The British Bondage Collection

by Bailey, J. A.

  “Oh God, Master,” she breathed as her cunt convulsed around him. She clenched her eyes shut as the pleasure rolled through her, more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced before.

  With a grunt, Mr Evans pulled himself from her and dropped her to the ground. “On your knees,” he snapped.

  Still dazed, Violet obeyed unthinkingly.

  “Open your mouth.” Mr Evans fisted his cock over her, closing his eyes and releasing a low moan as his jizz spurted out, splattering into her open mouth and dripping onto her chest.

  Mr Evans smirked at her shocked expression as she gulped down what cum had landed in her mouth. She resisted the temptation to wrinkle her nose. She’d never liked the taste of cum but she doubted very much he would care.

  “Stand up.”

  Violet came to her feet, her weak legs juddering beneath her. She clasped her hands behind her and held her breath as she waited for her next order. Bloody hell, he’d turned her into a sub already. She just hoped he had more use for her. After that mind-blowing climax, all she wanted was more. Apparently it was Mr Evans that was missing from her sex life.

  His hard gaze trailed over her, eyeing the white cream on her chest with a look of satisfaction. “Sit on the desk.”

  Eager to obey, Violet scurried over and perched herself on the desk facing the window. As she stared out at the dark evening, she wondered vaguely if anyone had seen them, if anyone could see her now. A glance at Mr Evans’ slightly swollen cock assured her that she didn’t care.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Violet parted her thighs and fixed a carefully seductive expression onto her face. His cock twitched but he didn’t look amused and he tucked it back into his suit trousers and zipped them up. Sitting down in his leather office chair, he slid towards her and yanked open a draw. Pulling out an odd shaped plastic object with straps attached to it, he smirked as her forehead furrowed in confusion. What was he doing?

  “This is a vibrator, Violet. I’m sure you’re familiar with them. I bet you’ve rammed a vibrator up that tight cunt more than once.”

  “Yes, but not like that. That’s not meant to go…up me, is it?”

  He laughed. “No, you’re right, this is just for your clit.”

  Slipping one strap over her high heel, he then did the same with the other and drew it all the way to her juncture. The rubber of the vibrator was shaped perfectly to settle against her clit.

  Pulling out a black box with a flourish, Mr Evans grinned as he pressed his thumb against it.

  Violet let out a startled cry as the vibrator sprang to life, instantly stimulating her pussy. As quickly as it had started, with a flick of his thumb, it stopped and she sagged.

  He stood, loosening his tie and drawing it from his collar. “Put your hands behind your back.”

  Violet stiffened, He wanted to tie her up. She’d be entirely at his mercy.

  A sharp slap to her thigh had her obeying immediately and he promptly bound her hands behind her back with his tie, yanking tightly on it so that the silk held her wrists firm. She gave an experimental tug and realised there would be no escape. Violet snorted to herself. Twisted man that he was, he was probably an expert in knots.

  Settling back into his chair, Mr Evans pushed her to one side, her bottom squeaking across the glass, and reached across for some papers that sat on his desk. Clicking the end of a pen, he bent his head and scribbled away at something, his brow creased in thought.

  Darting her gaze from him to the vibrator, Violet fidgeted. “M-Mr Evans?”

  Slap. She cried out as his hand swatted at the inside of her thigh. A bright red handprint immediately bloomed on her pale skin and she bit her lip to control her whimper.

  Recognising he wanted her silent, Violet sat and waited, the only sounds the scratching of his pen and their breaths. He glanced up at her once before turning his attention back to his papers. She may have sat there for a mere ten minutes but it felt longer and she shivered as her body cooled under the air conditioning.

  Abruptly the vibrator came to life, buzzing incessantly against her cunt. She released a groan and bucked as it tickled against her sensitive bud, the vibrations so powerful that it immediately made her sex twitch and quiver. With no escape from the pulsations, she writhed on top of his desk.

  Mr Evans paid her no attention and continued with his work even as she flopped back, her hips rolling with each vibration. Her hands were trapped uncomfortably beneath her but she was past caring as an orgasm thundered through her.

