The British Bondage Collection

by Bailey, J. A.

  “Never!”

  Anger boiled inside of her and she leapt forwards to slap at him. His hand shot out with surprising speed for a heavy-set man and he clenched her wrist painfully before standing and twisting it around behind her back.

  “Justin!” he yelled.

  Justin came hurrying in, his eyes wide as he spotted Holly with her hand pinned.

  “Get her out of here. The ungrateful little bitch obviously doesn’t know what’s good for her. I don’t want to see you again, Holly,” he spat.

  Justin grabbed her arm, yanking it until she screamed and tears beaded in her eyes. She fought against him but his hold was too painful and he forced her out of the office.

  “You bastard,” she shouted as he dragged to the back entrance of the club.

  Pressing open the emergency door with an elbow, Holly braced herself to be thrown across the ground but the pressure on her wrist released suddenly and nothing happened. She turned around to see Daniel bringing his fist across Justin’s face.

  She squealed and jumped aside as Daniel launched Justin through the door. Kicking out at his prone body, he brought his fist across his face again and yelled something about ‘never touching her again.’ Satisfied Justin got the message, Daniel stormed back in and slammed the doors shut behind him.

  Holly cradled her sore wrist as he bundled her into his hold and her resolve crumbled. Her tears came thick and fast as her misery rose to the surface. Daniel hushed and soothed her, stroking his hands over her hair and back.

  As she sniffed away the last of her tears, he pulled back to study her damp face. “You want to tell me what’s going on?”

  Holly took in his dishevelled appearance - his tousled hair and half-buttoned shirt. “What were you doing here? You were meant to be in bed.”

  “I came looking for you. I was going to quiz your uncle as to where my sub had gone. I wanted to wake up with you.”

  “So you heard?” she whimpered, clenching her hands together.

  “Some of it. What really happened, Holly? And the full truth this time please.”

  Nodding slowly, she pulled in a deep breath and straightened her shoulders. “M-my parents died when I was young and my uncle took me in. With no inheritance, I was dependant on him. He refused to let me go to college and steadily stopped me from even seeing friends. When I turned eighteen, he made me come and work here, threatening to kick me out if I didn’t.” She eyed him nervously as his expression darkened. “When he said you wanted me, I said I’d do it. But only if he gave me a large sum of money and let me go.”

  “I see,” Daniel said tightly.

  “But he refused to pay. I’d hoped…I’d hoped to be gone before you woke up. You should never have found out. I’m sorry.”

  Daniel shook his head and stepped forwards abruptly before pausing. “Wait here,” he commanded.

  Frowning, Holly nodded and wrapped her arms around herself as she watched him storm off. Was he angry with her? With her uncle? What was he doing? And what had he meant when he said he wanted to wake up with her? Whatever he’d meant, she’d no doubt ruined it now. If there was even the smallest hope that he felt something more for her, her dishonesty had probably destroyed that.

  She waited in the corridor until he returned, his expression unreadable. Thrusting a slip of paper in her hand, he moved back and ran a hand through his hair.

  Holly gawped at the cheque. “Fifty thousand…? But how did you…?”

  “It’s no more than you deserve, Holly. After all your years trapped…and giving up your body for me…Let’s just say, I have a lot of influence. I can make life very difficult for your uncle. I’ve told him that he is to never even speak to you again.”

  Her heart panged in regret. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Don’t say anything, darling. Just go and live a life finally. And if you need anything, anything at all, come and find me.”

  Pressing a shaky kiss to his cheek, she clutched at the cheque. “Thank you, Daniel, for everything.” She fixed him with a bold look. “I mean everything. Our night together wasn’t just about money, you know. I’ll never forget you.”

  Before he could answer, she turned away and hurried back through the club and out onto the front street. She couldn’t bear to hear him tell her that it wasn’t the same for him. Or even worse, to lie to make her feel better. She glanced down at the cheque. Well, at least she had one thing she wanted. Freedom. It was just a shame she couldn’t have Daniel too.

  ***

  Holly grumbled as her mobile buzzed at her bedside. Reaching out for it, she squinted at the screen, not recognising the number.

  “Hello?”

  “It’s me.”

  Sitting bolt upright in her bed, Holly clutched her sheet to her chest. Even after six months, she still remembered that voice.

  “Are you there?”

  “Yes,” she croaked. “Yes, I’m here.”

  “I miss you, Holly.”

  Her heart leapt into her throat and she held her breath, waiting.

  “Can I see you?”

  “Yes,” she replied without a moment’s hesitation.

  “Now?”

  “Yes.”

  “Let me in then.”

  Leaping from her bed and chucking her phone on her side, Holly grabbed her dressing gown and thrust her arms into it. He was here. Was he really? She’d spent months dreaming of him, wishing things had gone differently. She had a small house now and a steady job but there was still something missing. It didn’t surprise her that he had tracked her down - with all his money it was probably easy - but she never expected that he’d want to. Dashing down the stairs, she flicked on the porch light and threw open the door, her heart thudding.

  “Hi,” Daniel said softly as a grin spread across his face.

  “Hi.” Holly stepped aside and he pressed past her into her small hall.

  “You’re doing well,” he commented vaguely. “I hear you’re setting the world of accounting alight,” he added with a wicked grin.

  Holly flushed and laughed. “It’s not exactly thrilling, but I like it.”

  “So you’re happy?”

  “Yes, I mean, almost.”

  “Almost?”

  “Well, there’s still something missing…”

  Daniel’s brows shot up and he edged close, forcing her back against the wall. “And that would be…?”

  Holly gulped. Could she do it? Could she put herself on the line? “A master,” she said quietly.

  “A master?” His lips twisted as he flattened himself against her, running his hand across her cheek. “Just any master?”

  “No.” She tilted her head up as his lips bore down upon hers. “You.”

  “Thank God,” he murmured against her lips. Threading his hands into her hair, he kissed her lightly and her stomach fluttered. God, how she had missed him.

  “I wanted you, Daniel, almost from the beginning. It was always about more than the money. I just didn’t think you’d want me forever. I thought I was just another woman.”

  “I couldn’t forget you, Holly. I’d never be able to find another woman like you, but I didn’t know if…” He sighed. “I didn’t want you to feel controlled by anyone, especially me, after what your uncle did to you. But I just couldn’t stay away.”

  “I’m so glad you didn’t. I like my independence but I need you, Daniel. I trust you. I know you’d never control my life like my uncle did.”

  “Damn right. Just your sweet, hot body,” he added with a grin. “Now get that tasty little cunt upstairs. I’m dying to bury myself in that tight pussy of yours.”

  Laughing, Holly pressed a swift kiss to his mouth before dashing upstairs. “Yes, Daniel,” she said as she ran. Independence is all well and good, she thought as she laid down on the bed and Daniel prowled over her, but what’s the point if you can’t choose to sacrifice just a little of it to the man you love.

  *********

  Waiting for Master

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nbsp; 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.