The British Bondage Collection (2 page)

She
nodded furiously as he continued to caress her hard nipples. A bit of pain,
right? How bad could it be? She
could
do this.

A hand
curled into her glossy brown hair and yanked her to her feet. She screamed as
he whirled her around, her scalp burning. Releasing her hair, Mr Evans stepped
back and ran his gaze over her.

“Show
me your pussy.” She hesitated for a moment and he gripped at her chin, forcing
her frightened gaze to his sinister one. “Show me your pussy.”

“Y-Yes.”

“Master.”

“Yes,
Master.”

Sliding
her skirt up her legs, she revealed her slippery sex to him, still exposed
after she’d been unable to adjust her knickers. Mr Evans’ eyes alighted on her
folds and a small smile twitched on his lips.

“Nice.”
He stroked at the tiny strip of hair above her lips. “But this will have to go.
I don’t want anything between us when we fuck. Be sure to wax before next
time.”

God,
now he was telling her how to groom herself? The rebellious side of her warred
with the silly, whimpering part of her that simpered and sighed at his brusque
words. But then his fingers probed beneath her folds and she forgot what had
her so riled.

Circling
at her clit, much as she had when she’d masturbated, his other hand came to the
zip of her dress and drew it down. Violet exhaled as the tight fabric released
her squashed breasts. He took his hand away from her sex for just a moment as
he pulled the dress from her, coaxing her to step out of it.

With
one swift movement, he tore her underwear from her, leaving her entirely exposed
in nothing other than her heels. Violet couldn’t help but slap her hands across
herself in shock. Though hardly modest normally, standing naked in his office
with him still in his shirt and trousers left her feeling acutely exposed.

Growling,
Mr Evans grabbed her hands and tore them away from her. “Never hide yourself
from me. Never.”

To
ensure she understood the consequences, he brought his hand back to her cunt,
squeezing her clit between her fingers until she whimpered and tried to wriggle
from his gasp.

“This
is my cunt now, to do with as I wish. I don’t care if you’re embarrassed or
uncomfortable. This is about what I want, do you understand?”

“Yes,
yes,” she squealed as her clit burned under his fingers.

“Yes,
what?”

“Yes,
Master. Please…” she begged, tears pricking in her eyes.

He
released her nub and Violet sagged against him as the blood rushed back into
her pussy, creating an odd ache.

“Pleasure
and pain, remember?”

Tucking
her bottom lip between her teeth, Violet gave a tiny nod. Her skin prickled in
anticipation as his hand came back to her cunt and thread its way through her
soaking folds. With a sudden thrust, he plunged two fingers into her as his
other hand curled possessively around the back of her neck. Mr Evans worked his
fingers in and out of her vigorously, making her legs shake. Just as she
thought she might come, he withdrew his hand and pinched roughly at her cunt
again.

Covering
her cry with his mouth, he tasted greedily at her and the pain faded as the
heat of his tongue invaded her mouth. She clung to his shoulders, savouring his
kiss even as his fingers remained firmly on her clit. He kissed her like a man
possessed, murmuring her name. Did he need her as much as she needed him?

And
then he pushed back into her slick heat and she exploded against the heel of
his hand as he pressed forcefully against her abused sex. Shuddering and
bucking, her climax continued as Mr Evans toyed with her nub.

Before
she was aware what was happening, Mr Evans had drawn her up against him and
hefted her legs around his hips. He must have unzipped himself as his hot cock
pressed against her. Without ceremony, he carried her to the window and pressed
her bare back against the cold glass, drawing a gasp from her. Just as swiftly,
he impaled her onto his rock hard erection, easily invading her soaking sheath.

A
feral rumble emanated from Mr Evans as he ploughed into her, hardly giving her
a moment to adjust to the size of him in her. She cried out as he pounded her
against the window, giving her little choice but to hold on and take it.

“That’s
it, little slut, take it deep.”

Barely
recovered from her last orgasm, Violet was astonished to feel another one
building already. Fuck, who was this man? And why was his brutal treatment of
her such a turn on?

The glass
shuddered behind her as he thrust again and again, his fat dick gliding into
her heat with ease.

“Oh
God, Master,” she breathed as her cunt convulsed around him. She clenched her
eyes shut as the pleasure rolled through her, more powerful than anything she’d
ever experienced before.

With a
grunt, Mr Evans pulled himself from her and dropped her to the ground. “On your
knees,” he snapped.

Still
dazed, Violet obeyed unthinkingly.

“Open
your mouth.” Mr Evans fisted his cock over her, closing his eyes and releasing
a low moan as his jizz spurted out, splattering into her open mouth and
dripping onto her chest.

Mr
Evans smirked at her shocked expression as she gulped down what cum had landed
in her mouth. She resisted the temptation to wrinkle her nose. She’d never
liked the taste of cum but she doubted very much he would care.

“Stand
up.”

Violet
came to her feet, her weak legs juddering beneath her. She clasped her hands
behind her and held her breath as she waited for her next order. Bloody hell,
he’d turned her into a sub already. She just hoped he had more use for her.
After that mind-blowing climax, all she wanted was more. Apparently it was Mr
Evans that was missing from her sex life.

His
hard gaze trailed over her, eyeing the white cream on her chest with a look of
satisfaction. “Sit on the desk.”

Eager
to obey, Violet scurried over and perched herself on the desk facing the
window. As she stared out at the dark evening, she wondered vaguely if anyone
had seen them, if anyone could see her now. A glance at Mr Evans’ slightly
swollen cock assured her that she didn’t care.

“Spread
your legs.”

Violet
parted her thighs and fixed a carefully seductive expression onto her face. His
cock twitched but he didn’t look amused and he tucked it back into his suit trousers
and zipped them up. Sitting down in his leather office chair, he slid towards
her and yanked open a draw. Pulling out an odd shaped plastic object with
straps attached to it, he smirked as her forehead furrowed in confusion. What
was he doing?

