The British Bondage Collection (10 page)

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?”

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.

Hot
cum flooded her mouth just as suddenly and Harriet coughed as she gulped it
down. Forcing his erection forwards, Jonathan pressed his seed down her throat
with a growl. She licked and sucked greedily, determined to at least get this
right.

Finally
withdrawing, he wiped his cock against her lips before settling down next to
her. He propped his head up on his hand, and eyed her twitching pussy. The
dildo still pulsed inside of her, the sensation hovering between pure agony and
pure ecstasy.

Taking
pity on her, Jonathan slowly peeled apart the straps and eased it from
her.  A sound of disappointment escaped her mouth but she knew she
couldn’t possibly take another orgasm so soon. He stroked at her cheek
affectionately.

“Ah,
my little whore, you came before your master.”

Harriet
chewed at her lips and nodded slowly, dropping her eyes.

“I
shall have to punish you, you know?” he told her as he released her hands and
feet.

She
nodded again, aware that her sex was already swelling at the thought.

“I’m
glad we met again.”

“Me
too. If only we’d met sooner. I might never have married Will.”

Jonathan
chuckled. “I doubt you would have paid much attention to me. Besides, these
past years have given me some time to learn a few things. I look forward to
trying them all out on you, Harriet.”

“Oh…”

His
hands came around her breast, plucking at her nipples. Harriet groaned as he
brought his head down and raked his teeth over her hard tips.

“Your
husband is a bloody fool,” he murmured against her skin.

“Ex,”
she corrected with a smile.

“Thank
fuck.” Jonathan laughed. “His loss is most definitely my gain.”

His
hand wriggled under her bottom and flipped her over with a squeal. Flattening
his lips to the back of her neck, Harriet gasped as her skin tingled and he
traced the line of her spine to her bottom. His fingers pinched into her arse
cheeks as he placed a sound kiss on each one.

Urging
her hips back, he traced lazy circles over her bottom as it stuck in the air.
Harriet wriggled against his fingers.
Oh, just put them in me!

“Put
your hands between your legs,” he commanded.

Harriet
complied immediately. “Like this?” she asked as she laid her cheek against the
luxurious satin bedding. Both hands now sat between her bent knees and it
pushed her bottom up further as her head was forced down onto the bed.

“Perfect.
Don’t move.”

Harriet
waited as he climbed off the bed, her breaths quickening. She was so exposed,
so open. He could do anything he wanted to her. A trickle of arousal seeped
down her thigh. This was it. This was what she’d always wanted.

The
heat of Jonathan’s body was back again and his cock brushed teasingly across
her leg, painting her skin with pre-cum. She instinctively edged towards it.
Smack!
Jonathan brought the flat of his palm down on her arse with unflinching
power. She yelped at the ferocity of it.

“Don’t.
Move,” he told her firmly.

“Sorry,
Master,” she mumbled.

He
proceeded to secure a strap around her thigh. Harriet desperately wanted to
move her head so she could see what he was doing but somehow she kept her cheek
pressed against the bed. He tied the other end of the strap around her wrist,
securing her it to the top of her thigh. Jonathan did the same with her other
hand and she was completely at his mercy.

“Turn
your head.”

Harriet
obliged and she sucked in a breath as she took in her image in the huge gilded
mirror. Her bottom thrust in the air, her hands shackled between her legs. It
had to be the most erotic sight she had ever seen.

Her
gaze landed on Jonathan and his already rock-hard erection. She licked at her
dry lips as she traced the muscles of his torso all the way down to high tight
arse. Fuck, how did she get so lucky? She would never forget today.

Catching
her eyes, he flashed a grin at her as he smoothed his hands across her arse.
With lightening movement, he brought his hand down on her bottom. She yelped
and watched as a handprint bloomed across her pale skin.

