The British Bondage Collection (5 page)

Justin
gave her a little push forwards and she stood meekly as the thud of the music
echoed in time with her heartbeat.

“What’s
your name?” said a deep voice that reverberated through her body.

Startled
by his question, Holly brought her gaze up and gasped. The man’s short blonde
hair was carefully styled and set off the deep tan of his skin, and his blue
eyes stood out even in the dim light of the club. He had to be the sexiest man
she’d ever seen.

Blinking,
she realised he was still waiting for an answer. “H-Holly, Sir,” she answered
before lowering her head once more.

“Look
at me, Holly,” he demanded lightly.

Bringing
her head up cautiously, she felt her stomach twist as his blue eyes trailed
over her face and down her body.

“You’re
very beautiful,” he told her with a smile.

Gulping,
she nodded slowly, not trusting her voice to work. He was entirely unlike she’d
expected. She thought he’d be like the other Doms, commanding and fierce but there
was a gently dominant air about him. His intense stare made her knees wobble.

“Come
here, Holly.” He held out a hand.

Edging
forwards, she came to stand in front of him, her heart racheting as a large
hand came upon her hip. He coaxed her around until her arse was directly in
front of his face. She heard some murmurs of approval but the man didn’t say
anything as he followed the strips of latex across her cheeks. He traced
underneath each buttock, his finger dancing agonisingly close to her pussy.
She’d been worried about being dry for him, but his warm hands sent a flood of
arousal to her sex.

His
finger finally swept softly over her wet heat and she fought the urge to buck
against him. A hand came upon her back and urged her to bend over. Holly
obliged, holding a breath. Justin ogled her, ruining the moment and she closed
her eyes and concentrated on the man’s fingers as they spread her folds,
pulling back her hood and brushing over her clit. It pulsed and she trembled slightly.

He
plunged his finger suddenly into her cunt and she bit at her lip as her sheath
clamped down on it. He withdrew far too quickly for her liking and the hand
came back onto her hip, urging her to straighten and turn back to face him.

“Do
you like being a sub, Holly?”

Glancing
warily at Justin, she nodded. “Y-yes, Sir.”

“What
do you like about it?”

Holly
chewed at her lip. God, what was this? An inquisition? She racked her brain in
search of the right answer. She’d been around enough subs to know what it was
they loved, surely?

“Um…I-I
like pleasing my master, Sir.”

His
expression didn’t change, the same warm smile remained and she couldn’t tell if
he was pleased with her answer or not.

“Do
you like pain?”

“If
my master does, Sir,” she answered with a little more confidence this time.
She’d heard one of the women saying the same thing before.

He
nodded slowly and his grin expanded. “Get on your knees, Holly.”

Holly
obliged, coming quickly to her knees, trying not to wince as she struggled to
edge down carefully with her hands bound behind her back. Shuffling forwards,
she kneeled in front of him, waiting.

A
hand came to her cheek and she fought the urge to burrow into the odd comfort
it offered. God, she’s never been so confused. She’d expected to be scared, not
comforted by the man that wanted to dominate her.

“Are
you a new sub?” he asked and then held up his hand as she opened her mouth to
answer. “And the truth please. I expect total honesty from my subs.”

Holly
paused, debating whether to tell him the truth. She was a terrible liar. “I’m a
new sub, Sir,” she confirmed. It was partially true, at least.

The
man’s lips tilted and Holly was struck by the need to feel them upon her skin.
His thumb swept over her own parted lips and she wondered if he was thinking
the same. A cough sounded from somewhere and Holly suddenly remembered they
weren’t alone.

“Thank
you for your honesty.”

Her
lips curved upwards tentatively and he leant over and pressed a butterfly-like
kiss to her mouth, as if rewarding her.

He
broke the gentle kiss all too soon and leant back, his hand coming to his
trousers. Unbuttoning them, the sound of his zip rasped through the air and her
eyes widened as he freed his cock from his briefs.

“Show
me what you can do, Holly.”

She
gaped at the big dick in front of her, overtaken by the need to taste it. The
music and the people surrounding her all seemed to dissolve into the background
and there was only her and this gorgeous man.

Bending
forwards, she licked gingerly at his velvety head. The tang of his cock sent a
pulse of need to her pussy and Holly marvelled at the strange sensation. As his
fingers delved into her hair and urged her down, she parted her lips and took
him into her mouth, relishing his hardness against her tongue.

He
pressed her further down , making her gag before dragging her up and repeating
the movement. He did it again and again, each time bringing her down with more
force. Holly became lost in the rhythm, his male groans spurring her on to do
better each time, to take him further and harder with each thrust. His cock
tensed in her mouth and she squealed in surprise as he pressed her down and
filled her mouth with his hot cum. She struggled to swallow it all but she
gulped down what she could, aware that her future all depended on this one
blowjob.

With
a few jerky movements, he emptied himself completely and Holly licked at his
cock, grimacing as she spied cum on his trousers. She knew enough about Doms to
realise that that was definitely a punishable offence.

She
drew her head up and bit at her lip as she awaited his verdict. He tucked
himself back in and eyed her with a veiled expression, the gentle smile still
playing on his lips.

“You
need work,” he told her and Holly’s heart sank, “but you’re keen to please and
I love that you blush when I praise you. It’s very charming.”

Holly
tried to prevent the smile that expanded across her face, aware she was
probably beaming like a fool but she couldn’t help it. And a pang of
realisation struck her - this was no longer just about her chance at freedom,
it was about spending more time with this man. She was willing to bet she’d put
up with an awful lot to just have a couple more hours with him.

“Thank
you, Sir,” she breathed.

“My
name is Daniel.”

“Oh.”

