Free Waiting for Master (BDSM Erotica) by J.A. Bailey Page A

on his hips and Harriet was sure that if she looked hard
enough, she’d be able to see the line of hair that led
down into the waistband.
    Her heart thudded as she watched
the ripple of his muscles undulating with each movement. Jesus, she’d never seen anything so beautiful. Now that was the kind of man she needed. Gorgeous,
strong and not to mention bloody rich. Harriet smirked. Well, she could
dream anyway.
    Reluctantly drawing her attention
from the window, Harriet and her mother followed Elaine through several
reception rooms and into a grand dining room.  
    Elaine paused in front of them.
“I can’t show you upstairs while Mr Wright is home.” Her cheeks coloured. “But
I’d love to show you the barns. Mr Wright recently converted them into a
gallery and we have some wonderful work from local artists in there at the
moment.” Elaine must have noticed Harriet’s expression as she gave her a smile.
“If you’d prefer to stroll around the gardens, Harriet, you are more than
welcome.”
    Nodding eagerly, Harriet grinned.
“Yes please. Watercolours bore me I’m afraid and our local artists are terribly
fond of painting the same scene over and over.”
    “Harriet!” her mother scolded.
    “Well, it’s true.” Besides she’d rather wander around the gardens and see if
she could bump into the elusive Mr Wright. Hopefully he hadn’t put his top back on yet.
    Elaine’s lips twisted and she
nodded. “Have an explore and then come and meet us in
the coffee shop.”
    “Okay, see you in a bit.”
    Harriet strolled towards the back
doors, waiting until her mother and Elaine were gone before dashing through
them and out into the gardens. She hurried across the lawns and tucked herself
behind an ornamental bush. Peering round it, her heart sank. He was gone, along
with his exercise mat. Damn.
    A movement caught her eye and she
realised it was Mr Wright talking with a gardener. Her heart bounced against her
ribcage and damp gathered in her pussy. He was still topless. Yes!
    He moved away from the gardener
and Harriet followed. Was this weird? Yes, probably,
but she had to get a closer look. A body like that could feed her fantasies for
days.
    Keeping her distance, she
followed carefully. He entered the house and she hung back for a moment before
tailing after him. He bounded up the main stairs and she tucked herself into a
recess. Fuck, what was wrong with her? She could hardly introduce herself
casually after practically stalking him. And Elaine
said they weren’t allowed upstairs.
    Her stomach dipped as she
remembered those taut muscles just waiting to be unleashed on someone. There was something about him that screamed dominant . Screw it. She would not pass up the opportunity to at least
see if she could steal another look at him. Preferably closer up.
    The desire coiling through her
urged her forwards and Harriet tip-toed up the stairs,
her chest tightening as she waited for someone to come up and demand to know
what she was doing. When she reached the top of the stairs, she paused and
stared around.
    Shit, he was gone.
    Endless doors lined the hallway
and Harriet walked past them slowly, eyeing each one. A set of double doors at
the end sparked her interest and she put her ear to the door.
    Nothing.
    Pressing it open, she peered
through gap.
    Oh. My. God.
    Stepping all the way in,
Harriet’s mouth dropped open. The room was dark - thick purple damask curtains
covered the large windows - but lamps glowed dimly on the walls, giving off a
warm, sensual glow.  A large four-poster bed dominated one side of the
room on a raised platform. Gilded chairs sat to one side and several mahogany
chests lined the walls.
    But it was not the luxurious fabrics
or beautiful furniture that caught her attention. Padded restraints were secured to the bare wall at the back of the room and a
huge mirror hung opposite the bed. On top of a low cabinet lay a selection of
carefully arranged paddles and whips.
    Closing the door, she