Waiting for Master (BDSM Erotica)

by J. A. Bailey

  Waiting for Master

  British Bondage

  By J.A. Bailey

  Copyright 2012 ©J.A. Bailey

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organisations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Waiting for Master

  Nestled in the heart of the English countryside, Hartslow Hall dominated the surrounding fields with its huge cream columns and large windows. The lawns leading up to it were striped and lined with flowers, and Harriet imagined the gardens would be spectacular.

  “Are you coming, love?” her mother called to her.

  With a sigh, Harriet followed after her mother. Catching up to her, she caught that look again. The look that said ‘poor heartbroken Harriet.’ Since the divorce everyone gave her that look along with all the right sympathetic noises. She was sick to death of it.

  Anyway, she wasn’t heartbroken. Will’s new girlfriend was welcome to him, along with his sulky moods and terrible bedside manner. She should never have married him in the first place. If only she’d not been so optimistic and believed the sex would get better. What a waste of three years.

  Eyeing the grand house as they neared, Harriet snorted. Well, it sure beat her parent’s farmhouse. Since Will had somehow wrangled the house in the divorce, she was living with her parents. It was pretty humiliating having to move back in with your parents at twenty-nine but seeing the grand stately home filled her with determination.

  A fresh start, that’s what she needed. And a new man. Not one for keeping though, just someone who could give her what she really wanted. She glanced at her mother’s kindly face as they climbed the steps to the front door. Poor mum, if she really knew what I wanted from a man, she’d probably have a heart attack.

  Leaning forwards to press the doorbell, Harriet and her mother jumped back as the bellow of chimes echoed through the house. On cue, the door groaned open and a skinny grey-haired woman in a sharp pinstriped suit stepped aside to let them through.

  “Mary,” she greeted her mother with a smile. “And Harriet, it’s lovely to see you. My, you’ve grown since the last time I saw you.”

  Harriet smiled stiffly back. “Yes, all grown up now.”

  “Thank for showing us around, Elaine. I’ve been wanting to see around Hartslow for years and it’s good to get Harriet out of the house, especially after the—” her mother paused and mouthed, “divorce.”

  Harriet resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She was fed up with people tip-toeing around her.

  Elaine ushered them in and Harriet’s mouth dropped open as she took in the surroundings. The hall was massive with vaulted ceilings, a large rug and several mahogany console tables. Two large marbled pillars stretched in front of her and a recess at the back held a bust of a distinguished looking gentleman. Family portraits hung from the walls, generations of men and woman all staring down at her from their gilded frames.

  Making the appropriate noises, Harriet and her mother followed Elaine through the house, admiring the grand furniture and the portrait gallery. Harriet paused in front of the most recent painting. The gentleman stood less formally than the others, posing with a shaggy looking dog. He looked to be in his thirties, with a handsome, rugged face and thick chestnut hair. His hands really captured her attention though. They were strong and capable looking. Harriet licked at her lips. The kind of hands that would know exactly how to give a good spanking.

  “Harriet?” her mother called.

  Cheeks heating, Harriet scurried after her. That’s what she needed, she decided. A man that could give her a hard spanking. Her ex had never understood her need to be dominated. Just another reason to be glad she was rid of him.

  Elaine led them into the ballroom. It was no doubt impressive with painted ceilings and tall windows but it was not the furnishings that caught her eye. Sidling over to the window, Harriet peeked past the curtain.

  Out on the lawns stood the man from the portrait. Harriet’s mouth dried as she watched him. He was topless and doing some form of martial arts, Tai Chi perhaps. His loose sports trousers rode low on his hips and Harriet was sure that if she looked hard enough, she’d be able to see the line of hair that led down into the waistband.

  Her heart thudded as she watched the ripple of his muscles undulating with each movement. Jesus, she’d never seen anything so beautiful. Now that was the kind of man she needed. Gorgeous, strong and not to mention bloody rich. Harriet smirked. Well, she could dream anyway.

