The British Bondage Collection

by Bailey, J. A.

  His finger finally swept softly over her wet heat and she fought the urge to buck against him. A hand came upon her back and urged her to bend over. Holly obliged, holding a breath. Justin ogled her, ruining the moment and she closed her eyes and concentrated on the man’s fingers as they spread her folds, pulling back her hood and brushing over her clit. It pulsed and she trembled slightly.

  He plunged his finger suddenly into her cunt and she bit at her lip as her sheath clamped down on it. He withdrew far too quickly for her liking and the hand came back onto her hip, urging her to straighten and turn back to face him.

  “Do you like being a sub, Holly?”

  Glancing warily at Justin, she nodded. “Y-yes, Sir.”

  “What do you like about it?”

  Holly chewed at her lip. God, what was this? An inquisition? She racked her brain in search of the right answer. She’d been around enough subs to know what it was they loved, surely?

  “Um…I-I like pleasing my master, Sir.”

  His expression didn’t change, the same warm smile remained and she couldn’t tell if he was pleased with her answer or not.

  “Do you like pain?”

  “If my master does, Sir,” she answered with a little more confidence this time. She’d heard one of the women saying the same thing before.

  He nodded slowly and his grin expanded. “Get on your knees, Holly.”

  Holly obliged, coming quickly to her knees, trying not to wince as she struggled to edge down carefully with her hands bound behind her back. Shuffling forwards, she kneeled in front of him, waiting.

  A hand came to her cheek and she fought the urge to burrow into the odd comfort it offered. God, she’s never been so confused. She’d expected to be scared, not comforted by the man that wanted to dominate her.

  “Are you a new sub?” he asked and then held up his hand as she opened her mouth to answer. “And the truth please. I expect total honesty from my subs.”

  Holly paused, debating whether to tell him the truth. She was a terrible liar. “I’m a new sub, Sir,” she confirmed. It was partially true, at least.

  The man’s lips tilted and Holly was struck by the need to feel them upon her skin. His thumb swept over her own parted lips and she wondered if he was thinking the same. A cough sounded from somewhere and Holly suddenly remembered they weren’t alone.

  “Thank you for your honesty.”

  Her lips curved upwards tentatively and he leant over and pressed a butterfly-like kiss to her mouth, as if rewarding her.

  He broke the gentle kiss all too soon and leant back, his hand coming to his trousers. Unbuttoning them, the sound of his zip rasped through the air and her eyes widened as he freed his cock from his briefs.

  “Show me what you can do, Holly.”

  She gaped at the big dick in front of her, overtaken by the need to taste it. The music and the people surrounding her all seemed to dissolve into the background and there was only her and this gorgeous man.

  Bending forwards, she licked gingerly at his velvety head. The tang of his cock sent a pulse of need to her pussy and Holly marvelled at the strange sensation. As his fingers delved into her hair and urged her down, she parted her lips and took him into her mouth, relishing his hardness against her tongue.

  He pressed her further down , making her gag before dragging her up and repeating the movement. He did it again and again, each time bringing her down with more force. Holly became lost in the rhythm, his male groans spurring her on to do better each time, to take him further and harder with each thrust. His cock tensed in her mouth and she squealed in surprise as he pressed her down and filled her mouth with his hot cum. She struggled to swallow it all but she gulped down what she could, aware that her future all depended on this one blowjob.

  With a few jerky movements, he emptied himself completely and Holly licked at his cock, grimacing as she spied cum on his trousers. She knew enough about Doms to realise that that was definitely a punishable offence.

  She drew her head up and bit at her lip as she awaited his verdict. He tucked himself back in and eyed her with a veiled expression, the gentle smile still playing on his lips.

  “You need work,” he told her and Holly’s heart sank, “but you’re keen to please and I love that you blush when I praise you. It’s very charming.”

  Holly tried to prevent the smile that expanded across her face, aware she was probably beaming like a fool but she couldn’t help it. And a pang of realisation struck her - this was no longer just about her chance at freedom, it was about spending more time with this man. She was willing to bet she’d put up with an awful lot to just have a couple more hours with him.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she breathed.