Jonathan
turned his gaze to her arse and Harriet could do nothing other than watch with
wonder as he spanked her, each blow so powerful that it brought tears to her
eyes as her skin burned. She cried out as another blow landed exactly where the
previous one had been and her skin glowed red. Her pussy twitched and convulsed
and she quivered with excitement and fear.

“Thank
your master,” he growled.

“Thank
you,” she whispered hoarsely as another smack cracked across her arse. “Oh
thank you, thank you, thank you,” she cried out as several slaps rained down
one after the other.

He
paused, squeezing at her tender skin. “I’m going to fuck you, Harriet. Hard and
fast and you are going to take every inch of my cock in that tight cunt of
yours. But you mustn’t come until I say so, do you understand?”

“Yes,
Master.”

Harriet
held her breath as the tip of his shaft nudged her soaking lips. He was big,
but she knew she could take him easily. Her pussy was soaking and ready. But
she didn’t know how long she’d be able to hold off her climax. His brutal
spanking had brought her so close to the edge already.

Pinching
her hips, he lunged forwards suddenly, impaling her savagely. The sound of skin
against skin rang in her ears as he withdrew and thrust into her, her body
rocking with each movement. Harriet watched wide-eyed in the mirror, seeing his
cock plunging into her, his taut arse squeezing with every brutal stab.

Her
pussy tightened around him as she took him deep and she clenched her eyes shut.
The sight of him fucking her open cunt was almost too much to bear.

“Open
your eyes,” Jonathan snapped, punctuating his words with a powerful push of his
hips.

She
snapped her eyes open and whimpered as her pussy squeezed again. Slapping her
arse, he drove his rod into her until she hung on the precipice, her sheath
spasming around him. Sweat shone on her skin as she grit her teeth, trying to
hold onto her climax.

With
one last smack to her bottom, she felt his cock twitch and he thrust a finger
in her tight arse, right up to the knuckle.

“Come
now,” he demanded gruffly as his dick convulsed inside of her.

Harriet
screamed as the invasion of her ring combined with the splash of cum against
her walls blew her climax open. She tensed and shuddered as the pleasure
swirled from her cleft and through her body. Jonathan rocked slowly against
her, draining his cock of cum as he wriggled the finger in her tight hole. The
world slowly came into focus as Jonathan withdrew. Harriet trembled as the last
of her orgasm lingered and he eyed her with a grin.

Grinning
hazily back, she wriggled her hands between her legs. “Are you going to release
me? I think my hands have gone numb.”

He
tilted his head and studied her. “No, I don’t think so. I think I’ll leave you
like that for the afternoon. Maybe with a vibrator crammed in your pussy.”

“Jonathan!”
she objected with a smile. She couldn’t deny the fresh flood of arousal that
his words brought forwards.

“Tell
you what, I’ll release you, but only if you agree to one thing…”

“What’s
that?”

“You
consider taking on a permanent position here at Hartslow Hall.”

Harriet
frowned. “What sort of position?”

Jonathan
ran a casual finger over her arse and in between her soaking folds, smirking as
she bucked. “How does ‘slave to the master’
sound?”

She
chewed at her lip. He was gorgeous, commanding, the most amazing fuck ever, but
dare she trust another man again? She’d only wanted a quick fling.

“Well?”
He slapped her arse cheek, the sound reverberating around the room.

“Oh,”
she cried out. Who was she kidding? No one could ever match up to Jonathan now.
She grinned mischievously. “I don’t know, I might need some convincing.”

His
brows lifted and his eyes narrowed as he brought a hand down on her again.
“Well, Harriet, I can be very, very persuasive.”

Harriet
giggled to herself as another harsh smack landed on her bottom. She wouldn’t
tell him quite yet that she was ready to give herself fully to him.
Just a
little more persuading,
she thought with a secretive smile.