  Reluctantly drawing her attention from the window, Harriet and her mother followed Elaine through several reception rooms and into a grand dining room.

  Elaine paused in front of them. “I can’t show you upstairs while Mr Wright is home.” Her cheeks coloured. “But I’d love to show you the barns. Mr Wright recently converted them into a gallery and we have some wonderful work from local artists in there at the moment.” Elaine must have noticed Harriet’s expression as she gave her a smile. “If you’d prefer to stroll around the gardens, Harriet, you are more than welcome.”

  Nodding eagerly, Harriet grinned. “Yes please. Watercolours bore me I’m afraid and our local artists are terribly fond of painting the same scene over and over.”

  “Harriet!” her mother scolded.

  “Well, it’s true.” Besides she’d rather wander around the gardens and see if she could bump into the elusive Mr Wright. Hopefully he hadn’t put his top back on yet.

  Elaine’s lips twisted and she nodded. “Have an explore and then come and meet us in the coffee shop.”

  “Okay, see you in a bit.”

  Harriet strolled towards the back doors, waiting until her mother and Elaine were gone before dashing through them and out into the gardens. She hurried across the lawns and tucked herself behind an ornamental bush. Peering round it, her heart sank. He was gone, along with his exercise mat. Damn.

  A movement caught her eye and she realised it was Mr Wright talking with a gardener. Her heart bounced against her ribcage and damp gathered in her pussy. He was still topless. Yes!

  He moved away from the gardener and Harriet followed. Was this weird? Yes, probably, but she had to get a closer look. A body like that could feed her fantasies for days.

  Keeping her distance, she followed carefully. He entered the house and she hung back for a moment before tailing after him. He bounded up the main stairs and she tucked herself into a recess. Fuck, what was wrong with her? She could hardly introduce herself casually after practically stalking him. And Elaine said they weren’t allowed upstairs.

  Her stomach dipped as she remembered those taut muscles just waiting to be unleashed on someone. There was something about him that screamed dominant. Screw it. She would not pass up the opportunity to at least see if she could steal another look at him. Preferably closer up.

  The desire coiling through her urged her forwards and Harriet tip-toed up the stairs, her chest tightening as she waited for someone to come up and demand to know what she was doing. When she reached the top of the stairs, she paused and stared around.

  Shit, he was gone.

  Endless doors lined the hallway and Harriet walked past them slowly, eyeing each one. A set of double doors at the end sparked her interest and she put her ear to the door.

  Nothing.

  Pressing it open, she peered through gap.

  Oh. My. God.


  Stepping all the way in, Harriet’s mouth dropped open. The room was dark - thick purple damask curtains covered the large windows - but lamps glowed dimly on the walls, giving off a warm, sensual glow. A large four-poster bed dominated one side of the room on a raised platform. Gilded chairs sat to one side and several mahogany chests lined the walls.

  But it was not the luxurious fabrics or beautiful furniture that caught her attention. Padded restraints were secured to the bare wall at the back of the room and a huge mirror hung opposite the bed. On top of a low cabinet lay a selection of carefully arranged paddles and whips.

  Closing the door, she strolled around the room, fingering the restraints and running her hands across each whip. It’s like a submissive’s dream.

  “Like what you see?”

  Whirling around, Harriet squealed as she came face to face with a glistening chest. “Oh shit.” A smirk came across his face as she remained rooted to the spot, taking in every inch of his tanned chest all the way down to the towel clasped in one hand around his hips. Blinking, she brought her gaze back up to his face. “I-I’m really sorry. I got lost. E-Elaine was showing us around and I…” she trailed off as his grin expanded.

  “You’re Harriet then.”

  “Yes, sir.” Her hand flew to her mouth as his smile widened. Where had that come from? “Shit, I mean, yes that’s me.”

  “Jonathan Wright.” He extended a hand. “Say, you’re not Harriet Green, are you?”