  “My name is Daniel.”

  “Oh.”

  “You may call me by my name, Holly,” he said with a chuckle.

  “Oh.” She blinked. “I mean, thank you, Daniel.” He sure was the most unusual Dom she’d ever met.

  He nodded to someone behind her and Justin hauled her to her feet.

  “Take Holly to my room,” Daniel said to Justin.

  She stole a quick glance at Daniel as Justin led her away and a bright bubble of hope arose in her chest as his bright eyes followed her progress. Maybe, just maybe, her first session as a sub wouldn’t be as bad as she’d thought.

  ***

  Justin unlocked the door to the Penthouse Playroom. Holly had been in the room before while working for her uncle, but tonight it was different. Tonight, the hook hanging from the ceiling and the x-frame and the sex swing and the wall restraints all bore down upon her with an ominous quality.

  The room screamed sex with its low lightning and expensive décor. Pricey erotic prints and luxurious designer bedding completed the effect. Her uncle had a rich clientele and only the best would do for them.

  Her stomach knotted as Justin shoved her towards the centre of the room, positioning her under the large metal hook. “That was quite a show you put on there,” Justin sneered.

  “Whatever, Justin,” she said dismissively. “Where do you want me?”

  He laughed. “I want you on my cock. But yer uncle will have my head if I fuck you before Mr Armstrong has had his turn.” He came around behind her and took the restraints off her wrist. “Maybe later, eh, darling?”

  “No way. As soon as this is over, I’m out of here. I wouldn’t sleep with you for anything.”

  “But you’ll sleep with this guy for twenty K?” Justin strolled casually away as she rubbed at her wrists and watched as he yanked some restraints out of the chest at the end of the bed.

  Holly drew her chin up. “If it gets me out of here, yes.”

  “Face it, Hol, yer whoring yourself out. Don’t put on the high and mighty act, ‘cause it don’t work.”

  “Shut up,” she muttered as he grasped her wrists and put them above her head. But he was right, wasn’t he? So why did the thought of being Daniel’s whore excite her so much? She could already feel the dampness gathering between her thighs, mingling with the confusing concoction of fear and excitement.

  He wrapped the restraints around her wrists and slid them over the hook, giving it a tug before stepping back and admiring his work. He rubbed at his chin and then stepped forwards, yanking down the zip at the front of her dress as she gasped.

  Tilting his head, he studied her again, his gaze lingering on her partially revealed breasts. He skimmed a finger quickly over her cleavage and she jumped back, her wrists jerking against the restraints.

  “Ah, Hol, what I wouldn’t give to be in the room when he breaks you.”

  The knot in her stomach tightened as she considered his words before glancing up at the hook that she hung from. What had she let herself in for?

  “Well, have fun!” Justin flashed her a grin, flicking a finger under her chin before leaving the room and shutting the door.

  Sweat prickled over Holly’s neck as she attempted to control her breathing. Had Justin been right when he said Daniel
would break her? Was that calm, friendly attitude just a façade to knock down her resistance? The image of his bright blue eyes lingered in her memory and her breathing eased. He’d wanted her to be upfront with him and he’d been pleased with her honesty. Well, almost honesty. He didn’t need to know all the sordid details of her depressing life. But she was sure she could trust him.

  Her heart skipped as she heard footsteps outside. She strained to listen but when no one came through the door, she relaxed against her restraints. Abruptly, the door slammed open and Daniel stepped swiftly into the room.

  Shutting the door gently behind him, he turned to face her, his gaze tracing every inch of her with leisure. Holly felt her pussy twitch and swell in response and she struggled to breathe as he shrugged off his suit jacket and laid it over a chair. He rolled his neck and she watched the muscles undulate beneath his shirt.

  Yanking off his tie, he laid it over his jacket and popped open a few buttons, revealing a hint of tanned skin. Holly’s body tightened with longing.

  “I’m glad I came here,” he told her as he moved over to her. “I’m glad I found you.”

