stand facing the wall. She felt the shame creeping like a blush over her body and she pressed again under the ridge of her pubic bone. Desire was like a drug anaesthetising her. The tensions drifted away leaving her body as warm and sensual as she wanted it to be. She felt ready for Elli now. She got up and wandered to the door. Her hand was still between her legs pressing and releasing on her moist vulva. At the bottom of the stairs she paused and let her skirt fall back into place. She straightened it and, steadying herself with a deep breath, she mounted the stairs. Her face was pale and a little stern as she entered the bedroom but when she paused at the door and met Elli's eyes her heart almost melted. Elli looked so strained and vulnerable. She looked as if she had not moved an inch since Dominique had heard her steps falter in the middle of the room. Her hands were clutched in the fullness of her dress crushing the fresh white linen. Her eyes were full of tears and apprehension and her face was flushed. She had put herself in a stranger's hands for forgiveness and love: Dominique had promised her nothing but punishment. Whatever choice she had had in the matter was taken from her the moment that Dominique had spoken. A need was driving her, a powerful need she had known nothing about. She could not move without Dominique's command and the thought was making her sick with nerves and desire. Dominique moved slowly towards her. Her eyes seemed to take in every inch of Elli's body, consuming her. Elli's pulse was racing and she knew she was visibly trembling. A few feet from her, just when Elli felt her ragged eyes could no longer hold the French girl's burning gaze, Dominique stopped and turned away. She moved gracefully to a fine oak chest and from the top drawer she took a narrow leather paddle nearly a foot in length. Elli almost cried out. Suddenly it was reality. Dominique was going to punish her with this stiff leather strap and she could see how much it would hurt her. There was no going back. She flinched at the thought of it, biting her lip, her eyes growing wide with terror. "Turn around, Elli. Lift your skirt." For a moment Elli did nothing, hypnotised by the quiet of Dominique's soft voice. Then suddenly, realising the inevitability of what was going to happen, she was seized by a desperate need to obey quickly. She turned away, lifting her dress high above the cream silk of her panties, pushing herself almost on to her tiptoes in her eagerness to offer her body for the strap. Dominique drifted closer. She stroked Elli's cascading flood of yellow hair, releasing it from its ponytail and kissing the fragrant skin at the back of Elli's neck. The taste and scent of this woman drove her wild and she went on kissing her until, in spite of her terror, Elli whimpered softly with pleasure. Then Dominique moved away a little. She left her hand on Elli's head, grasping a handfull of her thick blond hair and drew back the leather strap. She felt Elli tense and let her wait for a moment in breathless anticipation; then without haste she swept the springy leather in a graceful arc across the seat of Elli's panties. It wasn't a hard stroke but the thin silk gave the terrified woman almost no protection. A cry of dismay burst from her throat and the skirt fell from her fingers. Dominique had known it would be a shock to her and she waited while, after clutching her bottom for a brief frantic moment, Elli piled the white material in her fingers again and pulled it back to her waist. "It mustn't fall again, Elli. Okay?" "I'm sorry." Her voice was tiny and full of tears. Dominique was inflamed. Elli's submission to her was sweeter than she could ever have dreamed. Bathing herself in the luxury of Elli's growing panic and discomfort she placed a series of leisurely strokes that did no more than sting Elli's buttocks and thighs, reddening her skin and making her jump and squeal. She knew that Elli would be ashamed of not being able to control herself under the cutting leather and she made her strokes just a little harsher each time across the delicate flesh to stop her adjusting to them. Pleasure and desire curled her insides as she heard the older woman beginning to break down. She stopped and placed the strap on the table beside her. Keeping a tight grip on Elli's hair she moved closer. Elli was shaking with fear and excitement. Gently she let her hand drift over the silk of Elli's panties feeling the heat in her glowing skin. After a few moments she slipped her fingers between Elli's legs, pressing and softly tickling her. Immediately she heard a gasp from Elli and felt the flooding moisture dampening her fingers through the stretched silk. "Dominique ... " Her head was back and her tongue seemed to play