The British Bondage Collection

by Bailey, J. A.

  “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 slave.” 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.

  He coaxed her knees apart and lifted one leg over the solid arm of the chair before doing the same to the other one. Christ, she was completely exposed now. Cool air fluttered over her heated pussy as she sat with her legs spread almost as far apart as they could possibly go.

  A soft tie came around her ankle and she gave an experimental tug. Jonathan must have tied it to the chair. The other ankle was tied now and she was completely at his mercy. She trembled with anticipation and, if she was honest, with fear.

  “You should see how hot you look, Harriet. Your cunt is practically begging for my cock.” His voice came to her ear and she jumped, not realising he was so close.

  Harriet couldn’t respond, her throat was too clogged to do so. Warm fingers traced over her breasts, weighing each one. She remained bolt upright, unable to lean back with her hands bound behind her. Her legs pressed uncomfortably into the carved arms of the chair.

  Her pulse hammered as a buzzing noise suddenly sounded. Don’t be stupid, Harriet, it’s j
ust a vibrator.

  Jonathan traced a path up her thigh with what seemed to be a small vibrator and she whimpered as he neared her juncture. He pressed it against her folds, circling her clit but never quite touching it. Longing burned in her sex and she attempted to buck against it but her restraints kept her still.

  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh please fuck me.

  Finally, the vibrator hit her bud and she let out a cry as he pushed it against her sensitive core. Unable to retreat from its onslaught, she whimpered and moaned as her pussy pulsated in response. She was close, so close.

  The delicious torment retreated suddenly and she had to bite her lips to keep from screaming in frustration.

  “This may hurt,” Jonathan told her quietly and she stiffened. “But it will be worth it, I promise.”

  Her breathing hitched as she waited. What was he doing? Shit, why didn’t he just get it over and done with?

  There was a sudden woosh sound and a crack as pain shot through her pussy. She screamed in surprise as her nether lips burnt. He was spanking her pussy! With a crop, by the sound of it. Fuck. Then the vibrator was back on her folds, soothing the sting and urging her to climax. It withdrew once more and Harriet knew what was to come this time. She tensed, turning her head to the side as if she could somehow avoid it.

  Crack. Her pussy throbbed and pounded as the crop met her tender flesh. She could feel the moisture gathering between her legs in response to his brutal attentions. Then just as she was expecting the vibrator back, another shock of pain surged through her as Jonathan brought the crop down. The sting quickly dissipated and Harriet realised that she was close to coming.

  “Oh, please…” she begged, unsure of whether she was begging for the crop or the vibrator.

  “Quiet,” Jonathan snapped and emphasised his words with a sharp slap of the crop.

  The vibrator was back on her again and it quickly brought her to the edge once more, her body shivering with need as her pussy clenched and pulsed. Harriet sobbed as the sweet buzz stopped and the slap of leather resounded through the room. It seemed gentler this time, or maybe she was getting used to it.

  Her bare pussy tingled and stung, but the leather crop only seemed bring her closer to orgasm. Jonathan brought it down against her exposed flesh several more times and she strained against her restraints as a burst of ecstasy flooded through her. He continued to spank at her nub, smacking and rubbing at it as he coaxed her orgasm from her.

  Flopping back as far as she was able, Harriet attempted to gain her breath as his hands came around her and released her wrists from the cuffs. He chuckled as her head flopped against his chest.

  “You did well, Harriet. I am proud of you, my little slut. Not many women could take such a spanking.”

  Her heart warmed at his praise of her. She sighed as he released her legs, gently manoeuvring them back over the chair legs. They tingled as the blood rushed back into them and Jonathan rubbed soothingly at her thighs, massaging the marks that the chair had no doubt left on her skin.

  Coaxing her forwards, he pulled her to her feet but her legs trembled with the aftermath of being tied up and her explosive climax. He caught her as they gave way and he swept her into his arms. She looped her arms gratefully around his neck as she nuzzled into him. Wow! What an amazing man he was. Dominating and commanding, yet sensual and caring.

  The soft satin of the bed sheets enveloped her as he laid her down, propping her up on the thick, luxurious pillows. Harriet blinked as he removed the blindfold and Jonathan’s devilishly handsome face came into focus. He pressed an intense kiss to her lips before standing and moving across the room.

  “Stay there.”

  Harriet giggled. “I don’t think I could do anything else.”

  His lips twitched as he studied her, sprawled out on his bed with her puffy and swollen sex on display. What a slut she must look!

  “I’m not done with you yet,” he promised her. “Are you happy to continue?”

  Harriet swallowed as a frisson ran up her spine. “Oh, yes.”

  Jonathan reached for the champagne and poured them both another glass. “Drink,” he ordered as he handed her the champagne.

  Harriet obliged, draining the glass. The cool bubbles trickled down her throat, easing the dryness in her mouth. When she had finished it, he took the glass from her and placed it on the side.

