The British Bondage Collection (4 page)

Strolling
back over to him, she straddled him and took his face into her hands. “I don’t
need a contract, Master. I only need you. I am yours and you are mine, aren’t
you?”

“Too
bloody right,” he said with vigour as he kissed her greedily. “I knew I wanted
you from the moment you came for your interview, you dirty little whore you.”
She looked at him in surprise. “Well, you didn’t think I hired you for your
skills, did you?”

Arousal
flooded her pussy immediately and she sighed with contentment. Whatever the
hell it was that was missing, she had found it.

“But
some of those terms still stand,” he muttered between kisses. “Holidays…time
off…and you are
not
remaining in that shitty flat of yours.”

“But I
don’t nee—”

He smacked
her arse, making her gasp and leaving it stinging. “Pleasure and pain remember?
You are going to need those things after all I’ve got planned for you. You’ll
deserve some pleasure. And if I can’t take my slave to the company villa, then
what’s the point in being the boss?”

“Oh,”
she breathed. “Good.” Excitement bubbled up inside of her as his hands stroked
over her body and his mouth claimed hers again. Whatever he had planned for
her, she was more than looking forward to it. He squeezed a nipple between his
fingers and she moaned.

“Oh,
Mr Evans.”

He
swatted sharply at her arse. “Master.”

She
grinned. If he thought that was a deterrent, he had another thing coming.

“Oh,
Mr Evans...”

************

Holly
bit back a squeal as her arms were yanked behind her back and the bouncer
pinned her wrists between two sweaty, meaty hands.

Justin
stepped around her and eyed her with a grin that made her shudder. She wore the
sort of outfit she always wore to work - a shirt and pencil skirt - but as he
looked over her with his lips turned up at one corner, she felt as if she were
naked.

“What’s
the meaning of this?” she demanded as the bouncer dragged her over into a dark
corner of the club.

She
struggled briefly but she was no match for the strong man, whose thick arms
were probably about the same width as her waist.

“Yer
uncle has a job for you,” Justin drawled out in his east London accent.

“Well,
I’m sure he could have told me that.” She wriggled again. “Dammit, let me go,
you bloody perv.”

Justin
laughed at this and reached forwards, tracing a finger over her cheek and down
into the ‘v’ of her shirt. Holly kicked out at him but the huge bouncer tugged
on her arms and she bit down on her lip as the movement wrenched her shoulders.

“Justin,
just tell me what you want,” she said with a sigh.

“It’s
a special job. For a special client.”

“Client?”

“Mmmm,”
he murmured as his fingers followed the waistband of her skirt.

Gritting
her teeth, she stiffened as he forced his hand down to the top of her knickers
and then under the fabric. She fought down the bile in her throat. This wasn’t
the first time Justin had tried something on since she’d started working for
her uncle at the age of eighteen but he’d never forced himself on her. She
closed her eyes and strove to keep her expression blank. He was toying with
her, she was sure of it. If he’d really wanted to harm her, then he’d have done
it long ago.

“What
does he want? Some accounts doing?” she made herself ask as the unwelcome
fingers brushed at the bare skin underneath her knickers.

“No.
Definitely not accounting,” Justin said with a laugh.

Holly
snapped open her eyes. “Just tell me the fuck he wants, Justin.”

“It’s
a club client. He wants a certain type of woman.”

“For
what?”

Justin
laughed again and shook his head as his hand swept mere inches from her pussy.
“What do you think he wants?” He motioned around the club.

Glancing
around the club, taking in the sight of writhing women and half-naked men,
Holly’s body suddenly chilled. The goings-on at her uncle’s BDSM club had long
seemed commonplace to her. She was exposed to it daily as she worked in his
office but it had little bearing on her. This was not her life.

Not
that she had much of a life outside of work thanks to her uncle.

A
women lay bound on the stage, her skin red from a whipping as several men
fucked her and she screamed with pleasure and pain.
She
was nothing like
these women. And she had never been made to service any of the clients. Until
now.

Justin’s
hand closed over her pussy and she stiffened as her heart hammered. She waited
for him to press his disgusting fingers into her but instead he held her bud
between his fingertips.

“I
don’t do that kind of work,” she told him, aware her voice was wavering.

“You
do now.”