in the sensuality of the name. "I feel so ... ashamed." "Bend over, my darling. Please do it ... put your hands on my bed." Elli did as she was told, moaning now with the intensity of her pleasure. She knew Dominique had not finished punishing her but for this moment she could not think beyond the honey in her sex. There were little flashes of pain as she felt her panties being pulled down over her tender flesh then of pleasure as the clinging fabric pulled away from her damp pussy. Dominique's sure sensitive fingers softly invaded her open sex, pushing up inside her willing vagina, slipping out to caress her plump pussy lips. Elli was quickly at screaming point, grinding her sex up and down to feel the length of Dominique's fingers on her swollen clittoris. With her free hand Dominique began smacking Elli's already reddened thighs and within moments had her crying out, enraptured by the heady mix of pleasure and pain and engulfed by her own breaking orgasm. Her knees buckled against the bed as she came and Dominique had to hold her or it seemed as if she would have fallen to the floor. At last Dominique gave way to the urge to take Elli in her arms. They kissed, their tongues nestling together in a blissful, sensual exploration. Fascinated, Elli relaxed a little and let her hands discover the delightful soft shapes of Dominique's body. She felt serene and inexplicably full of joy. After a few moments Dominique pulled her gently away. "Get undressed now." Again the firm quiet voice mesmerised Elli so that any thought of resistance was lost in her. "Yes," she said and, under Dominique's cool gaze, she unzipped her dress and slipped it off. She laid it on the bed and took off her bra. Her breasts were heavy but firm and beautifully formed. They delighted Dominique who was beginning to feel that Elli was the most sensual being she had ever seen. She stepped out of her shoes and slipped off her dangling panties then she waited, her hands half- covering her breasts, her head bowed. "Reach under the end of the bed. There is a cane there. Please give it to me." A look of disbelief widened Elli's eyes. It seemed so unreal but again she found herself desiring her humiliation. Quickly she knelt and bent down to peer under the bed. She knew that her bottom and her sex were exposed but she wanted Dominique to see her submission and to have pleasure looking at her. The cane was long and springy, it made her shudder. When she got up to hand it to Dominique her eyes were full of tears. Dominique indicated an oak footstool and told her to place it in the centre of the room. Elli obeyed her and when it was set Dominique told her to bend over and place her hands on it. Elli swallowed hard and glanced apprehensively at the cane but she did as she was told, making a most beautiful picture - her naked body arched, her skin stretched and gleaming. "Elli," whispered Dominique. "I will give you eight strokes. You must bear these for me and for ... everything." She took two steps forward and lined up the long cane, tapping it gently against the tops of Elli's thighs. "Part your legs, my darling. A little." She obeyed and immediately, giving her no time to think or tense up again, Dominique brought the cane flashing down across the middle of her reddened buttocks. Elli gasped and seemed to hold her breath then, as the second wave of pain washed over her, she let out a strangled cry. A second stroke brought another gasp then, against her will and inspite of all she could do to stop herself, Elli began to sob. It was quiet at first, as if she was conscious of being older than Dominique and did not want to give way in front of her, but when a third stroke slashed wickedly across the middle of her thighs the pain was too much and she began to cry openly. Dominique watched the three angry red weals forming on Elli's skin. She added a fourth and a fifth making Ellli scream and twist her body in helpless agony. "Oh, Dominique. No more, please, I'll ... Aah!" A sixth stroke cut short her plea. It was high on the softest part of her thighs and flattened across the lips of her sex making her shriek with pain. They were not really hard strokes but Elli had known nothing like this. She felt she would go mad with pain and fear. The last two strokes were the ones that Dominique wanted her to remember. She took a step back and held the cane at its end to give Elli its full length. She swung back in a wide arc and, this time with real force, landed a stinging stroke low on Elli's buttocks. Elli leapt up, howling and clutching her wounded flesh. She half-turned to stare at Dominique, half-crazy with pain. She wanted to scream for mercy but she was crying too hard, great shuddering sobs rippling her breasts. Dominique was unrelenting. She knew it