*********

The
mist curled off the loch, wrapping Inverrock Castle in a ghostly blanket.
Samantha peered out of the backseat window of the car and grimaced. With its
four grey towers, pointed turrets and dark stone walls, it looked every bit the
haunted castle. She glanced around at her three friends and wondered why she’d
agreed to this. They gaped up in awe at the keep as it sat on the edge of the
loch.

Honestly,
who wanted to spend a weekend being scared? She folded her arms across her
chest and slumped back against the seat as Annie expertly navigated the winding
road towards the keep. Masking a yawn with the back of her hand, she sighed. A
nice relaxing weekend away was what she needed. Some pampering in a spa
perhaps. Then maybe she’d finally be able to sleep through the night.

Lucy
grinned at her. “Isn’t it amazing, Sam? Looks sooo spooky.”

“Yes,”
Samantha agreed. “So spooky.”

“It
will be fun, Sam,” Annie said over her shoulder. “You need to lighten up and
this is the perfect opportunity.”

“Oh
yes,” Samantha said drily, “nothing quite as fun as being scared to death.”

Fran
turned around in her seat and eyed Samantha seriously. “Don’t be daft, there’s
no
real
ghosts. It will just be actors and stuff. You’re not really
scared, are you?”

Samantha
squirmed in her seat. “Not
really
. I could just think of better things
to do than spend my weekend hunting for ghosts in the middle of Scotland.”

“What
like moping around your flat and thinking of David?”

Narrowing
her eyes at Fran, she pursed her lips. “I do not mope. And I don’t care about
David. I was the one that kicked him out, remember?”

Fran
snorted and Samantha braced herself for it. As much as she loved her, you could
always count on Fran to be blunt.

“Only
after he fucked up for the billionth time. You should have given him the boot
long ago, Sam.”

“I
know, I know. It’s not David I miss anyway, it’s—”

“The
sex!” Lucy piped up.

“It
is not the sex! That was never any good to begin with.” Samantha blew out a
breath. Why exactly had she stayed with David for so long? It was hard to
remember now. “It’s going to bed in someone’s arms each night, all safe and
warm.”

“Well,
maybe we’ll find you a sexy Scotsman to keep you warm,” Annie said as they
pulled into the empty carpark in front of the castle.

She
sniffed to herself. It was unlikely she’d find anyone to match her tastes.
David had been appalled when she’d suggested trying new things. She’d tried to
entice him into giving her just a little spanking but he was having none of it.
Surely if you loved your partner, you’d be willing to give something a try?
Guess David had never loved her. Good job he was gone really. But it didn’t
help her desires. At one point, Samantha had even debated joining the local
BDSM club but she’d shrugged that idea off quickly. It was not a spanking from
a stranger that she wanted but one from a man she trusted and respected.

Samantha
peered up at the gloomy windows. Even though it was only mid-afternoon, the sky
was as grey as the stone castle and it felt more like dusk. A shudder trickled
over her spine as she unclipped her belt and stepped out of the car.

Meeting
Annie’s gaze with a raised brow as they all stopped and stared up at the great
stone monster, Samantha shook her head. “I doubt there’s any gorgeous Scotsmen
in there. Not anymore anyway.”

Lucy
giggled and looped her arm through Samantha’s as Annie pulled the suitcases out
of the boot. “Maybe you’ll be lucky and be haunted by a hunky Highlander.”

“Thanks,
Luce, that’s really going to help me sleep tonight.” Not only did she suffer
with insomnia, but her horrible older brother had also pulled several pranks on
her as a child, all of which had been designed to make her as scared as
possible of the dark.

Unhooking
her arm from Lucy’s, she grabbed her suitcase and set it on its wheels. Her
chest became heavy as the four of them approached the large double doors of
Inverrock Castle.
Yeah, just what I need
, she thought with a smirk,
another
reason not to sleep.

The
doors groaned -
of course
- open and a small, plump woman with short
grey hair greeted them. “Welcome, welcome,” she said as she ushered them into
the hall.