  She took his hand, the warmth of his palm prickling through her skin. They were rough, as if he used his hands a lot. God knows, what for. He was rich enough not to have to use his hands for anything ever again. They would feel bloody amazing against her arse…

  Her cheeks flamed as she shifted on her feet. “Yes, that’s me.”

  “Elaine didn’t say,” he mused. “You went to the all-girls school right? We hosted hockey matches for your school at my college. You can’t have been more than fifteen but, fuck, all the guys couldn’t stop talking about you. You were one hot teenager.”

  “Oh…Oh thank you.”

  “You’re even hotter now.”

  Harriet stared at her feet as her stomach fluttered. “Oh, thank you,” she whispered again.

  “Will you give me a moment to chuck something on? I’d love to catch up.”

  “Y-Yes, of course.”

  Snatching some clothes from a drawer, Harriet sighed as she watched him retreat to the en-suite bathroom. Fuck, even his back was gorgeous. All rolling muscles and sleek skin. And he thinks I’m hot.

  Harriet waited, still standing by the collection of whips. She glanced at them and edged away. Jonathan hadn’t shown the slightest bit of embarrassment at her seeing all this stuff. Staring at the restraints, she wondered how many women he had brought up here. Her pussy twitched as she pictured herself up there, naked and exposed. A shiver ran through her as she imagined his strong hands bringing a flogger across her trembling skin.

  Jonathan strolled casually out of the bathroom and Harriet’s throat constricted. A tight t-shirt stretched across his chest and he wore loose jogging bottoms again but they still hugged his arse. He pulled open a door in the nearest chest and drew out a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

  “I know it’s midday,” he said with a grin, “but I’d like celebrate meeting you again.” He popped the cork and poured the champagne. “I must confess you haunted many of my dreams when I was in college.”

  Harriet flushed and took the champagne, taking a quick gulp to cover her embarrassment. “I’m afraid I don’t remember you.”

  Jonathan laughed. “That doesn’t surprise me. I was a geek.”

  “No!” She couldn’t imagine this gorgeous, confident man had a geeky bone in his body.

  “Unfortunately, yes.” He considered her for a moment as he took a sip of champagne. “What brings you back to Hartslow? Last I heard, you had moved to the city.”

  “Divorce,” she said simply.

  He motioned to the chairs and pulled one back for her. Lowering herself into the chair, she watched as he sat with ease.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. He was an arsehole.”

  He chuckled. “Actually, I’m not sorry, especially if he was an arsehole. If he lost you then he must have been an idiot. I wouldn’t let you go so easily, Harriet.”

  Harriet spluttered and dropped her glass onto the cabinet beside her. “T-Thanks.” She shifted in her chair as he eyed her intensely. One part of her wanted to shrink back from him while the other wanted to throw herself at his feet. “Well, it was very nice to meet you but Mum will be waiting.” She went to stand but he motioned for her to sit and she instinctively obeyed, dropping back into the chair.

  His lips twitched as he noted her reaction. “Let me send someone down to tell her not to wait.” Without waiting for a response, he grabbed the phone from the bedside table. “Charles? Can you find Elaine and our visitor and tell them that Miss Green and I are going to do some catching up.” He glanced at her with a knowing twinkle in his eye. “Yes, we’re old school friends. Tell Mrs Green that I’ll bring Harriet home…later.” Placing down the phone, he strolled over to her. “So…do you like what you see then?”

  Harriet gulped. Did he mean him or the room? Heat coiled in her womb and she sucked in a breath as she pulled up her chin. “Yes,” she breathed.

  His jaw ticked as he stared at her, tracing her lips, her long blonde hair, the curve of her breasts. Her skin tingled under his inspection. She jumped when he finally spoke.

  “This may be really forwards but I don’t do subtle. I like you, Harriet. A lot. I want to spend some time…getting to know you. I think you’d like the same.”