would be weeks before Elli would be able to sit down again without thinking of her punishment but that thought only increased her desire. "Bend over, Elli." "I can't," Elli moaned through her tears but she knew it was hopeless. She bent over, arching her back to try to keep her bottom in. With the point of the cane Dominique flattened her back and straightened her legs, forming her until she was the perfect shape for her last stroke. When it came it was even harder than the previous one and in almost exactly the same spot. Elli knew what it would do to her but she could help herself. She fell to her knees, her head thrown back, crying wildly. She no longer cared what Dominique thought of her. She gave herself over to the pain, rocking back and forth, weeping helplessly and holding her raging bottom. Suddenly Dominique was beside her, hugging her close and whispering soothing words into her hair. She buried herself in Dominique's sweet body and cried and cried. Huddled on the floor Dominique caressed and comforted her for nearly an hour. Every shift of her body was painful to her but Dominique seemed to know how to stroke her, changing the stinging to creamy passion in her overstimulated body. After an hour of Dominique's loving she slid into a soft complex orgasm that seemed to arise in all parts of her body at once, leaving her after what seemed like minutes, feeling dazed, full of confusion and delight. She turned to Dominique, squatting on her hands and knees, and suckled at the French girl's exquisite sex until she squealed and fell back. Then they kissed, sharing the taste of Dominique's love juices and after a time they just lay in each others arms and talked. When Dominique was sure that Elli was comfortable with her and was feeling calm again she began to tell her how this afternoon had come about. She told her how she had always admired her and had been so mystified and saddened about her disappearance. Elli nodded but said nothing about this. Instead she wanted to know how Dominique had found out so much about her. She was obviously scared by the thought. Carefully Dominique explained where her information had come from. "M. de R.V. ..?" Elli's voice was full of hurt. The one person in the world she had thought she could trust. "He told you everything?" "He told me so I could help - he is so hurt to see how things go with you. He wants you to trust me." Elli stared at her for a time. She still looked a little upset but more thoughtful now. "Did he give any kind of message for me?" Dominique's face clouded over. "I don't understand it but he said to tell you - remember the snowstorm." Elli took her hands and smiled. "OK," she said. "Now I believe it - I believe everything you've said to me. What is it that you want me to do?" Dominique talked to her for a while. She told her about the business she was running and about her idea that Elli could come to work with her. Hearing this made Elli laugh. Partly it was the relief of having final confirmation that this amazing girl was on her side. "D'you mean to tell me that this was a job interview?" For a moment Dominique stared at her in amazement then suddenly she understood and the two of them rolled around the bed laughing. Laughing together felt good. Two such powerful personalities could have instinctively hated each other but it was obvious that they didn't and Dominique was more sure every moment that they would work well together. "Do you think it seems like a good idea, Elli? Do you want to work with me?" Elli dropped her eyes and hesitated a long time before answering. "Dominique ... Put the whole idea out of your mind. There's no chance. None" There was a heavy sadness in her voice and she didn't want to meet Dominique's eyes. "Look at me." Dominique was almost whispering and her mesmerising intensity again commanded Elli. "Are you saying you don't want to work with me?" "Oh, Dominique ... I want like hell to work with you. That's all I want. I want to work. I can't that's all ... Ray ..." "Forget him." "You don't have the first idea ..." "Elli ... suppose I do." "Suppose he had me killed." "Would he go that far?" "You don't know him." Her eyes filled with tears. "And I've taken such stupid risks - for nothing." "And now maybe you take the risk for something good. You must have a sense of purpose in your life, Elli." "But can you ...?" "I'm not sure how yet but I think I can." "He is so dangerous ... so brutal." "Trust me, I think I have a way. I promise, in any case, I do nothing that makes danger for you." Suddenly Dominique was feeling exhausted. She could hear her English getting rougher which always happened when she got tired. They embraced and lay together for a while. Dominique drifted off to sleep and, when she woke up, Elli had gone.