The British Bondage Collection

by Bailey, J. A.

  “B-b-but you’re…you’re a ghost!” she managed to squeak out.

  He laughed and then paused as he noted her quivering body. “What are you on about, lass?”

  “Y-you’re dead.” God, he doesn’t even know it. “Aileen said. You died twenty years ago.”

  “You really think you slept with a ghost last night?” His eyes twinkled with amusement but Samantha couldn’t feel anything but pure sadness. Maybe he had unfinished business. She’d have to help him find his way to the afterlife…or something…

  “I think…” He reached out and put a very warm, very real hand over hers. “…that Aileen may have been talking about my father.”

  “Y-your father?”

  “I’m named after him and I bear quite a resemblance to him. He died when I was ten.”

  Samantha sagged against the headboard and buried her head in her hands. “Oh my God.”

  “You really thought I was a ghost?”

  She peeked at him from between her fingers. “No…?”

  “You did, didn’t you?”

  “Well, it was so spooky, and you just turned up out of nowhere, and then you disappeared this morning and…and you were so good in bed…”

  “I was, was I?”

  “Yes,” she said tightly, swatting at his arm. “Oh my God, I am such an idiot.”

  Finn shuffled forwards and drew her into his arms. She relaxed into him, enjoying the warmth of him. How could she ever have thought he was a ghost?

  “You know, I may not be a ghost but it is said that the real ghosts of Inverrock like to try their hand at matchmaking. Maybe they delivered you into my arms.”

  Samantha considered the strange sensations that had urged her into his embrace and nodded. Instead of feeling scared, she could only feel grateful. Maybe ghosts weren’t so bad after all.

  “So…what are you planning for the rest of the day?” he asked as he stroked a thumb across her hand.

  “I don’t know. I think the girls wanted to go out on the loch.”

  “And after that?”

  “We hadn’t decided yet.”

  “Room service?”

  Samantha laughed and tilted her face to his. “Maybe…”

  Finn enveloped her jaw in his hand and coaxed her lips open with his, delving into her mouth with his tongue. “You know I’m a laird, right?” he murmured as he kissed down her neck.

  “And…?” she said with a sigh.

  “Well, that means whoever I marry would become a lady?”

  Samantha grinned and twisted her hand into his hair as he worked his mouth across her collarbone and his hand forged a path up her jumper and over her breasts.

  “And…?”

  “Wouldn’t you like to be a lady?”

  “I’m definitely not a lady,” Samantha said with a laugh.

  “Hmmm,” he said as he tweaked at her hard nipples, “you may be right. But you could be.”

  Samantha kissed him hard as he brought his head up from her chest. “I’ll think about it.”

  The glint in his eye told her that he was determined to make her his lady. And the ghosts of Inverrock obviously wanted it. Samantha grinned to herself. She looked forward to being persuaded. Maybe he would take her over his knee and spank her until she agreed. She couldn’t wait to find out…

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  Other titles by J.A. Bailey

  Breaking Laura

  Hunting Laura

  Georgie of the Jungle

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  Breaking Laura excerpt

  He led her into a room and shut the door. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. Forgetting her position, she wrapped her arms about herself as her skin chilled. The room could have been a dungeon. A classy, luxurious dungeon but a far cry from the hotel-like rooms of the rest of the house.

  No furnishings, no bed. Just a padded bench that looked like it should be used for massages, a frame in the shape of an ‘X’ and plenty of restraints and chains. The soft lighting and beautiful wallpaper belied the sinister look of the apparatus.

  A hand slapped sharply at her bottom and she yelped.

  “I did not tell you to release your hands.” Hunter circled her, his predatory look matching his name. Hunter. Yeah that suited him perfectly. As she went to place her hands back in front of her, he shook his head. “Take off your uniform.”

  Laura hesitated, her stomach rolling as she reached for the straps of the bra.

  “Are you scared?”

  That did it. With a flourish, she yanked down the straps and whipped off her skirt. The rest of the lace garment went the same way and pooled on the floor. Her skin pimpled and her nipples peaked as he swept his harsh dark gaze over her.

  Chin up, she met his stare.

  “Why are you here, Laura?”

  This surprised her. She’d already answered a ton of questions before even signing up for the school. Most of her answers were nonsense. Even her last name had been made up but it didn’t matter if it got her access. She just really hadn’t expected this.

  She hadn’t expected someone like Hunter. His fearsome expression cut her to the core, exposing her.

  “I want to be a better sub, Sir,” she responded, aware her voice shook.

  “Why don’t you do as I ask then?”

  “I-I’m not very good at it, that’s all. I just need practice I think. I will do better, I promise, Sir.”

  His lips twitched, not in amusement but in displeasure, as he regarded her. Did her body have so little effect on him? She had nice breasts and she looked after her figure, keeping it toned and tight. Most men loved her figure. Why didn’t he? And why did that bother her?

  Underneath that stern brow was an attractive man. He just scared her so much that she could only remember that when she wasn’t with him. And under those suits, she reckoned a hot body waited. But even the most attractive of men liked her. It made her feel superior and powerful. In Hunter’s presence, she was aware that he held every bit of power.

  His rough hands came suddenly upon her shoulders, his touch inciting a prickling sensation. He manoeuvred her towards the frame and Laura’s heart rate kicked up as he pressed her against it. Eyes never leaving hers, he took a wrist and shackled it to one corner of the frame. The leather padding pressed into her bare arse as he did the same to her other wrist, his movement surprisingly gentle.

