The British Bondage Collection by J.A. Bailey Page A

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and thighs before getting down onto her knees and paying special attention to
his cock and balls, working the soap into them until his length was as rigid as
it could be.
    She stared up at him as the shower splashed
over their bodies, dripping over her face and hair. She didn’t care. As he
looked down on her, it was as if nothing else mattered. Not even her uncle and
her shitty life.
    Keen to feel more of his solid shaft, she
worked more lather over it until he hauled her to her feet. “You keep doing
that and I won’t last long enough to sink my cock into you again.”
    “S-sorry.”
    “Don’t be, Holly. Don’t ever be sorry for
servicing your master.”
    Your master? Did he feel it too? Or was she
just a quick fuck in a line of many, many others?
    She gave him a gentle smile. “Ok, Daniel.”
    Abruptly he shoved her back against the tiles,
pinning her there with a hand on her soapy cunt. His fingers worked quickly to
make her bud swell and within seconds, she was gasping and scrabbling for
purchase against the tiles.
    “Is your pussy sore?”
    Holly nodded. “Y-yes,” she managed to grind out
during breaths.
    “Shall I make you come?”
    “Oh, yes. Yes, please.”
    “Good.” His thumb circled her sore clit roughly
as two fingers plunged suddenly into her swollen and delicate heat. He curled
them round, working at her G-spot as the rough pad of his thumb worked brutally
at her nub, the soap doing little to smooth the sensation. “You’re amazing when
you come,” he added.
    Holly gripped onto his shoulders as her legs
threatened to collapse and his determined hand brought her to the brink, the
tenderness of her sex mingling with the pure bliss that his fingers sent
through her. He observed as the flush shimmered through her body and she
somehow managed to keep her gaze on his, aware this was what he liked. Her
mouth fell open in a silent ‘Oh’ as she crested, the climax stealing her breath
entirely.
    He tapped at her clit with his thumb until she
was entirely spent and her over-sensitive bud flinched under his touch.
Mercifully, he released her and rewarded her with another kiss before opening
the shower door and helping her out.
    Wrapping a fluffy towel around her, he tugged
one over his hips and then turned his attention to drying her. He rubbed
thoroughly at every inch of her until her skin prickled and then he patted damp
her hair.
    Holly frowned. “Shouldn’t I be doing this for
you, Daniel?”
    He shook his head with a lopsided grin that
made her heart skip. “No. It’s my duty to look after you, just as much as it is
yours to look after your master.”
    There it was again. Your master. Her
body softened into him, as if mirroring the softening of her heart. No one had
ever looked after her. Not even her hippy parents. How nice it was to be taken
care of for a change.
    When he was satisfied she was dried, he led her
over to the bed and pressed her down onto it. Daniel tugged at her nipples
until they were as tight as possible before spreading apart her legs and eyeing
her swollen cunt. He swept a finger over it as he admired it and she flinched.
It was so sore, so inflamed, but in spite of this, a fresh surge of arousal
trickled out at his touch.
    “Raise your legs,” he ordered as he pushed her
legs back, “and hold onto them.”
    Drawing in a shaky breath, Holly nodded and
hooked her hand under her knees, drawing her legs back and displaying herself
for him. He collected up her cream and drew it down over her puckered hole as
it flexed under his touch.
    Chewing her lip, Holly watched nervously. It
was easy to imagine submitting her virgin hole to him when in the throes of
pleasure but now…now she couldn’t see how she could possibly fit that rock hard
cock in there.
    He pressed and teased at her hole, coming up
every now and then to draw more of her juices down and then finally a finger
slid in. Holly gasped as he sank his thick finger in past the knuckle and her
hole clenched