Samantha
gazed around, aware her jaw had dropped. The inside of the castle was
rustically beautiful. The walls were still bare stone and iron chandeliers hung
from the ceiling. A dark carved staircase curled around to the next floor.
Animal horns and swords and heraldic crests hung from the walls.

“Wow,”
Lucy breathed.

The
old woman smiled. “Welcome to Inverrock Castle. I’m Aileen and I’ll be looking
after you during your stay.”

Annie
stepped forwards, taking charge as usual. “Hi, I’m Annie, we spoke on the
phone. Thanks for having us, it’s just beautiful.”

Aileen
nodded and grabbed some keys off the reception desk. “We’re keen to see what
you think of our haunted tours. If all goes well, then we’ll be doing them
regularly.”

Samantha
lips twisted. “Well, the setting is right for it.”

Aileen
nodded with a grin. “Yes, and it does help that we do have our own ghosts here
at Inverrock.”

The
smile dropped from her lips and Samantha clutched tightly to her suitcase.
“Oh.”

“Not
to worry,” Aileen reassured her as her eyes twinkled. “They’re very friendly.”

Why
did that not make her feel any better? Bloody Annie. She should never have
agreed to come along. Annie worked for the company that were helping Inverrock
with their publicity and had jumped at the chance to try out their ghost hunt
experience. How the hell Samantha got roped into it too, she couldn’t exactly
remember. She was pretty sure someone mentioned a four-poster bed. With her
insomnia, it was probably the only enticement she needed. It was only when they
had piled into the car, did she remember the part about hunting for ghosts.

“Well,
here’s your room keys.” Aileen distributed them between them. “Just go up the
stairs and turn left. You’re not all together I’m afraid, but you are all in
the east wing. Dinner is at seven and then the tour will start at ten.”

Thanking
Aileen, they all dragged their suitcases up the wide stairs and set out to find
their rooms. The east wing was divided by a long corridor, lined with family
portraits. The squeaking of their suitcase wheels echoed against the wood
panelled walls. Samantha found her room and stopped in front of it. Room
thirteen. She rolled her eyes
. Naturally.

Slotting
the iron key into the heavy oak door, she froze as a strange sound reached her
ears. Her pulse thudding erratically as she listened intently. She jolted.
There it was again, an odd moaning sound.

“Found
it!” Lucy called out from the other end of the corridor as she fumbled with her
keys. “Sam, what’s wrong?”

Straightening,
she shook her head. “Nothing,” she said brightly. “Nothing,” she muttered
again.
Bloody idiot, your imagination is on overdrive
. Damn that Aileen
and her ghost stories. They may be hunting for ghosts tonight but she sure as
hell didn’t want to find any.

Pushing
open the door, Samantha released a breath. A four-poster bed.
Yes!
Hopefully
she’d sleep well in a bed like this. Wheeling her suitcase to one side, she
threw herself down on the bed, and the heavy satin throw and decorative pillow
enveloped her. She stroked over the luxurious fabric and sighed. Once, many
years ago, on a trip to Italy, she’d had a night of mind-blowing sex in a
four-poster bed. Marcello had introduced her to the delights of a firm hand and
some carefully tied restraints. They had messaged back and forth for a while
when she returned to England but life took over and Marcello soon became a
distant memory.

Her
room, unlike the rest of the castle, had a cosy feeling to it, its thick velvet
curtains and dark wood adding warmth to the grey stone. The bed canopy was the
same red material as the curtains and Samantha fought the urge to untie them
and hide away from the world. Why was it that daytime was the only time she
could sleep on her own?

Maybe
Annie was right, maybe she did need to find another man, preferably one like
Marcello. It was not like she’d made any attempts to meet anyone since her
split from David six months ago. Bloody hell, had it really been that long? No
wonder she couldn’t sleep. She sat up abruptly. She needed to get laid.