  A glow alighted in her heart and as much as she tried to quash it, it spread throughout her. His expression became serious suddenly as he stopped in front of her. Holly wrestled the impulse to chuck herself against the restraints and into his arms.

  “I expect full obedience, and total honesty. If you have any doubts, then you need to tell me now and I’ll release you.”

  Doubts? Did she have any doubts? Hell, of course she did. She doubted she could live up to his expectations. She doubted she could tolerate any pain. She doubted she could offer him complete honesty. He would probably turn her away if he knew the full truth and then she would never be free of her uncle’s grasp.

  But then he skimmed his lips over her cheek and across her jaw and she couldn’t quite remember what those doubts were. His mouth finally claimed hers and, this time, his tongue probed her mouth and she sighed as their tongues touched, his hot lips sending a thrill down her spine.

  “So,” he said as he stepped back, “any doubts? Anything at all?”

  She shook her head dumbly.

  “Good,” he murmured as his fingers pressed beneath the latex and met her rock hard nipples. He plucked at them, making them impossibly stiff before tracing the curve of her breasts. She sighed as his hand clasped around one.

  Daniel unexpectedly yanked down the zip of her dress, leaving it just above the juncture of her thighs. She couldn’t tell if it was to tease her or him, but it certainly worked to torment her as she bucked towards his fingers. He slipped the latex from her breasts and palmed them before bringing his mouth down on hers.

  And while his hands worked roughly, his mouth was gentle, casually parting her lips and slipping his tongue in to meet her tentative one. He tasted of scotch and warmth and Holly whimpered. Once she fell into rhythm with him, he pressed the kiss harder and she struggled to support herself as her knees buckled and her wrists rubbed against her restraints.

  Daniel withdrew and granted her a smile that made her chest expand as she tried to regain her breath. “You are very delicious, Holly,” he said as his finger toyed with the zip above her pussy.

  “Thank you, Sir…I mean, Daniel,” Holly whispered as she licked at her lips, trying to savour the taste of him.

  He eyed her from under his brow, his lips tilting as he finally yanked down the zip and parted her dress, revealing her completely to him. A flush of embarrassment surged through her as he stood back and inspected every part of her body.

  Stepping forwards abruptly, Daniel pressed a finger to her pussy, letting it sit just on her clit. It throbbed and she could tell he felt it as his eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

  “You are a strange combination. So sexy, yet so shy. How did someone like you come to be in a place like this?”

  Holly lowered her gaze, wondering what she could possibly tell him without lying. “I-I just wanted to try being a submissive,” she said cautiously. It was true now. Something about Daniel made her want to throw herself at his feet and offer herself up for his pleasure. He made her feel protected at the same time as making her feel powerfully beautiful. It was an odd sense of power play. Both giving and receiving in some way.

  He studied her for a moment, tapping his finger absently against her nub and she tucked her lip between her teeth to keep from crying out in fear and frustration. Her cunt twitched and she longed to thrust her hips forward and have him plunge his thick fingers into her. Had he seen through her? I can’t hide anything from him, she thought. He has stripped me bare with a mere look.

  “There is more to this, Holly,” he finally said and Holly tensed against her restraints.

  If he sent her away now, she didn’t know what she would do. Not only would her uncle probably kick her out with no money whatsoever, she wouldn’t get to see what it would be like to have Daniel’s cock inside of her.

  He turned away and Holly closed her eyes, waiting for him to stroll out of the door and leave her behind. But how could she possibly admit the truth?

  The brush of something made her jump and she snapped open her eyes. Daniel stood in front of her, dragging a flogger lightly over her skin. Her breathing hitched as he dragged it over her breasts, down her stomach and over her dewy cunt.

  “I want you, Daniel,” she told him earnestly as she gulped.

  Daniel flicked a look up to her eyes and nodded. “Mmm-hmm.”

  Reaching over, Daniel unzipped the shoulders of her dress and wrenched it from her. Her skin trembled as he circled her, the leather strips of the flogger danced over her back and buttocks and she bit back a cry as it disappeared, waiting for the inevitable slap.

