Bondage Hotel

Chapter One “Would you care to order now, Sir?” Miles Hetherington looked up from his newspaper as the soft Scottish lilt broke into his thoughts and found himself gazing at a mass of reddish gold hair framing a pretty heart-shaped face containing two wide, innocent green eyes, a neat, pert nose and a pair of full pink lips that just seemed to cry out to be crushed under a strong man’s kiss. He knew at once that he had not seen the girl before...he would most definitely have remembered her...and wondered who she was and where she had been hiding herself. “Sir? May I take your order, please?” the girl smiled attractively and Miles felt a stirring in his groin as he thought that there were several orders he would like to make her take. “Yes, of course, my dear,” and he listed the dishes he wanted for dinner. As the girl wrote them down in her little book, Miles let his eyes roam discreetly over her body in its crisp black and white waitress outfit, his mind automatically estimating her height and weight and clothing size...a size 12 he thought, but carrying a couple of pounds of excess weight. Nothing that a little strenuous exercise couldn’t work off. “I haven’t seen you before tonight, have I?” “No, Sir. It was my day off yesterday.” “Ah, that explains it. So you are...?” “Hazel, Sir. Hazel McIndoe. And you’re Mr. Hetherington. From .” “Quite right, Hazel,” Miles smiled lazily. “You’re very well informed.” The girl giggled. “Mr. MacAllister, the owner of the hotel, says I should always know guests’ names. He thinks you get bigger tips that way.” Miles nodded, “He’s quite right. I tell my staff the same thing.” “Do you own a hotel then, Sir?” “I run one, just outside .” The girl sighed wistfully, the corners of her lips turning down. “I wish I was in . I like the job here fine, but there’s nothing to do after work. No fun, if you see what I mean.” “Well, maybe you should resign and come South,” Miles suggested, his brain working busily. “After all, it’s not that far. You’d only be a few hours away from your family and friends.” “Oh, it’s not that,” Hazel frowned. “I’ve got no-one to stay here for. It’s just that I have a steady job here and I don’t know how easy it would be to find another one down there.” Miles saw his chance and baited his line. “Well,” he said casually, as if he attached absolutely no importance to the subject. “I have a lot of friends in the catering business and I’m sure one of them would be in the market for a well trained waitress. If you’re interested, take my card. The number’s on it,” and he held up the rectangular slip of pasteboard. Hazel was clearly thrilled, her green eyes alight with gratitude. “Are you sure? Thanks ever so much. Can I think it over and let you know?” Miles grinned at her, knowing the satisfaction of a fisherman who feels the first nibble at his line and knows his fish is almost hooked. “Of course. Take your time. I’m here for two weeks.” Hazel thanked him again and hurried away to fetch his dinner. Miles watched her go, his eyes taking in her slender, well-shaped legs, trim buttocks and neat waist and chuckled silently to himself. Yes, he thought, she would do very well indeed for what he had in mind... Hazel McIndoe spent the first seventeen years of her life caring for her father, a dour, deeply religious man, widowed shortly after Hazel was born. Living on a croft, a small hill farm, in the remote highlands of Scotland, Hazel had few chances to meet people of her own age and it was hardly surprising that when her father died, leaving her little more than the clothes she wore, she decided to leave and take a job as a waitress in the small hotel owned by Mr. MacAllister, a very distant second cousin of her father. It wasn’t a bad job and MacAllister treated her well, but Hazel never felt that she was anything more than an employee to him and put down no roots to hold her in the whole four and a half years she spent there. Her encounters with the young men in the area were no more successful and after a few short-lived and highly unsatisfactory affairs which invariably left her totally unsatisfied and frustrated, Hazel decided that s*x wasn’t all it was cracked up to be and resolutely refused to allow any of them to work off their carnal desires with her. Naturally enough, this did not make her very popular with the young men and the supply of dates dried up, leaving her even more isolated. Every week, sometimes every day, she considered leaving, but she had little money and no other relatives or friends, so her options were extremely limited and she began to think that she would never manage to get a real life. But then, out of the blue, she waited on Miles Hetherington’s table and a whole new future began to open up for her. The second day she served him dinner, they talked about and his hotel. The third day, he invited her for an after dinner drink and on the fourth day, she accepted. On the fifth day, she told him all about herself and warmed even more to him as he held her hand and commiserated with her about her unsatisfactory situation. On the sixth day, she let him take her for a drive into the hills and made no protest as he held her in his arms and kissed her. The kiss was a revelation to Hazel and left her breathless and weak at the knees. She had never been kissed like that before and her whole body tingled with the excitement of it. Miles was a mature, sophisticated man of thirty one, vastly more experienced than either Hazel or the fumbling boys of her only s****l experiences to that date and when she lay in her bed that night, she tossed and turned as previously unknown urges made themselves felt in her sleepless body. Like any woman, Hazel recognised them for what they were and her fingers stole down to her groin, rubbing and stroking at the moist channel of her s*x until she had to bury her face in the pillow to prevent herself from moaning aloud as her climax burst upon her. Hazel was almost twenty