Next
weekend, she decided. Next weekend, she’d persuade the girls to go out on the
town and she’d find herself a nice man for the night. Laughing at herself, she
climbed off the bed and unzipped her suitcase, flinging her clothes over the
dark chair that occupied one corner of the room. Yeah, right. Samantha had
never done one-night stands and she doubted she was going to start now she was
nearing her thirties. What’s more, she’d never find the dominant man she was
after.

Pausing
to stare out of the window, she conceded the Inverrock loch was beautiful - at
least in an eerie way. Surrounded by mountains and rocks, she imagined on a
sunny day it would be breath-taking.

A
flash of something caught her eye and she pressed her nose against the cold
glass.
Tartan
. She was sure she had just seen the flick of a kilt
rounding the corner of the castle. But Aileen had said they were the only
guests. Maybe it was one of the actors or something.

Another
yawn overtook her and Samantha slumped back down on the bed. They were going to
be up late hunting ghosts so she might as well close her eyes for a bit. Images
of hunky kilted men swam before her eyes as she sunk into slumber.

***

Jolting
upright, Samantha clutched at her chest as her heart raced.

“Sam,”
Lucy called through the door as she bashed at it. “Are you coming?”

Glancing
around, she realised the room was shrouded in darkness. Pushing down that
stupid feeling of someone being behind her as she fumbled for the light switch,
she slipped on her trainers and lifted the latch on the door.

“Come
on, we’ll be late for dinner.”

Looking
Lucy up and down, Samantha glanced at her worn jeans. “Shit, Lucy, I didn’t
realise we were dressing for dinner.”

“Well,
hurry up and dress. I’ll see you downstairs.”

Nodding,
she slammed the door and scurried over to the chair where she’d abandoned her
clothes. Flinging off her jeans and jumper, she grabbed her red dress and
slipped it over her head before smoothing down her hair and slashing some
lipstick across her mouth. Manoeuvring her cleavage into place, she flicked a
look in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction. Not bad for five minutes. The
red set off her blonde hair and pale skin nicely and the tight bust of the
dress emphasised her pert breasts.

A
breeze fluttered between her thighs and she remembered she hadn’t put any
knickers on yet - a habit she’d got into recently when wearing trousers.
Flinging her clothes off the chair, she scowled. She had packed a pair surely?
Wrenching open her suitcase, she shook her head. Obviously not. Oh well, if it
was good enough for a Scotsman, it was good enough for her. Besides, her skirt
was fairly long, brushing just above her knees and it was not like there was
anyone to flash. The girls had seen it all before and probably wouldn’t care
less.

Stepping
into her heels, Samantha hauled open the door and shivered as a cold breeze
flowed over her. The hallway was dimly lit and the shadows moved, though she
couldn’t figure out why. The breeze stopped abruptly and she pulled her door
shut quickly and hastened down the stairs, her heart beating a tattoo in her
chest. God, this place was creepy.

Giggles
emanated from the room to the left of the entrance way and Samantha blew out a
long breath as she found her friends in the dining room, sat at a long dark
wood table.

Lucy
looked her up and down and whistled. “Nice, Sam.”

She
rolled her eyes and seated herself next to Lucy as Fran pushed a bottle of red
across table. Pouring a generous glass, she took in her surroundings. The
ceilings were lower in this room and the chandelier hung close to the table. A
large fireplace sat behind her and it roared audibly with each gust of wind.

“Cheers,
ladies,” Annie said with a smile as she raised her glass.

Everyone
echoed the sentiment, taking large sips of their wine and Samantha felt the
soothing warmth of the alcohol work its way through her. She smiled at her
friends and then at Aileen as she brought in steaming plates of stew. It was
not haute cuisine but it looked delicious. Maybe this weekend wouldn’t be so
bad after all.

***

Full
of wine and good food, Samantha sat back in her chair and patted her stomach.
“God, I’m done in.”

“I
hope not,” Annie said with a grin. “We’ve still got ghosts to hunt down.”

“Don’t
remind me.”