  Her ankles came next and she was bound, spread eagled to the cross. A prickle of sweat beaded across her lip as Hunter eyed her exposed pussy. God help her, the feeling of vulnerability made her cunt twitch. A tiny drip of arousal leaked down her leg and she closed her eyes. What was wrong with her?

  “Does this turn you on?”

  She snapped open her eyes and sucked in a breath. What should she say? It did turn her on but for the life of her, she couldn’t force the truth past her tongue. It was wrong, so wrong to be turned on by things like this. And yet, she knew in playing a sub that it should turn her on. Hunter would think it strange if it didn’t.

  “What turns you on, Laura?”

  Her gaze caught sight of the flogger he now held in his hand. He swept it through his fingers, toying leisurely with it. Fear lodged in her throat.

  “Does a beating turn you on?”

  Laura shook her head frantically.

  He edged closer, running the flogger over her breasts and stomach. “What turns you on, Laura?”

  “I-I don’t know!”

  “What do you want? Tell me and I can make it happen. Every fantasy, every fetish.” His voice was low now, almost seductive, that intimidating growl lost to something sensual that rolled over her and made her sex clench.

  Every fantasy…

  No! She couldn’t. Her wants and desires were perverted. She could never give into them. Her mother’s voice echoed in the back of her mind. Wrong, it’s wrong. Dirty girl.

  “You will tell me, Laura. You may as well tell me now.”

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lamped firmly shut, she whimpered as he teased her flesh with the leather strands. His face came to the side of her cheek, his bristle brushing lightly over her skin as he whispered in her ear, “Why are you here, Laura? What do you want?”

  “I want to be a sub,” she cried quietly. “I just want to be a sub…”

  It was a pathetic response and she could hear the fragility of her voice. Those dark eyes told her he wasn’t happy with her response either.

  “Just safe-word and this will be all over.” His voice came out almost tender. He did want her to safe-word. But why? Had he figured out the real reason she was here?

  But she couldn’t. Speaking her safe-word would mean no graduation and she’d be kicked out of the school. She needed to graduate.

  With a shrug, he drew back the flogger and Laura clenched her eyes shut. She heard the sound first, the faint woosh and slap and then a heat blossomed across the top of her thighs. The fear seemed to have frozen her vocal chords as she opened her mouth to cry out but only a rasping hiss of air came.

  Another woosh and this time the flogger came across her other thigh. The fire seared instantly across her skin and she finally released a scream. Wrenching open her eyes, Laura gasped as she glanced down and saw the red streaks crawling over her pale skin.

  A peek at Hunter sent her stomach twisting. He eyed her coolly but his whole body remained tense and she could see his erection thrusting up against his trousers. This turned him on. She was fucked.

  Laura cringed as he raised the flogger and splayed it across her stomach. The edge of the tassels caught the underside of her breast and she clamped down on her lip as the sting forced tears into her eyes. He barely gave her time to recover before striking her breast fully, sending excruciating pain through her tight nipple.

  “What do want, Laura?” he repeated as he flogged both breasts, one after the other in a rhythmic motion. “What do you fantasise about?”

  The smacking sounds were almost soothing as Hunter struck her efficiently and expertly. Laura tuned into the noise, concentrating on the musical quality of it in an attempt to ignore the burning pain.

  Maybe he picked up on the comfort it brought her as he switched his rhythm, moving to a less predictable motion as he swept the leather over her stomach. She didn’t dare glance down as she knew the sight would probably force her safe-word from her lips.

  The stinging heat consumed every part of her as he worked his way down, sending the leather across her hips before concentrating on the apex of her thighs. Tears streamed freely now. Surely she was in hell? Her clit swelled with each hit as if her body was rebelling against her, trying to make the pain unbearable.

  “You can end all this, Laura,” Hunter prompted hoarsely between whippings. “Just one word.”

  Say it, say it. No, she couldn’t. Red was her word. Not very inventive but she’d heard it was commonly used in BDSM scenarios. It sat on the tip of her tongue as a tassel curled over her distended clit.

  “What do you need?” Smack. “What do you want?” Smack. “Tell me everything and this will be over.”

  A vicious smack landed between her legs, setting fire to her tender cunt as her cream dripped from her.

  “Ok!” she cried as he raised his hand once more.

  Mid-swing, he paused and crossed his arms, waiting.

  “I want to be fucked!” Oh God, where was this coming from? She couldn’t prevent the words spilling from her. “I want to be pinned down and fucked, hard and fast. I want a man to hold me down and ram his cock in me.” She sobbed as the shameful truth of all her fantasies came tumbling out. “I want you to fuck me, Sir. I want your cock in me.”

  She tried to clear the tears from her gaze with a few blinks but she couldn’t make out his expression through the cloudy haze. He still held the flogger, slightly raised and she waited, breath trapped in her chest.

  Laura cried out as he took a sudden step towards her and tore at the restraints. Quickly he freed one wrist then the other, flinging aside the flogger. Ankles released, the next minute he held her tight in his embrace and was kissing her.

  Her arms ended up pinned behind her, held in one wrist as his other hand held the back of her neck while he plundered her mouth. As the shock subsided, Laura found herself kissing him back, eagerly twining her tongue with his. Her tender skin smarted at the rub of his suit but the feel of his cock pushed against her made her forget it all and she thrust her throbbing cunt against it.

  Spun around suddenly, he forced Laura onto the cold leather of the bench. Without preamble, Hunter lunged into her, filling her in one sweep. Her pussy ached with the invasion. It had been so long. But, God, it was good. Her body responded instantly as he covered her with his clothed form, bringing her hands up in front of her and sprawling his large hands across hers.

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