  Jonathan leaned over her. “Are you ready for more?” Nodding eagerly, Harriet ran her hands over his shoulders, urging him forwards. He indulged her, probing her mouth with his skilful tongue until she was panting with need. “I am going to do whatever I want to you, you understand? Your body is mine. Mine to fuck, mine to beat. I am going to use every inch of you for my pleasure.”

  “Yes, yes,” she agreed quickly.

  “If you want me to stop at any point say…well, considering your name, I think ‘green’ is appropriate.”

  “Yes, green, fine,” she said impatiently as she rubbed her palms anxiously across his chest

  “Good. Now undress me.”

  Yes, please. Harriet grappled with his t-shirt, hauling it enthusiastically from his shoulders to reveal taut, smooth skin. Jesus, he was like a bloody swimwear model. She smoothed her hands over him, enjoying the feel of his hot skin beneath her hands. Skimming over the ripples of his stomach, she battled with the tie of his trousers until it came free. Jonathan pushed down his trousers and underwear in one go and Harriet gasped as his manhood jutted forwards. Bloody hell, he was impressive!

  Curling her hand around him, she felt his cock pulse beneath her fingers and she gave him a squeeze. Jonathan pulled her hand from between them and laid it above her head before doing the same with the other one. Reaching over her, he loosened a cord from the bedpost and wrapped it around one wrist, trying it until it dug into her skin. Doing the same to the other wrist, he tugged at them until her arms spread wide. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing thickened with anticipation.

  With a grin, he dragged his lips down over her breasts, stalking slowly down her body before giving her juncture a quick lick, causing her to jolt. Wrapping his hand around her ankle, he tied it in the same way as her wrists before moving onto her other one, leaving her spread-eagled with her head still propped against the pillow.

  Jonathan stood and admired his handiwork for a moment. “You’re like a fucking offering, I can’t wait to use that sweet little body of yours in every way possible.”

  He opened the chest at the end of the bed and pulled out a large, purple dildo. Did he have sex toys stored everywhere? It had two black straps attached to it and he tore the Velcro apart with a rip.

  He prowled back over her, crawling along her body with a lethal glint in his eye. He pressed his dick briefly against her folds and Harriet pushed her hips up with a moan. Drawing back, he replaced his cock with the vibrator, rotating the cold rubber against her folds.

  With a sudden thrust, he impaled her with it, drawing a strangled gasp from her. Jonathan quickly secured the straps around her thighs, holding the purple monster in place. He clicked it on, eliciting a low moan from her, and left it vibrating slowly inside of her.

  Harriet thought he would kiss her as he moved upwards but instead he kept coming, bringing his dick ever closer to her face. Her lips parted as the scent of his musk teased her and she eyed his thick, swollen shaft greedily.

  “You want a taste, slut?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He eyed her seriously for a moment as his cock loomed in front of her face. “Do you want to please me, Harriet?”

  She nodded avidly, squirming as the rubber dick rolled and pressed against her opening. “Yes, Master.”

  “Then do as I tell you, no more, no less, understand?”

  “Yes, yes.” Just let me taste it.

  “Do not come before me. There will be repercussions if you do. Please your master and then I’ll let you come, yes?”

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bsp; God, she was going to scream if she didn’t get a taste of that throbbing cock soon. “Yes!”

  He moved upwards, settling his knees just beneath her armpits. He didn’t put his weight on her, instead he just held his cock in front of her. Harriet wished she could curl her hands around those tight buttocks and force him forwards but instead he flicked his member over her lips, using her saliva to wet the tip. The taste of salty pre-cum sat on her lips and she licked eagerly at them.

  “Open your mouth… no, too wide… that’s better. I’m going to fuck your face, Harriet.”

  He forced his cock between her lips and Harriet tucked them over her teeth as her tongue stroked at the soft head. She would have smiled smugly if she could. She was great at sucking cock.

  “Keep your tongue down,” he snapped.

  Harriet’s eyes widened but she obeyed, letting her tongue drop back in her mouth as he worked his cock in. Pressing it against the back of her throat, he withdrew just before she could gag and then rammed it back in. She coughed as he thrust again, and he pounded into her, each time coming in faster and harder.

  Jonathan fucked her mouth as if it were a wet, wiling cunt. With her head pressed into the pillow, Harriet couldn’t retreat from the assault of his hard dick in her mouth. And the whole time the vibrator buzzed away carefully, increasing her arousal as he lunged mercilessly. She gagged and retched and she could feel the saliva dripping from her mouth but he always retreated just in time, allowing her to draw in a ragged breath.

  Oh God. The walls of her pussy began to clench. She was going to come. Breathe, Harriet, just breathe. In…out… she concentrated on the tang of his cock and inhaling deeply, but the tingle in her sex continued and Harriet writhed as she began to convulse.

  Do not come before me. There will be repercussions if you do.

  His cock tensed and she could see the tension running through Jonathan’s body. Bastard. He was waiting for her to come first!

  A look at his face enforced the knowledge as she noted his tightly closed his eyes, and he released a groan. The sound of his pleasure was the undoing of her and she came suddenly, giving out a muffled scream as her body went rigid with a blinding release.