The British Bondage Collection (3 page)

But
then his fingers pressed against her tight puckered ring and she went rigid. Oh
God, not that. She’d tried anal sex a couple of times and hadn’t enjoyed it.
And those guys had smaller cocks than Mr Evans!

She
pushed away from the table but Mr Evans shoved her back down with ease,
pressing one hand to the back of her neck. She struggled against him as his
finger probed her opening.

“Please
don’t, Mr Evans.”

“Master,”
he growled.

“Master,
please. I don’t want to. Your cock’s too big, it will hurt.”

His
mouth came to her ear and he hissed angrily at her. “Do you think I care? You
are mine, Violet. My fuck toy. I’ll do what I want with you, whether you like
it or not.”

Her
pulse pounded and she could feel the prickle of sweat dancing up her spine. He
was right. He had her right where he wanted her and he could do whatever he
wanted. She fought against him again but with her hands bound behind her back,
it was useless.

He
wriggled a finger into her arse and she squealed and grimaced as he forced it
deeper. A second finger joined it and moved carefully in and out.

“How
does that feel?” he asked menacingly, obviously enjoying her discomfort.

“Stop,
please. It hurts.” Violet attempted to slide away from him but he kept a hard
grip on her. “Mr Evans, no!” she added as forcefully as she could as he pressed
back into her stealing the breath from her lungs.

“Be a
good girl,” he said with a lunge of his fingers. “Take my cock in your tight
little hole and I will reward you.”

“I-I
don’t want a reward. I don’t want your cock up my arse!”

“Sweetheart,
you don’t have much choice.”

Violet
felt the heat of his cock near her lips and she screamed as he thrust forwards.
He pushed into her pussy and, for a moment, Violet was struck by the hopeful
notion he had just been teasing. To her dismay, he withdrew his solid erection
and lined it up with her tiny hole.

Fighting
with new vigour, she writhed beneath him but it was no good. The tip of his
slippery dick impaled her ring easily, still open from being finger fucked. She
gasped as it stretched her wide and he let it sit there for a moment.

“Fuck,
that’s tight.”

Mr Evans
edged forwards some more and Violet winced as his hard rod invaded further into
her arse. With one final push, he sank all the way into her, causing her to
shriek. Her arse burnt and she could feel his cock stretching and assaulting
her tight hole.

He withdrew
slowly, almost to the tip and Violet braced herself as he drove back into her.
As her arse loosened around him, he picked up the pace, stabbing at her until
she was crying and pleading with him to stop.

Ignoring
her cries, Mr Evans continued on, fucking her arse as if he was fucking a
soaking pussy. Violet gave up fighting, quickly discovering the more she
fought, the worse it was and she lay limply against the desk and allowed him to
pound into her.

His
breaths became harsh and his cock twitched inside of her. It sent an odd
fission through her body and her cunt pulsed with need. He must have felt it as
he brought one finger to her clit and began stroking carefully at her still
tender cleft.

As he
continued to drive his shaft into her, a flush of pleasure raced underneath her
skin and she tensed and shifted, his fingers causing her pussy to throb and
swell.

“That’s
it, slut,” he urged. “Come for me.”

Playing
deftly with her bud, he brought her to the edge before gripping at her hips and
ploughing into her. She groaned as a shudder racked her and her body tensed as
the pleasure reached its peak, bursting from her abused cunt and arse all
through her.

This
sent Mr Evans over the edge and he came with a muttered curse, filling her arse
with his scorching seed. He pulled away quickly, leaving her arse open and
gaping. She took a moment to gather her breath and then glanced around
hesitantly to see him running a hand over his face.

“Fuck.”
He paced, darting looks at her as she lay limply across his desk. “Fuck, fuck
fuck. It wasn’t meant to be like this.”

Violet
managed to peel herself away from the table and wavered on her feet. Mr Evans
noticed this and coaxed her into his chair. She frowned at this oddly caring
move. In fact, everything that had just happened made her confused. He’d just
fucked her arse when she had distinctly said no. She was not willing, yet
somehow it had been the best orgasm of her life.

“I’ll
get cum on the seat,” she said quietly.

He
waved his hand dismissively and stalked over to the fridge in the corner,
wrenching it open and pulling out a beer and cracking it. He downed some as
Violet observed the bob of his Adam’s apple before holding it out to her. She
drank gratefully, some of it dribbling down her chin as he tilted it for her.

“What’s
wrong?” she asked meekly.

Mr
Evans stopped and stared at her. “
This
was meant to be no more than
fucking, Violet. You were meant to be my slave no more, no less.”

“Am I
not your slave? I mean, I just did everything you wanted.”

He
leant over, placing his hands on the arms of the chair and fixing her with his
intense gaze. “You feel it too. This is more than…than just sex.”

“Damn
right it is, you fucked my arse!” she said indignantly.

“You’re
telling me that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had?”

Her
heart fluttered as his dark eyes bore into hers. After that amazing orgasm, she
was convinced there was no other man for her now. Jesus, he’d taught her more
about herself in the space of an hour than any other man had achieved in many
nights of sex.

Violet
flushed. “Well, I…no, but I…”

“Exactly.”
He dropped onto his knees in front of her and reached around her, loosening the
tie and releasing her hands. She rubbed at her wrists and he took them
carefully into his large hands, caressing the tender skin. “You were meant to
be a good fuck, but you’re bloody more than that, Violet. And now…”

“What?”

“Now I
don’t want to share you.”

“Share
me?” she spluttered. What the fuck did he mean?

“Mr
Harrison should be here shortly.”

“And?”
She blinked. “You mean you were going to share me with him?”

He
nodded grimly.

“But-but
I never agreed to that! I was going to be your slave. I-I want to be your
slave. Yours alone,” she added huskily.