  The noise of the vibrator changed to a high-pitched whirr.

  “Fuck!” she cried. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  The sensation of the wildly vibrating rubber was now becoming painful but still her pussy pulsed and twitched. She rolled across his desk in an attempt to wriggle away from it but there was no release and tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

  “Please,” she implored Mr Evans. “Please, Master, please,” she sobbed.

  Her cleft was a fiery ball of agony as the vibrator continued its unrelenting torture. Mr Evans flicked a cold look towards her as he tapped the end of his pen against his chin and then turned his attention back to his work. The awful scalding pleasure built and built and she curled up, weeping as it reached its peak.

  And stopped.

  A sob bubbled out of her throat and she flopped, her breaths coming hard and fast. Mr Evans’ hands came upon her thighs and she flinched.

  “Hush. Be still.”

  Violet whimpered as he peeled the straps down her thighs and air swept over her swollen cunt. Shushing and whispering soothing words to her, Mr Evans coaxed her to sitting.

  “Stop snivelling,” he ordered gruffly as he brushed a rough hand over her cheek. “Pleasure and pain,” he reminded her.

  Sliding her towards the edge of the desk, he drew his chair forwards and settled between her legs.

  “Oh, please don’t.” Violet didn’t think she could possibly take anything more.

  He gave her a stern look. “I want to taste you.”

  Mr Evans dipped his tongue against her raw pussy with surprising tenderness, sweeping over it as if trying to soothe the pain. His licked and suckled gently at her, tasting her with appreciation. The heat of his mouth soon overcame the tenderness of her pussy and she felt the faint throb of a gentle pleasure building, entirely unlike the sharp orgasms the vibrator had given her. It built slowly as his tongue probed and stroked at her, hitting her unexpectedly, a long and slow and deliciously satisfying climax.

  As he came away from her, her scent filled the air and Violet gave him a shaky smile. “Oh, thank you, M-Master,” she added hastily.

  “You are learning, Violet.” He swept a hand over his chin and licked at his fingers. “You taste bloody delicious.” Grabbing her thighs, he slid her unresisting body off the desk and rewarded her with a deep, consuming kiss.

  Breaking away unexpectedly, he set her abruptly away from him and scowled. Had she done something wrong? Had she made him angry? More than anything, she wanted him to kiss her again. Violet didn’t understand why after his treatment of her but she felt connected to him. Some innate part of her called for him to possess her entirely.

  “You’re a dangerous creature, Violet, and too beguiling for your own good,” he told her harshly. “This is fucking, nothing more. Remember that.”

  Surprised by his sudden gruffness, she tilted her head and studied him. He felt it too, she realised and he was scared. The thought of her dark, daunting boss frightened by her brought a smile to her lips.

  His eyes narrowed and he snatched at the top of her arm, spinning her around and slamming her bare breasts against the cold glass of the table. She gasped as he pressed hard into her before pulling away. The rasp of his zipper sounded and heat coiled in her stomach. Yes, yes, yes, she wanted that cock in her again.

  Shivering with anticipation as his hand dipped into her damp folds, she laid her cheek against the glass, patiently awaiting her master. Her master? Fuck, s
he was in deep now.

  But then his fingers pressed against her tight puckered ring and she went rigid. Oh God, not that. She’d tried anal sex a couple of times and hadn’t enjoyed it. And those guys had smaller cocks than Mr Evans!

  She pushed away from the table but Mr Evans shoved her back down with ease, pressing one hand to the back of her neck. She struggled against him as his finger probed her opening.

  “Please don’t, Mr Evans.”

  “Master,” he growled.

  “Master, please. I don’t want to. Your cock’s too big, it will hurt.”

  His mouth came to her ear and he hissed angrily at her. “Do you think I care? You are mine, Violet. My fuck toy. I’ll do what I want with you, whether you like it or not.”

  Her pulse pounded and she could feel the prickle of sweat dancing up her spine. He was right. He had her right where he wanted her and he could do whatever he wanted. She fought against him again but with her hands bound behind her back, it was useless.

  He wriggled a finger into her arse and she squealed and grimaced as he forced it deeper. A second finger joined it and moved carefully in and out.