“This
is a vibrator, Violet. I’m sure you’re familiar with them. I bet you’ve rammed
a vibrator up that tight cunt more than once.”

“Yes,
but not like that. That’s not meant to go…up me, is it?”

He
laughed. “No, you’re right, this is just for your clit.”

Slipping
one strap over her high heel, he then did the same with the other and drew it
all the way to her juncture. The rubber of the vibrator was shaped perfectly to
settle against her clit.

Pulling
out a black box with a flourish, Mr Evans grinned as he pressed his thumb
against it.

Violet
let out a startled cry as the vibrator sprang to life, instantly stimulating
her pussy. As quickly as it had started, with a flick of his thumb, it stopped
and she sagged.

He
stood, loosening his tie and drawing it from his collar. “Put your hands behind
your back.”

Violet
stiffened, He wanted to tie her up. She’d be entirely at his mercy.

A
sharp slap to her thigh had her obeying immediately and he promptly bound her
hands behind her back with his tie, yanking tightly on it so that the silk held
her wrists firm. She gave an experimental tug and realised there would be no
escape. Violet snorted to herself. Twisted man that he was, he was probably an
expert in knots.

Settling
back into his chair, Mr Evans pushed her to one side, her bottom squeaking
across the glass, and reached across for some papers that sat on his desk.
Clicking the end of a pen, he bent his head and scribbled away at something,
his brow creased in thought.

Darting
her gaze from him to the vibrator, Violet fidgeted. “M-Mr Evans?”

Slap.
She
cried out as his hand swatted at the inside of her thigh. A bright red
handprint immediately bloomed on her pale skin and she bit her lip to control
her whimper.

Recognising
he wanted her silent, Violet sat and waited, the only sounds the scratching of
his pen and their breaths. He glanced up at her once before turning his
attention back to his papers. She may have sat there for a mere ten minutes but
it felt longer and she shivered as her body cooled under the air conditioning.

Abruptly
the vibrator came to life, buzzing incessantly against her cunt. She released a
groan and bucked as it tickled against her sensitive bud, the vibrations so
powerful that it immediately made her sex twitch and quiver. With no escape
from the pulsations, she writhed on top of his desk.

Mr
Evans paid her no attention and continued with his work even as she flopped
back, her hips rolling with each vibration. Her hands were trapped
uncomfortably beneath her but she was past caring as an orgasm thundered
through her.

The
noise of the vibrator changed to a high-pitched whirr.

“Fuck!”
she cried. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

The
sensation of the wildly vibrating rubber was now becoming painful but still her
pussy pulsed and twitched. She rolled across his desk in an attempt to wriggle
away from it but there was no release and tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

“Please,”
she implored Mr Evans. “Please, Master, please,” she sobbed.

Her
cleft was a fiery ball of agony as the vibrator continued its unrelenting torture.
Mr Evans flicked a cold look towards her as he tapped the end of his pen
against his chin and then turned his attention back to his work. The awful
scalding pleasure built and built and she curled up, weeping as it reached its
peak.

And
stopped.

A sob
bubbled out of her throat and she flopped, her breaths coming hard and fast. Mr
Evans’ hands came upon her thighs and she flinched.

“Hush.
Be still.”

Violet
whimpered as he peeled the straps down her thighs and air swept over her
swollen cunt. Shushing and whispering soothing words to her, Mr Evans coaxed
her to sitting.

“Stop
snivelling,” he ordered gruffly as he brushed a rough hand over her cheek.
“Pleasure and pain,” he reminded her.

Sliding
her towards the edge of the desk, he drew his chair forwards and settled
between her legs.

“Oh,
please don’t.” Violet didn’t think she could possibly take anything more.

He
gave her a stern look. “I want to taste you.”

Mr
Evans dipped his tongue against her raw pussy with surprising tenderness,
sweeping over it as if trying to soothe the pain. His licked and suckled gently
at her, tasting her with appreciation. The heat of his mouth soon overcame the
tenderness of her pussy and she felt the faint throb of a gentle pleasure
building, entirely unlike the sharp orgasms the vibrator had given her. It
built slowly as his tongue probed and stroked at her, hitting her unexpectedly,
a long and slow and deliciously satisfying climax.

As he
came away from her, her scent filled the air and Violet gave him a shaky smile.
“Oh, thank you, M-Master,” she added hastily.

“You
are learning, Violet.” He swept a hand over his chin and licked at his fingers.
“You taste bloody delicious.” Grabbing her thighs, he slid her unresisting body
off the desk and rewarded her with a deep, consuming kiss.

Breaking
away unexpectedly, he set her abruptly away from him and scowled. Had she done
something wrong? Had she made him angry? More than anything, she wanted him to
kiss her again. Violet didn’t understand why after his treatment of her but she
felt connected to him. Some innate part of her called for him to possess her
entirely.

“You’re
a dangerous creature, Violet, and too beguiling for your own good,” he told her
harshly. “This is fucking, nothing more. Remember that.”

Surprised
by his sudden gruffness, she tilted her head and studied him. He felt it too,
she realised and he was scared. The thought of her dark, daunting boss
frightened by her brought a smile to her lips.

His
eyes narrowed and he snatched at the top of her arm, spinning her around and
slamming her bare breasts against the cold glass of the table. She gasped as he
pressed hard into her before pulling away. The rasp of his zipper sounded and
heat coiled in her stomach. Yes, yes, yes, she wanted that cock in her again.

Shivering
with anticipation as his hand dipped into her damp folds, she laid her cheek
against the glass, patiently awaiting her master. Her master? Fuck, she was in
deep now.