  It didn’t come and he strolled casually back around in front of her. “That is the truth, at least. But you are hiding something, Holly. I don’t know what it is, but I will get it from you eventually. I expect complete honesty, remember?”

  She nodded vigorously. “I just want to be your sub.”

  “We’ll see.” The leather tassels were back on her skin, rubbing across her nipples. “I’m not going to be gentle on you. I think you can take what I’ll give,” he told her confidently.

  Holly lowered her head as a dart of fear speared through her. “Yes, Daniel.”

  “Head up, Holly,” he ordered gently. “I want to see those beautiful eyes glistening.”

  Holly didn’t even try to respond, she could barely breathe let alone speak. She watched the blur of leather as he brought the flogger down on her bare breasts. The pain only registered as she saw the red bloom across her skin, a stinging burn right across her nipple. Before it could ease, Daniel slapped it across her other breast and she cried out this time.

  Oh God, her skin was on fire. Over her stomach this time. What had she done? Across her breasts. She squealed in pain. She should never have agreed to this. Lower again, stinging across her hips and stomach. She squeezed her eyes shut, only for the blows to become heavier.

  “Eyes open,” Daniel reminded her.

  She sobbed as she pulled open her eyes and was just able to make out his satisfied smile through her tear-clouded eyes. This time the flogger came across her bare pussy and Holly felt the tears dripping down her cheeks. How much more could she possibly take?

  Daniel flogged her cunt until she was sure her skin would never recover. It burned so badly, but she didn’t dare look. Holly somehow managed to keep her gaze on Daniel. With one last vicious blow, that seemed to smack straight across the core of her, he lowered the flogger.

  Holly snivelled and shook as Daniel cupped her cheek and she couldn’t resist nuzzling into it.

  “Look at your pussy, Holly. It looks beautiful.”

  She flinched as his fingers trailed over her heated skin and she peeked down, gasping as she took in the sight. Her bare sex was bright red as individual streaks of colour splayed across the top of her thighs and curled around her hips and stomach. Just looking at his tanne
d hand against her flaming skin sent a rush of desire straight to her smarting cunt.

  His fingers pulled apart her tender lips and that finger was back again, pushing against her clit. She sucked in a breath as the pressure sent a bolt of pleasure through her. Daniel vibrated his hand against her, so lightly that if it wasn’t for the tenderness of her pussy, she may not have noticed it. His eyes bore into hers as he flicked more persistently. Pain and curls of decadence shot down her limbs and she chewed at her lip as the feelings built, making her pant and moan.

  As the fingertip remained, Holly began to grind her hips, seeking release. Daniel’s eyes narrowed and she wondered if she’d be punished but he let her continue, masturbating herself against his hand. Holly’s head flopped back as her body clenched and vibrated. So, so close.

  “Head up.”

  Holly complied immediately, his intense gaze somehow causing the pleasure to spike suddenly.

  “I want to see your beautiful eyes as you come. Come for me, Holly.”

  Daniel speared a finger into her cunt and the tension shattered through her as her sheath pulsed around that one digit. By some miracle she kept her gaze locked onto his as her eyes flew wide and the throbbing made her shake against the restraints until it ebbed.

  “Good girl,” Daniel whispered as he withdrew his finger and detached her restraints from ceiling hook.

  Hands still bound, she threw her arms around his neck with a sob and sank against him. He bundled her up carefully, like a child, and murmured soothing words into her hair.

  “I want to fuck that sweet, sweet pussy now, darling. Will you offer it to me?”

  Pulling back, Holly nodded frantically. God, if he could do that with just a finger, what could he do with his huge cock? Her pussy still smarted from its whipping and recent orgasm but she didn’t care. She wanted to feel his deep thickness sat inside her.

  Oh and she had to please him, didn’t she? For a moment, she almost forgot the terrible truth as to why she was here.

  Tenderly easing out of her hold, he pointed over to the bed. “Put your hands on the bed railings.”