  “How does that feel?” he asked menacingly, obviously enjoying her discomfort.

  “Stop, please. It hurts.” Violet attempted to slide away from him but he kept a hard grip on her. “Mr Evans, no!” she added as forcefully as she could as he pressed back into her stealing the breath from her lungs.

  “Be a good girl,” he said with a lunge of his fingers. “Take my cock in your tight little hole and I will reward you.”

  “I-I don’t want a reward. I don’t want your cock up my arse!”

  “Sweetheart, you don’t have much choice.”

  Violet felt the heat of his cock near her lips and she screamed as he thrust forwards. He pushed into her pussy and, for a moment, Violet was struck by the hopeful notion he had just been teasing. To her dismay, he withdrew his solid erection and lined it up with her tiny hole.

  Fighting with new vigour, she writhed beneath him but it was no good. The tip of his slippery dick impaled her ring easily, still open from being finger fucked. She gasped as it stretched her wide and he let it sit there for a moment.

  “Fuck, that’s tight.”

  Mr Evans edged forwards some more and Violet winced as his hard rod invaded further into her arse. With one final push, he sank all the way into her, causing her to shriek. Her arse burnt and she could feel his cock stretching and assaulting her tight hole.

  He withdrew slowly, almost to the tip and Violet braced herself as he drove back into her. As her arse loosened around him, he picked up the pace, stabbing at her until she was crying and pleading with him to stop.

  Ignoring her cries, Mr Evans continued on, fucking her arse as if he was fucking a soaking pussy. Violet gave up fighting, quickly discovering the more she fought, the worse it was and she lay limply against the desk and allowed him to pound into her.

  His breaths became harsh and his cock twitched inside of her. It sent an odd fission through her body and her cunt pulsed with need. He must have felt it as he brought one finger to her clit and began stroking carefully at her still tender cleft.

  As he continued to drive his shaft into her, a flush of pleasure raced underneath her skin and she tensed and shifted, his fingers causing her pussy to throb and swell.

  “That’s it, slut,” he urged. “Come for me.”

  Playing deftly with her bud, he brought her to the edge before gripping at her hips and ploughing into her. She groaned as a shudder racked her and her body tensed as the pleasure reached its peak, bursting from her abused cunt and arse all through her.

  This sent Mr Evans over the edge and he came with a muttered curse, filling her arse with his scorching seed. He pulled away quickly, leaving her arse open and gaping. She took a moment to gather her breath and then glanced around hesitantly to see him running a hand over his face.

  “Fuck.” He paced, darting looks at her as she lay limply across his desk. “Fuck, fuck fuck. It wasn’t meant to be like this.”

  Violet managed to peel herself away from the table and wavered on her feet. Mr Evans noticed this and coaxed her into his chair. She frowned at this oddly caring move. In fact, everything that had just happened made her confused. He’d just fucked her arse when she had distinctly said no. She was not willing, yet somehow it had been the best orgasm of her life.

  “I’ll get cum on the seat,” she said quietly.

  He waved his hand dismissively and stalked over to the fridge in the corner, wrenching it open and pulling out a beer and cracking it. He downed some as Violet observed the bob of his Adam’s apple before holding it out to her. She drank gratefully, some of it dribbling down her chin as he tilted it for her.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked meekly.

  Mr Evans stopped and stared at her. “This was meant to be no more than fucking, Violet. You were meant to be my slave no more, no less.”

  “Am I not your slave? I mean, I just did everything you wanted.”

  He leant over, placing his hands on the arms of the chair and fixing her with his intense gaze. “You feel it too. This is more than…than just sex.”

  “Damn right it is, you fucked my arse!” she said indignantly.

  “You’re telling me that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had?”

  Her heart fluttered as his dark eyes bore into hers. After that amazing orgasm, she was convinced there was no other man for her now. Jesus, he’d taught her more about herself in the space of an hour than any other man had achieved in many nights of sex.