Mr
Evans cupped her chin. “Me too, sweetheart. But you did agree to this, it’s all
in the contract and Mr Harrison is expecting a fuck.”

She
crossed her arms over her bare chest. “Well, tell him he can’t have one.”

“It’s
not that easy. He’s from the head office. He’ll probably fire you and chuck me
out on my arse too.”

“He
can’t do that, surely?”

“He
can do what he wants, Violet, he’s the boss.” He eyed her seriously.  “You
want to be my slave?”

Violet
stared at her hands. She did. For some fucked up reason, she wanted nothing
more than to service him every hour of the day. She wanted him to use and abuse
her body just as he already had. Bloody hell, she was a submissive, just like
she’d read in all those BDSM novels. Who’d have known?

A
smile twitched on her lips and she met his gaze. “Yes.”

Mr
Evan grinned with satisfaction. “Good, because you are one horny little slut
and I have so many more uses for that body. But first, for me, fuck Mr
Harrison. I’ll be here, watching. I’ll look after you.”

She
gulped and hesitated, even though she knew what the answer was. “I’ll do it.”

“Good
girl.” He patted her leg as he stood and drew her to her feet. “Lie across the
desk, he likes that.”

“Should
I clean myself up first?”

He
observed the cum dripping down her legs and shook his head. “No, he’ll like
it.”

Fighting
the urge to smooth down her non-existent clothes, she positioned herself across
the desk, her bottom facing the door. “Like this?”

His
followed her around and his shoe nudged her feet apart. “That’s it,” he said.
“Fuck, I could screw you again so easily. Your holes are so bloody tempting.”

A
knock at the door made her jump and her heartbeat kicked up as she waited,
completely on display for another man.

“Come
in.”

The
door opened but Violet kept her eyes shut, the humiliation burning through her
body.

“Patrick,”
a deep voice greeted sharply. “So this is the one then. You were right, she’s
bloody stunning.”

His
cold hands touched her bottom and she squealed in surprise. He trailed his
fingers up her spine, around the side of her breast and back over her bottom
before tracing her folds.

“A
natural submissive,” he murmured.

Violet
opened her eyes to see Mr Evans watching her intently. She locked her gaze onto
his and it gave her courage. She would do this for her master.

The
rasp of a zipper sounded and the head of Mr Harrison’s erection prodded her
entrance. She tensed as his cold hands grasped her hips and he lunged quickly,
skewering her slick channel easily. No waiting around with this one, she
thought, supressing a silly giggle.

Mr
Harrison fucked her roughly as Mr Evans stared at her with a nebulous look in
his eyes. As he grunted and groaned, Violet couldn’t help but spot the erection
straining at her master’s trousers.
This was turning him on
. The
knowledge emboldened her and sent a rush of gratification down to her pussy.
What she had just been tolerating now turned into enjoyment and she bucked back
into Mr Harrisons thrusts.

“Wild
one you got here, Patrick,” Mr Harrison growled. “Say, do you want some?”

Violet
willed him on with her eyes and he nodded curtly. “Why not?”

She
found herself hauled up by her hair and dragged over to the leather couch that
occupied one side of the office. With a heavy push, Mr Harrison pressed her
over the edge of the arm so her bottom thrust into the air. Barely taking a
moment to let her get used to the position, he plunged back into her, screwing
her with renewed enthusiasm.

Mr
Evans pulled out his hard shaft and settled onto the couch, bringing his cock
up to her mouth. Violet took it gratefully and sucked greedily as Mr Harrison
pushed her head down onto him. His cock hit the back of her throat and she
gagged but a glance at her master’s face encouraged her, and she continued to
take him as far back as she could.

As Mr
Evans’ face contorted with pleasure, so did her pussy and Mr Harrison drove
himself into her with increasing speed. With a moan, he spilled into her, the
feel of his cum against her walls triggering her own climax. She groaned around
Mr Evans’ cock as her cunt twitched.

Finally
pulling out from her, Mr Harrison zipped himself up and patted at her bottom.
“She’s a good girl this one. I’ll leave you to it, Patrick.”

And
with that, he left them. Neither of them took much notice, too absorbed in
their own world, Violet intent on giving her new master as much pleasure as
possible. A low groan arose from his chest and he gripped at her head as he
prodded the back of her throat. His hips came away from the couch as his shaft
went tense before exploding into her mouth. She swallowed the salty cum down,
all thoughts of her dislike of it gone. Instead, she ate it up as if it were a
delicacy and then licked his cock clean like she had read about in erotica
books.

Mr
Evans stroked at her hair as she finished, eyeing her with a grin. She met his
gaze and offered him a timid smile.

“Thank
you,” he said.

“I did
it for you.”

“You’re
a good girl. A good slave.” He came to sitting and dragged her into his lap,
playing absently with her nipples. “It was hot to watch you being fucked by
someone else, but you won’t be doing that again. Once is enough. From now on,
the only cock going up that cunt is mine.”

Violet
nodded eagerly, a warmth settling into her chest at his words.

“He
won’t want to fuck me again?”

“I’ll
just tell him you wanted out and worked your weeks’ notice.” He stroked a thumb
across her nose. “So you’ll be my whore permanently?”

“I
said I would, didn’t I?”

“You’ll
still get all the perks.”

“I
don’t need any perks.” It was funny how a holiday in the Canaries had lost all
its appeal, especially if it wasn’t with her master.

Standing
suddenly, she sauntered over to the desk, knowing his eyes would be glued on
the sway of her arse. She grabbed the contract and swivelled around to face
him. He eyed her warily.

“You
can consider this contract void, Master,” she said with a grin as she tore it
in two and flung it in the bin.

“What
the fuck?”