two and it was by no means the first time she had pleasured herself with her fingers...but it was the first time that she had fantasised about any particular man. Miles Hetherington. Panting in her release, she wondered whether he felt the same about her or whether he simply felt sorry for her and was just being kind. True, he had kissed her, and very thoroughly, but did that mean he wanted more? And if he did, should she let him? Her strict upbringing said no...but the pleasant heat in her belly said yes and Hazel had been lonely for a very long time. The following night as she served him dinner, she checked to make sure that none of the other diners could overhear, then whispered nervously, “Miles, tomorrow is my day off and...and I was wondering if...if you would like to take me out somewhere again. We could make a...a whole day of it, if you wanted to.” Her cheeks flushed pinkly. Miles’ face gave no inkling of the triumph he felt as Hazel spoke, but, inside, he was jubilant, certain that her faltering invitation was simply the prelude to his conquest of her slim body. And that, if he had read her character correctly, was only the beginning of his plans for her... Plans which, had Hazel even for a second been able to imagine, would have sent her fleeing in horror as far away from him as she could get. Unfortunately for the pretty redhead, though, her very limited s****l experience of men had in no way prepared her to match wits with anyone like Miles and his very particular requirements in women... “Certainly, Hazel. That would be delightful. Say, , then? Excellent. We’ll go up to the loch, shall we?” Miles was careful to hide his elation as Hazel nodded, but as she walked away, his lips curved into a cruel smile of anticipation. His slow, careful planning and patience were about to pay off and soon, very soon, the unsuspecting redhead would find herself becoming one of the star attractions of his new and very lucrative business venture. The next day went exactly as Miles had planned that it should and as he and Hazel lay on the blanket he had thoughtfully provided, sipping the last drops of the second of the three bottles of champagne he had brought, he squinted up at the hot sun overhead and casually slipped off his shirt, pretending not to notice Hazel’s covert glances at his muscular torso. After a few minutes, he remarked, “Hot, isn’t it?” and waited... Hazel flushed prettily, not really knowing how to react and a little light headed from the wine, but then, pretending a nonchalance she definitely didn’t feel, fumbled with the buttons of her white blouse and laid it to one side. Slowly, so as not to alarm his prey, Miles reached for her and cradled her against his chest, her initial stiffness soon passing as he kissed her, very softly, on her cheek and then, as she gained in confidence, on her yielding lips. Hazel was aware of what his kisses were leading to and was a little scared, but the touch of his lips was exciting and she could feel her body reacting just as it did when she stroked between her own legs and wanted the delicious sensations to continue. Soon, his hands were at her breasts, his fingers toying with her n*****s and the pleasure was so much more intense than she had ever felt with her inexperienced boyfriends, that she voluntarily reached behind her back to unhook her bra, freeing her trembling flesh to fall into his grasp. His lips descended and Hazel gasped, unable to believe the almost unbearable longing which filled her body as his warm, wet mouth brought her sensitive n*****s to quivering erection, sending jolts of electrifying arousal through her breasts and down into the surging heat in her belly. He laid her down on her back and she watched, mesmerised, as he undid her belt and slid her skirt down her legs and off, then repeated the action with her skimpy panties. Then he paused and said quietly, “Are you sure, Hazel? If you’re frightened, I’ll stop.” Hazel gulped, then nodded and whispered, “Oh, yes. Yes. I w...want you, Miles.” “And I want you,” he replied and his hands moved in slow, thrilling circles over her belly, inching lower with every circle as his lips returned to her breasts. Hazel squeezed her eyes tightly shut as he caressed her, but as his fingers slid through the silky curls of her auburn pubic hair, her eyes snapped open and she whimpered, “No. No, I mustn’t. I...I... shouldn’t.” Her hands gripped his wrists as if to stop him touching her. “But you want me, Hazel,” he told her and she gave a soft moan, knowing it was true. “I do.” she groaned, “But...I’m scared, Miles. I’ve...I’ve never f…felt like this before. So…aroused…and…and…excited, that it fr…frightens me a bit.” Her green eyes filled with anxiety, then slid away from his and she gave a little shiver. “I’ll try, Miles, really I will, but please don’t be cross with me if I have to st...stop you.” “I tell you what,” he replied cheerfully, “How about I make it so that you don’t have the choice to stop me?” Hazel frowned, “How could you do that?” In answer, Miles reached over and picked up the belt from her skirt. “With this,” he said calmly. “I could use this to tie your wrists. Loosely, of course, but then you’d be tied up and not able to choose any more.” Hazel’s eyes opened wide. “You...You’d really t...tie me up,” she quavered. “If you think it would help.” “Well...” she hesitated. “I suppose it...might.” “Shall I do it then?” “I...don’t know, Miles,” she replied doubtfully. “It might work, but...isn’t it a bit...?” and her voice trailed off. “We’ll try it,” he announced decisively and before Hazel could decide whether to agree or not, the thin leather belt was wrapped several times around her wrists and buckled in place. The moment the belt gripped her skin, Hazel began to shiver and felt a ripple of delicious fright run up her spine and as Miles pulled the buckle tight, she gasped to a wave of thrilling arousal as she found herself tied up and unable to use her hands.