  Violet flushed. “Well, I…no, but I…”

  “Exactly.” He dropped onto his knees in front of her and reached around her, loosening the tie and releasing her hands. She rubbed at her wrists and he took them carefully into his large hands, caressing the tender skin. “You were meant to be a good fuck, but you’re bloody more than that, Violet. And now…”

  “What?”

  “Now I don’t want to share you.”

  “Share me?” she spluttered. What the fuck did he mean?

  “Mr Harrison should be here shortly.”

  “And?” She blinked. “You mean you were going to share me with him?”

  He nodded grimly.

  “But-but I never agreed to that! I was going to be your slave. I-I want to be your slave. Yours alone,” she added huskily.

  Mr Evans cupped her chin. “Me too, sweetheart. But you did agree to this, it’s all in the contract and Mr Harrison is expecting a fuck.”

  She crossed her arms over her bare chest. “Well, tell him he can’t have one.”

  “It’s not that easy. He’s from the head office. He’ll probably fire you and chuck me out on my arse too.”

  “He can’t do that, surely?”

  “He can do what he wants, Violet, he’s the boss.” He eyed her seriously. “You want to be my slave?”

  Violet stared at her hands. She did. For some fucked up reason, she wanted nothing more than to service him every hour of the day. She wanted him to use and abuse her body just as he already had. Bloody hell, she was a submissive, just like she’d read in all those BDSM novels. Who’d have known?

  A smile twitched on her lips and she met his gaze. “Yes.”

  Mr Evan grinned with satisfaction. “Good, because you are one horny little slut and I have so many more uses for that body. But first, for me, fuck Mr Harrison. I’ll be here, watching. I’ll look after you.”

  She gulped and hesitated, even though she knew what the answer was. “I’ll do it.”

  “Good girl.” He patted her leg as he stood and drew her to her feet. “Lie across the desk, he likes that.”

  “Should I clean myself up first?”

  He observed the cum dripping down her legs and shook his head. “No, he’ll like it.”

  Fighting the urge to smooth down her non-existent clothes, she positioned herself across the desk, her bottom facing the door. “Like this?”

  His fol
lowed her around and his shoe nudged her feet apart. “That’s it,” he said. “Fuck, I could screw you again so easily. Your holes are so bloody tempting.”

  A knock at the door made her jump and her heartbeat kicked up as she waited, completely on display for another man.

  “Come in.”

  The door opened but Violet kept her eyes shut, the humiliation burning through her body.

  “Patrick,” a deep voice greeted sharply. “So this is the one then. You were right, she’s bloody stunning.”

  His cold hands touched her bottom and she squealed in surprise. He trailed his fingers up her spine, around the side of her breast and back over her bottom before tracing her folds.

  “A natural submissive,” he murmured.

  Violet opened her eyes to see Mr Evans watching her intently. She locked her gaze onto his and it gave her courage. She would do this for her master.

  The rasp of a zipper sounded and the head of Mr Harrison’s erection prodded her entrance. She tensed as his cold hands grasped her hips and he lunged quickly, skewering her slick channel easily. No waiting around with this one, she thought, supressing a silly giggle.

  Mr Harrison fucked her roughly as Mr Evans stared at her with a nebulous look in his eyes. As he grunted and groaned, Violet couldn’t help but spot the erection straining at her master’s trousers. This was turning him on. The knowledge emboldened her and sent a rush of gratification down to her pussy. What she had just been tolerating now turned into enjoyment and she bucked back into Mr Harrisons thrusts.

  “Wild one you got here, Patrick,” Mr Harrison growled. “Say, do you want some?”

  Violet willed him on with her eyes and he nodded curtly. “Why not?”

  She found herself hauled up by her hair and dragged over to the leather couch that occupied one side of the office. With a heavy push, Mr Harrison pressed her over the edge of the arm so her bottom thrust into the air. Barely taking a moment to let her get used to the position, he plunged back into her, screwing her with renewed enthusiasm.

  Mr Evans pulled out his hard shaft and settled onto the couch, bringing his cock up to her mouth. Violet took it gratefully and sucked greedily as Mr Harrison pushed her head down onto him. His cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged but a glance at her master’s face encouraged her, and she continued to take him as far back as she could.