The British Bondage Collection (9 page)

“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 just 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.