  Chewing her lip, Harriet pondered this. Did he mean what she thought he meant? Oh God, she hoped so. It would be just what she needed. A good hard fuck. She glanced around at the whips and laughed. A good hard whipping too, if she was honest.

  “I think I would.”

  A grin broke across his handsome face and he grabbed her hand, stroking his thumb across her knuckles. “I get the feeling that you and I want very similar things, Harriet.”

  She grinned back. “I think you may be right.” Reaching for her champagne, she drained the glass. “So what do we do first?”

  Jonathan chuckled. “Have you ever been dominated before?”

  She shook her head. “Not really. I mean a bit of spanking before I got married but that was it. Will - my ex - wasn’t into it.”

  “Then he was an idiot. There’s nothing better than the sight of a woman’s arse quivering and red after a good beating.”

  Harriet shivered at his words and the promise behind them. She stared up at him as he wrapped his hands around the top of her arms, pulling her to her feet. With great leisure, he pushed his fingers under her hair and brought his mouth down onto hers. Harriet gasped as her cunt pulsed with need and he deepened the kiss. Oh yes, this was the best decision she’d ever made.

  His hand stroked up her leg, coming underneath her dress to cup at her arse. A careful finger worked its way under the elastic of her knickers. She moaned as he probed her folds.

  “Bloody hell, you’re wet.”

  “Yes,” she murmured against his lips.

  “You are going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

  “Yes,” she groaned as his fingers explored further.

  Jonathan snatched his hand away suddenly and thrust her back, his hands on her shoulders. “When I say I want to dominate you, I am deadly serious, Harriet. Once we start, there is no going back. You will do whatever I ask of you.”

  Her pulse hammered as she considered his words. Yes, yes, yes, this is what you want, her mind whispered.

  “Are you willing to place yourself at my mercy?” he persisted.

  “Yes,” she replied without a moment’s hesitation. “Yes, Master,” she added with a sly grin.

  Jonathan nodded with satisfaction. “Fuck, you are going to make such a good sl
ave.” He came to stand in front of her and she shivered as he ran his eyes appreciatively over her body. “Take off your dress.”

  She hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the suddenness of his demand, but her hands still came up to the straps of her summer dress and she pushed it down around her ankles, stepping carefully out of it.

  “Now your bra.”

  Harriet’s breasts ached at the thought of his eyes upon them and she eagerly unhooked her bra and flung it to one side. Her nipples pebbled instantly as his gaze raked over her.

  “Fuck, Harriet, you are stunning.”

  She released a small smile at his words. Coming from him, they seemed so genuine. She felt truly beautiful around Jonathan.

  Stepping forward, he traced a path over her breasts, swirling around her nipples and over her belly before tracing the line of her knickers around to her bottom. He plucked briefly at them allowing them to ping against her buttocks and she let out a surprised yelp. He cupped at her buttocks, kneading them in his hand before dipping between her legs.

  “Keep still,” he commanded as she pressed into his finger.

  Fighting the urge to pump against him, she froze as he continued his exploration of her body. Jonathan came around behind her and pushed her forwards with the press of his hand on her back, forcing her bottom out. He yanked down her underwear and coaxed her to step out of them. Then he pulled her ass cheeks apart and she could feel his hot breath against her wet sex as he leant over to eye her. He toyed with her folds before skimming up over her puckered hole. She tensed as he pressed a finger experimentally against it but his finger retreated and she let out a breath.

  Pulling her straight, Jonathan urged her to put her wrists behind her back. He left her briefly and she heard him rummaging in one of the mahogany chests but Harriet remained where she was. Her wrists were bound behind her back in some soft, but tight, restraints. A mask came suddenly over her eyes and she gasped as the world went black. Never before had she felt so vulnerable. Or so aroused.

  His hand came around her arm and he led her across the room. He twisted her around and her knees hit the back of a chair. Pressing her gently into the chair, Harriet felt the prickle of velvet against her bottom and back.