“I
won’t
do that kind of work.”

The
pressure on her bud increased and she yelped as he pressed relentlessly. “You’ll
do as you’re told.”

“Has…”
she panted as the pain surged through her cunt. “Has my uncle told you this?”

Justin
smirked. “He’s the one that suggested it.”

Squirming
under the increasing pinch of his fingers, Holly fought down the nausea that
threatened to take over her. “Take me to him,” she demanded hoarsely.

Justin
studied her for a moment, a smirk on his face as he watched her pained
expression before releasing her clit and withdrawing his hand. He grinned and
sniffed at his fingers before tasting them.

“You’re
fucking gorgeous, Holly. It’s a shame you’re a stuck up little slut. We’d be
great together in bed.”

“Over
my dead body,” she snapped as the blood rushed back into her sore pussy.

He
smirked again before nodding to the man holding onto her. He released her arms
and Holly rolled her shoulders in an attempt to ease the ache.

With
Justin leading the way, Holly worked her way through the small tables and
leather couches, all occupied with naked and semi-naked women and men in all
kinds of gear. Some came straight from work and were still in suits, while
others were in full Dom mode and dressed up for the occasion, usually in black
leather or latex. The blue strobe lights and faintly pulsing music all amped up
the sexy vibe of the club.

While
Holly was used to it and she appreciated that those who worked here, enjoyed
what they did, she had never considered that she’d be one of the girls. Some
did it for fun, some did it for money. But they were all willing. She pictured
it sometimes…what it would be like to be tied up and fucked and whipped…She
shuddered. With her limited experience, she knew she was definitely not
submissive material. Was her uncle really going to force her into doing the
same?

Her
uncle sat behind his desk, his portly belly resting against the edge. As a
fetish club owner, he was about as vanilla looking as they came. His comb-over
and sweaty red cheeks all gave him the appearance of a gentle man, involved in
something academic perhaps, but nonetheless his club, SinSity, was one of the
most popular haunts for Doms in London. And most of that was down to the fact
that her uncle was a ruthless businessman.

“Are
you serious?” she asked him bluntly.

He
grinned and pulled off his glasses, setting them on the desk calmly. “Serious
about what, sweetheart?”

“You
want me to…you want me to… you know!”

“Be
with a client.”

“Yes!”
Holly exclaimed as she put her hands on her hips.

“That’s
right.”

“Are
you kidding me? I’m your accountant, nothing more. Get one of your other girls
to do it.”

“Look,
Holly,” he rested his chin on his hands, “this is an important client. Very
rich. We need to keep him happy. And to do that, we need you.”

“This
is ridiculous. First you take over my life, then I have to work for you and now
you expect me to fuck for you?” Holly shook her head, fighting the churning of
her stomach. Her uncle could do as he wanted with her. Her life was in his
hands.

“Yes,
I expect you to fuck for me. You can always refuse. In which case, you know
where the door is.”

Holly
darted a look at the door and then back to her uncle. He watched her calmly
through his cool grey eyes. She longed to throw a punch in his face, storm out
the door and never look back, but where would she go?

After
becoming orphaned at a young age, her uncle had taken her in. Her parents had
been the hippy sort and had little to call their own, so neither did she. She
was completely reliant on him. Slowly but surely, he sapped away every measure
of independence and before she knew it, she was twenty-five, still living in
his house and working for nothing as his accountant in his club.

Where
would she go if she ran? She had no friends, no family, no money. She sighed.
No choice. Unless…

“You
need me…” she tried tentatively.

“What?”
he snapped.

“You
need me, don’t you? I mean, if you want to please this rich client, then you
need me.”

“Holly,
get to the bloody point.”

“I’ll
do it.” She watched as a self-satisfied smile came over his chubby face. “But
only if you give me some money and let me leave.”

Her
uncle’s face went from pale pink to red as his face crinkled with rage. “Leave?
You ungrateful little bitch. Why should you want to leave? I put a roof over
your head and give you work, and you want to leave?”

“How
important is this client?” she persisted, drawing herself tall. She was used to
her uncle’s rants.

He
bristled. “Very important. He’s a bloody billionaire.”

“And
he wants me?”

“He
wants what you can provide, yes.”

“Which
is?”

