The
British Bondage
Collection
J.A. Bailey
Copyright 2012 ©J.A. Bailey
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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.
Table of Contents
Bound by the Boss
Sold for Sex
Waiting for Master
Haunted by the Highlander
Bound by the Boss
Come to my office at 5.30pm. You’re working late today.
Mr P. Evans
Violet stared at her computer screen and rubbed at her forehead. How like him. Direct and straight to the point. Patrick Evans didn’t believe in unnecessary etiquette, she thought with a snort. Though she’d only worked for him for six months, she quickly got used to his brusque business style.
And in a strange way, she liked it. There was none of that awkward small talk. No having to be nice to her superior. He never pretended to be friends with his subordinates. Patrick Evans was the boss, nothing more and certainly nothing less. He demanded punctuality, perfectionism and obedience.
Surprisingly, Violet had found herself readily obeying her stern manager. In her three years since graduating college, she’d had four jobs, three of which had ‘let her go’ and one that she’d walked out from. In their efforts to be her ‘friend’, her previous superiors had simply given her the excuse to not give a shit. But that was not so with Mr Evans. For once in her life, Violet worked hard to please her quick-tempered boss.
A tiny curl of excitement flittered through her stomach as she eyed the clock on her computer. 16.50. Everyone else would be leaving at 5pm and then it would just be her and Mr Evans.
With his broad shoulders, thick black hair and sculpted arse - oh yes, she’d checked that out often enough - his mere presence was enough to send her pussy clenching with desire. He stared at her sometimes, his dark eyes clashing with hers from under his brow and in her more hopeful moments, she wondered if he felt the same. He wasn’t married and he definitely didn’t have a girlfriend, so maybe, just maybe there was a chance for her…
With a sigh, she flicked a look back at her computer. 16.56. Come on. Propping her hand on her chin, she watched his door. Sometimes…Okay, all the time, she imagined him throwing open that door and dragging her away from her desk for a hard fuck. Moisture pooled between her legs. Damn, if she was only at home. She could tear off her knickers and pound herself with her new toy.
Or she could go out and find herself a man for the night. It would be easy enough. With her curvy bottom and come-hither looks, men looked at her and immediately thought of sex. A pout of her ample lips, a flick of her chocolate hair and a bat of her blue eyes and she could gain a partner for the evening with ease. The problem was, although she was attuned with her body and could climax easily enough, they never seemed to satisfy her and rarely lasted more than one night. She sighed again. What the hell was wrong with her?
The rest of her work colleagues began gathering up their coats and Violet realised with a jolt that it was after 5pm. Her heart pounded against her chest. Why was she so nervous? It wasn’t like she’d never been on her own with her boss before. He often asked for her help in the office and she treasured every one of those moments but she’d always been aware of the office staff sat just outside. She giggled. That was probably the only reason she hadn’t jumped his bones yet.
As a couple of the ladies waved goodbye, she muttered about working late to them and they cast her a sympathetic look. She tapped her fingers on her desk as the last person filed out. Now what was she going to do for half an hour?
With the office empty, Violet glanced around and settled back into her chair. Slipping her hand beneath her skirt, she pushed aside her lace knickers and flicked over her folds. Yep, soaking wet. It was all her boss’ fault, she thought resentfully.
Blowing out a slow breath, she circled her clit, brushing gently until it swelled underneath her fingers. Working more vigorously, she closed her eyes and imagined that it was Mr Evans’ strong, warm fingers instead of her own slim ones. She imagined him kissing at her naked body, taking her nipples between his teeth before slamming his fingers into her needy cunt.
Her body tensed and writhed as she slid her fingers in and out before bringing them back over her nub and rubbing furiously until a sharp, short climax overtook her. Slowly withdrawing them, she opened her eyes and drew herself back up in her chair. Reaching for a tissue to wipe her damp fingers, she froze as Mr Evans’ door swung open.
His dark eyes fixed onto her. “Violet, come here.”
Looking from her wet fingers to her boss’ stern brow, she nodded and stood. “Yes, Mr Evans.”
She tucked her hands behind her and as soon as he turned his back, she twisted her hips, hoping her knickers would slide back into place. Fuck. If he didn’t smell her arousal on her fingers, then he would definitely smell it from between her thighs. And she dare not wipe her hands on her dark red dress. Mr Evans’ keen eye would surely spot the wet marks.
Following him into his office, a whiff of his expensive cologne washed over her as he pressed the door shut behind her.
“Have a seat.” He motioned to the chair.
Cheeks heating, she lowered herself into the leather chair, crossing her legs carefully and tucking her moist fingers into her hand. She cast a glance around the room. Spartan and simple, it comprised of a large glass desk, black leather furniture and a mini fridge in one corner. The office sat on the corner of the building and faced out over the city. His one concession to interior design was an abstract print on one wall.
Violet tilted her head and studied it. Now she thought about it, it looked just like a nude woman. She stared some more. God, she had sex on the brain. What was once a tasteful print was turning into the image of a spread-eagled woman. Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to her boss.