“You
may call me by my name, Holly,” he said with a chuckle.

“Oh.”
She blinked. “I mean, thank you, Daniel.” He sure was the most unusual Dom
she’d ever met.

He
nodded to someone behind her and Justin hauled her to her feet.

“Take
Holly to my room,” Daniel said to Justin.

She
stole a quick glance at Daniel as Justin led her away and a bright bubble of
hope arose in her chest as his bright eyes followed her progress. Maybe, just
maybe, her first session as a sub wouldn’t be as bad as she’d thought.

***

Justin unlocked the door to the Penthouse
Playroom. Holly had been in the room before while working for her uncle, but
tonight it was different. Tonight, the hook hanging from the ceiling and the
x-frame and the sex swing and the wall restraints all bore down upon her with
an ominous quality.

The room screamed sex with its low lightning
and expensive décor. Pricey erotic prints and luxurious designer bedding
completed the effect. Her uncle had a rich clientele and only the best would do
for them.

Her stomach knotted as Justin shoved her
towards the centre of the room, positioning her under the large metal hook. 
“That was quite a show you put on there,” Justin sneered.

“Whatever, Justin,” she said dismissively.
“Where do you want me?”

He laughed. “I
want
you on my cock. But
yer uncle will have my head if I fuck you before Mr Armstrong has had his
turn.” He came around behind her and took the restraints off her wrist. “Maybe
later, eh, darling?”

“No way. As soon as this is over, I’m out of
here. I wouldn’t sleep with you for anything.”

“But you’ll sleep with this guy for twenty K?”
Justin strolled casually away as she rubbed at her wrists and watched as he yanked
some restraints out of the chest at the end of the bed.

Holly drew her chin up. “If it gets me out of
here, yes.”

“Face it, Hol, yer whoring yourself out. Don’t
put on the high and mighty act, ‘cause it don’t work.”

“Shut up,” she muttered as he grasped her
wrists and put them above her head. But he was right, wasn’t he? So why did the
thought of being Daniel’s whore excite her so much? She could already feel the
dampness gathering between her thighs, mingling with the confusing concoction
of fear and excitement.

He wrapped the restraints around her wrists and
slid them over the hook, giving it a tug before stepping back and admiring his
work. He rubbed at his chin and then stepped forwards, yanking down the zip at
the front of her dress as she gasped.

Tilting his head, he studied her again, his
gaze lingering on her partially revealed breasts. He skimmed a finger quickly
over her cleavage and she jumped back, her wrists jerking against the
restraints.

“Ah, Hol, what I wouldn’t give to be in the
room when he breaks you.”

The knot in her stomach tightened as she
considered his words before glancing up at the hook that she hung from. What
had she let herself in for?

“Well, have fun!” Justin flashed her a grin,
flicking a finger under her chin before leaving the room and shutting the door.

Sweat prickled over Holly’s neck as she
attempted to control her breathing. Had Justin been right when he said Daniel
would break her? Was that calm, friendly attitude just a façade to knock down
her resistance? The image of his bright blue eyes lingered in her memory and
her breathing eased. He’d wanted her to be upfront with him and he’d been
pleased with her honesty. Well, almost honesty. He didn’t need to know all the
sordid details of her depressing life. But she was sure she could trust him.

Her heart skipped as she heard footsteps
outside. She strained to listen but when no one came through the door, she
relaxed against her restraints. Abruptly, the door slammed open and Daniel
stepped swiftly into the room.

Shutting the door gently behind him, he turned
to face her, his gaze tracing every inch of her with leisure. Holly felt her
pussy twitch and swell in response and she struggled to breathe as he shrugged
off his suit jacket and laid it over a chair. He rolled his neck and she
watched the muscles undulate beneath his shirt.

Yanking off his tie, he laid it over his jacket
and popped open a few buttons, revealing a hint of tanned skin. Holly’s body
tightened with longing.

“I’m glad I came here,” he told her as he moved
over to her. “I’m glad I found you.”

A glow alighted in her heart and as much as she
tried to quash it, it spread throughout her. His expression became serious
suddenly as he stopped in front of her. Holly wrestled the impulse to chuck
herself against the restraints and into his arms.

“I expect full obedience, and total honesty. If
you have any doubts, then you need to tell me now and I’ll release you.”

Doubts? Did she have any doubts? Hell, of
course she did. She doubted she could live up to his expectations. She doubted
she could tolerate any pain. She doubted she could offer him complete honesty.
He would probably turn her away if he knew the full truth and then she would
never be free of her uncle’s grasp.

But then he skimmed his lips over her cheek and
across her jaw and she couldn’t quite remember what those doubts were. His
mouth finally claimed hers and, this time, his tongue probed her mouth and she
sighed as their tongues touched, his hot lips sending a thrill down her spine.

“So,” he said as he stepped back, “any doubts?
Anything at all?”

She shook her head dumbly.

“Good,” he murmured as his fingers pressed
beneath the latex and met her rock hard nipples. He plucked at them, making
them impossibly stiff before tracing the curve of her breasts. She sighed as
his hand clasped around one.

Daniel unexpectedly yanked down the zip of her
dress, leaving it just above the juncture of her thighs. She couldn’t tell if
it was to tease her or him, but it certainly worked to torment her as she
bucked towards his fingers.  He slipped the latex from her breasts and palmed
them before bringing his mouth down on hers.

And while his hands worked roughly, his mouth
was gentle, casually parting her lips and slipping his tongue in to meet her
tentative one. He tasted of scotch and warmth and Holly whimpered. Once she
fell into rhythm with him, he pressed the kiss harder and she struggled to
support herself as her knees buckled and her wrists rubbed against her
restraints.