“He
wants a virgin,” he mumbled.

Holly
laughed. “I’m not a virgin!” Well, only just.

“Not
that kind of virgin,” he said tightly.

“Then
what…? Oh…” she said as realisation sunk in. He wanted an anal virgin. Jesus,
her uncle was a sick fuck. He wanted to pimp out his niece because she was the
only woman in the building who hadn’t done anal. Blowing out a breath, she
secured him with her gaze. “Twenty thousand.”

His
eyes narrowed. “What?”

“Twenty
thousand pounds. I’ll do it for twenty thousand pounds.”

“Twenty—?”
her uncle spluttered.

“Yep.
Come on, it must be worth it. If he’s a billionaire, think about the what’ll
happen if he becomes a repeat customer. I bet he’ll probably spend twenty thou
on champagne alone tonight anyway.”

“Fucks
sake, and you’ll go where?”

Holly
shrugged. “I don’t know. Somewhere, anywhere.”
Away from here.
£20,000
was enough to pay rent for a good while and allow her time to search for a
job.  Was she really going to sell herself for money? She glanced over her
uncle’s sweaty face.
Oh yes, definitely

Stroking
at his chin, he considered her for a moment before lifting his hands in
surrender. “Fine. Ok. Twenty K. But you do it properly, you understand? He has
to come back. Be submissive, be perfect. Do everything he asks. You got a hot
body, so he’ll want you, but he won’t want you if you do anything wrong. This
guy has a reputation for being picky.”

“Good.
Ok.” Holly drew in a deep breath as the hammering in her heart picked up again.
What the hell had she just done?

Motioning
to Justin, her uncle nodded at him. “Get her a sub outfit and take her to him.
He’s in one of the private booths.”

With
a nod, Justin turned to her and leered. “Come on then, Hol, let’s get you
kitted out for yer fuck date.”

Swallowing
the lump in her throat, she followed Justin out, muttering to herself,
twenty
thousand, twenty thousand, twenty thousand.

***

Half
an hour later, Holly was in the club sub uniform. A tight latex dress, with
easy-access zips and an open back. Only strips of latex covered her arse,
keeping the dress on. She had no knickers on and her breasts were pushed up by
the latex until they threatened to spill out of the black material. She had
taken her red hair out of its usual bun and it trailed over one shoulder. A
black choker sat around her neck, a small silver ring thread through it. As she
studied herself in the mirror, she conceded that she looked the perfect sub.
Only the most attractive subs worked at SinSity and it surprised her to realise
that she matched up easily to them.

The
door came open and Justin whistled as he eyed her. She spun around, her cheeks
flaming only to realise the he could still see her arse in the mirror. Clapping
her hands over it, she shifted away from the mirror.

“I
wouldn’t bother. I’ll probably see a lot more of you soon.”

Narrowing
her eyes at him, Holly went to stomp past him but Justin grabbed at her arm,
pulling her to a halt.

“Ah,
ah, ah. You forgot something.”

“What?”
she snapped.

“Hands
behind your back,” he demanded.

Gritting
her teeth, Holly put her hands behind her back and waited as Justin bound her
wrists together. His fingers lingered over her bare buttocks and she fought the
urge to kick back at him. Once she was restrained, he wrapped his hand around
her elbow and led her through the club.

Holly
kept her gaze on the ground, more in an effort to disguise her nervousness
rather than look submissive but she hoped it worked. She just
had
to
please this man. He would be her ticket out of this hellhole. She peeked at the
woman that currently occupied the stage as her screams of pleasure breeched the
thumping music. Holly felt her pussy moisten as she watched a fierce looking
Dom pound his cock into her.
What must it be like
, she wondered,
to
feel that much pleasure?

Her
pulse throbbed in her temple as Justin led her over to one of the private
booths. She doubted she would ever know. She was pretty certain pain did
nothing for her and her one boyfriend had never made her scream. She suspected
her body wasn’t capable of such things.

Drawing
back the curtain, Justin thrust her through it before closing it behind them.
Holly blinked in the dimness but kept her gaze on the black shiny floor. Long,
suit-cladded legs sat casually in front of her and his shoes were almost as
shiny as the floor. Several other sets of male legs sat around the booth but
she could see no other women. Her chest tightened. She was the only one.