Mr Evans propped himself up against his desk, his arms folded over his chest and eyed her with a calculating look.
Violet shifted as the warmth in her cheeks spread across her chest at his scrutiny. Did he know? No, he couldn’t possibly. Yet there was something in his expression that told her she could hide nothing from him.
He broke the silence suddenly, making her jump. “Mr Harrison from the head office is stopping by shortly. I need you to here to attend to him. We have a lot of paperwork to go over. You’ll be paid double time.”
“O-of course, Mr Evans. No problem.” Why her? Though it wasn’t unusual for him to single her out, there were surely more efficient workers. Still, she wouldn’t complain. She was broke after drifting from job to job and living in London wasn’t cheap. Double time would help towards this month’s rent.
“I have another proposition for you too. A promotion, so to speak.”
“A p-promotion?”
Mr Evans pushed away from his desk and snatched at a bundle of papers. Thrusting them into her hand, he moved around behind her. Violet stared at the papers but she couldn’t focus on the words, not with him so close by. Fuck, his presence was so…so intimidating. But in the most compelling way. Men might look at her and think of sex but Mr Evans made her think of sex and a whole lot more.
His hand came upon her shoulder and he bent over to murmur in her ear. “It’s a contract. I’ve watched you, Violet. I know what y
ou want and I know what you need. I have a knack, shall we say, for recognising those that are naturally…accommodating. You act brash and confident but I know that’s not the real you.”
Her throat tightened as Mr Evans traced the shell of her ear with a finger before trailing across her collarbone. “I-I’m not sure what you mean.”
“You want me to fuck you,” he stated simply.
“No!”
He chuckled in her ear and she realised it was the first time she’d ever heard him laugh. God, this was so humiliating. Mr Evans’ hand pressed more persistently, levering her dress away from her chest and exposing her to his gaze.
“Your nipples are tight and rosy and begging for my mouth.”
Violet gasped.
“You want me to fuck you.”
A hand closed over her breast and she released a moan. Oh, what was the point in lying? She wanted him badly. It had to be the worst idea in the world, sleeping with the boss, but at the moment she didn’t give a shit.
He pulled his hand out of her dress abruptly. “Look at the contract, Violet.”
Blinking, she stared at the writing in front of her as he circled around and positioned himself back on the edge of the desk. Agreements, blah, blah, blah, employment rights etc. Contract between Patrick Evans hereafter known as the…Her eyes widened…Master? She glanced up at Mr Evans and he nodded towards the paper.
“Keep reading.”
Violet Johnson, hereafter known as the Slave? What the hell?
“You’ll find the terms quite agreeable, Violet. A pay rise, use of the company’s private jet and holiday accommodation…”
“Wait. Mr Evan’s, am I right in thinking that you want to have sex with me?”
“Not just sex.”
She bristled. “I’m not a whore, you don’t need to pay me for sex. I would have fucked you anyway but I don’t want to be paid.” She stood. “In fact, I think I’d rather forget the idea now.”
“Sit,” he barked.
Violet flinched at his sharp tone and immediately sat. She gaped up at the commanding man, her body alive with conflicting emotions. She wanted to fuck him, she really did, but she didn’t want to be brought. She wanted him to need her, to crave her like she did him, not pay her for a quick fuck.
“What I want, Miss Johnson, is more than just sex. I want your complete and utter obedience. And I am not paying you to have sex with me. I could take that from you quite easily, but I will not have my slave struggling to pay her rent and living off cheap ready-meals. I want you healthy and relaxed so you can pay your full attention to servicing your master.”
Licking at her dry lips, Violet gaped at him. “You…you want to dominate me?”
“Yes, you could say that. You are submissive, Violet, even if you haven’t realised it yet.”
She shook her head. “I’m not. I always take the lead. I always have.”
A wry smile tugged across his strong jaw. “Because your partners have let you. They’re too weak and grateful to have you in their bed. You need to a strong partner to treat you properly.” He lowered his voice. “Like a cock-hungry slut.”
Her eyes widened at his crude words but she couldn’t ignore the pulse of her pussy. Was he right? Was this what she’d been missing? No, it couldn’t be. She didn’t like pain. Violet had never tried BDSM but she’d read enough erotica to know that it involved spanking and nipple clamps and stuff.
Peeking at the contract again, she chewed at her lip. The money would be handy. And she could go on holiday. The company had villas in the Canaries. Perhaps she could play his game long enough to get a holiday and save up some cash.
“If I do this, what happens if I change my mind?”
“Same as any contract. You work notice. A week. And you’ll get a healthy severance package. Enough to pay your rent for the next year probably.”
“So if I change my mind, I still have to...to be your slave for a week?”
He nodded.
Her body pounded in anticipation as she considered her options. She could give it a try. If she hated it, she could put up with a week of his attentions, and gain a nice sum of cash at the end of it, and if she liked it…well, either way, she’d get his cock inside of her. She was fairly sure she could put up with quite a bit to give that a try.
“Okay, I’ll do it.”
Mr Evans didn’t smile, just nodded again, a glint of triumph in his dark eyes. Handing her a pen, he shucked off his suit jacket and laid it over the back of his chair as she leaned over the desk and scribbled her signature.
Before she could straighten, Mr Evans came around behind her and pushed his hips against her bottom. She could feel his erection through her dress, hard and swollen. Peering at him over her shoulder, she noted the predatory look in his expression and a shudder trailed over her. What had she let herself in for?
“You-you want to start now?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
“You want to as well, Violet. I know your pussy is slick and ready for me. Especially after your little…private time.”
Violet snapped her gaze back to the glass desk. “You…you saw?”
“We do have CCTV, remember?”
“Oh God.”
“Don’t worry, slut, I’ll be sure to bring to a much more satisfying climax if you behave yourself. Just remember with pain comes pleasure.” His hands came around her, cupping at her breasts and pulling them free from her tight dress. He pinched at her nipples, causing her to squeal before massaging and tugging carefully at them, making her womb clench. “See? Be a good girl, take what I give you and you’ll always be rewarded.”
She nodded furiously as he continued to caress her hard nipples. A bit of pain, right? How bad could it be? She could do this.
A hand curled into her glossy brown hair and yanked her to her feet. She screamed as he whirled her around, her scalp burning. Releasing her hair, Mr Evans stepped back and ran his gaze over her.
“Show me your pussy.” She hesitated for a moment and he gripped at her chin, forcing her frightened gaze to his sinister one. “Show me your pussy.”
“Y-Yes.”
“Master.”
“Yes, Master.”
Sliding her skirt up her legs, she revealed her slippery sex to him, still exposed after she’d been unable to adjust her knickers. Mr Evans’ eyes alighted on her folds and a small smile twitched on his lips.
“Nice.” He stroked at the tiny strip of hair above her lips. “But this will have to go. I don’t want anything between us when we fuck. Be sure to wax before next time.”
God, now he was telling her how to groom herself? The rebellious side of her warred with the silly, whimpering part of her that simpered and sighed at his brusque words. But then his fingers probed beneath her folds and she forgot what had her so riled.
Circling at her clit, much as she had when she’d masturbated, his other hand came to the zip of her dress and drew it down. Violet exhaled as the tight fabric released her squashed breasts. He took his hand away from her sex for just a moment as he pulled the dress from her, coaxing her to step out of it.
With one swift movement, he tore her underwear from her, leaving her entirely exposed in nothing other than her heels. Violet couldn’t help but slap her hands across herself in shock. Though hardly modest normally, standing naked in his office with him still in his shirt and trousers left her feeling acutely exposed.
Growling, Mr Evans grabbed her hands and tore them away from her. “Never hide yourself from me. Never.”
To ensure she understood the consequences, he brought his hand back to her cunt, squeezing her clit between her fingers until she whimpered and tried to wriggle from his gasp.
“This is my cunt now, to do with as I wish. I don’t care if you’re embarrassed or uncomfortable. This is about what I want, do you understand?”
“Yes, yes,” she squealed as her clit burned under his fingers.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Mas
ter. Please…” she begged, tears pricking in her eyes.
He released her nub and Violet sagged against him as the blood rushed back into her pussy, creating an odd ache.
“Pleasure and pain, remember?”
Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, Violet gave a tiny nod. Her skin prickled in anticipation as his hand came back to her cunt and thread its way through her soaking folds. With a sudden thrust, he plunged two fingers into her as his other hand curled possessively around the back of her neck. Mr Evans worked his fingers in and out of her vigorously, making her legs shake. Just as she thought she might come, he withdrew his hand and pinched roughly at her cunt again.
Covering her cry with his mouth, he tasted greedily at her and the pain faded as the heat of his tongue invaded her mouth. She clung to his shoulders, savouring his kiss even as his fingers remained firmly on her clit. He kissed her like a man possessed, murmuring her name. Did he need her as much as she needed him?
And then he pushed back into her slick heat and she exploded against the heel of his hand as he pressed forcefully against her abused sex. Shuddering and bucking, her climax continued as Mr Evans toyed with her nub.
Before she was aware what was happening, Mr Evans had drawn her up against him and hefted her legs around his hips. He must have unzipped himself as his hot cock pressed against her. Without ceremony, he carried her to the window and pressed her bare back against the cold glass, drawing a gasp from her. Just as swiftly, he impaled her onto his rock hard erection, easily invading her soaking sheath.
A feral rumble emanated from Mr Evans as he ploughed into her, hardly giving her a moment to adjust to the size of him in her. She cried out as he pounded her against the window, giving her little choice but to hold on and take it.
“That’s it, little slut, take it deep.”
Barely recovered from her last orgasm, Violet was astonished to feel another one building already. Fuck, who was this man? And why was his brutal treatment of her such a turn on?
The glass shuddered behind her as he thrust again and again, his fat dick gliding into her heat with ease.
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