The 6:18 to Bondage

By Dan Bruce

After only a week in the job of her dreams, Sophia made a mistake which could see her career come to an untimely end. But it wasn't in the office she made the blunder. It was on the train journey home from work - the 6:18. A later train than her usual one, which she deliberately took knowing the risk involved.
She simply couldn't resist the lure of a man - a man who she'd been told to avoid at all costs. And as a result, all her hopes for the future could end up dashed. Her life is a train wreck waiting to happen. But perhaps disaster can be avoided. Sophie has an option for the following Friday...Catch 6:18, but instead of taking it all the way home, she can get off at an earlier station, knowing that makes it... The 6:18 to Bondage.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Firm Hand Books
• Release date: Jan 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370719655

Dan Bruce

Dan Bruce is a British author who specialises in M/F BDSM erotica

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The 6:18 to Bondage

(Dark BDSM Erotica)

By Dan Bruce

Copyright Dan Bruce, 2016

Published by Firm Hand Books at Smashwords

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Please note: this is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

Please also note: this ebook is a modified version of Jack Brighton’s ‘The 6:15 to Bondage’ – with the author’s kind permission.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

The Dan Bruce Collection

Tales from The Dark Side Extract – Welcome to The Dark Side

Her Nemesis Series Extract – Her Nemesis Master

Abuse of Power Series Extract –Taken by the Karinovs

Other Books Extract –Sex Exchange

About the Author

Chapter 1

Do you want another drink, Sophie?

It was tempting to say yes. Another glass of chilled white wine would go down well, and Sophie quite fancied the bloke who was offering. He was tall, which was good; a bit skinny, which was not; in his late-thirties, which was no problem at all to this nineteen year old girl who liked older men; he had a wedding ring on his finger, which wasn’t necessarily an issue; but he was her boss, and that definitely ruled out any flirtation during this first week of Sophie’s probation in the job she had miraculously landed.

No, I’d best not, Sophie replied after emptying her glass. I told my mum I wouldn’t be late. If I leave now I’ll catch the 6:18 train and save myself a lot of earache when I get home.

Fair enough, said Cameron Fisher, doing his best to avoid the expectant looks from the other members of his team who had adjourned to the local pub for the usual Friday evening drink after work. Have a good weekend. I’ll see you on Monday, bright and early.

Yeah. Have a good one, Sophie, chipped in some of the team, raising their empty glasses in salute. So Cameron, if you’re getting them in, I’ll have a…

Sophie left them to it. She walked out the pub door with a smile on her face and headed to the train station a happy young woman. Her first week in full time employment had gone pretty well, having joined the marketing department in a big software house who specialized in the finance sector. Her boss seemed like a decent bloke, and the rest of the team were fine. Of course she had to take lots of stick being the junior member of the crew, and some unwelcome attention from a few idiotic prats who had no chance whatsoever of getting into her pants. The work had also been pretty mundane to date, but why worry about that. It was a job, and a really good one with an amazing salary for a girl of her age, with chances to develop her talents in graphic design and progress within the company. Most of her friends were working in supermarkets, or on the dole having given up hope of finding a decent job. Sophie counted herself as very lucky. It was just a shame she still had to live with her folks, especially her dad, who had learned to hate the world after he’d lost his job five years ago. It wasn’t Sophie’s mum who would give her an ear bashing if she was late – it was her misery of a father who was forever on her back, thought she should live the life of a nun, and was endlessly threatening to throw her out on the street if she didn’t toe his authoritarian line.

Dreaming of the day she would earn enough money to get a place of her own, Sophie arrived at the station and made her way to platform 6 in good time for the next train. She looked around, as was her want, hoping she might catch the eye of some good looking bloke and enjoy a bit of flirtation, and maybe even get herself a date. It would be pushing things though, going out with a man, and if things went all right and he wasn’t a total dick, then going back to his place for a bit of fun. If she stayed out late, or even worse spent the night, her father would go ballistic. Some sex would be great. Sophia enjoyed a bit of hanky panky, or slap and tickle to put it another way – the slaps in particular turning her on, although none of the blokes she’d been with had the bottle to push things too far down that line. But the cost was so high – her father berating her for days on end, calling her a slut and a shame to his name.

Money would change all that – Sophie was convinced of the fact. Once the salary cheques started rolling in and she’d saved up enough cash for a deposit on a flat, she would move to the city and away from her dad. She would have to share, which would be fine for a while, as long as the others were fairly open-minded and didn’t object to some moans in the night if Sophie brought a gentleman friend back. More likely she’d go to his place though, and then the fun could really take off, with maybe the man putting her over his lap and giving her ass a jolly good slap before giving her a jolly good fucking, and perhaps she’d finally pluck up the courage to offer up that ass for some anal sex as well.

Merrily dreaming, as was her way, the train arrived and Sophie fought to get on. The carriage was packed, no prospect of a seat, which was a bit of a disappointment, but not unexpected. Train travel during peak commuting hours was always a nightmare unless you were lucky enough to get on at the terminal, then you might have a chance to park your sweet ass, otherwise you stood for most of the duration.

Not to worry. It had pissed her off at first, but during the course of this first week of commuting Sophie had discovered she could derive an odd sort of pleasure in these cramped conditions. If luck was against her then it could be horrendous, such as finding herself under the armpit of some ogre with a body odour problem. But on the other hand, if she managed to play it clever and get next to some horny looking bloke, then Sophie found it could make the journey pass very nicely, breathing the man in and ‘accidently’ rubbing against him, getting lost in a dream of filthy composition.

Sadly that required enough space to manoeuvre, which wasn’t a possibility this evening. Sophie shuffled on board along with the hordes of other travellers anxious to get home after a hard day’s graft. She ended up positioned near to the door with her face to a window and little room to move. All she could do was plug in her ear-phones and listen to some music, enduring the journey whilst dreaming. Dreaming of a man on the 6:18 to... to the exciting life she needed to find, and away from the one she needed to escape.

Chapter 2

Physical presence is a funny old thing. Some people have it, while others don’t. And in this crowded carriage there could be no mistake that someone nearby had it in spades. Two minutes into the journey and Sophie was being swamped by it.

She couldn’t say for sure what first caught her attention. It could have been the scent, deep and musky, some pheromone laden richness that wafted up her nose and went straight to her pussy with a bucket load of blood, engorging the lips and hardening her clit. It could have been the pressure of a broad hunky chest pressing against her shoulders, suggesting a height far greater than her own five feet ten, which she achieved with the help of three inch heels. It could have been the sound of a strong assertive voice talking on his mobile that cut through the tones of modern R&B music. Later, Sophie would say it was none of these things – they came after, albeit only seconds behind. Presence is an aura, and that’s what Sophie felt – a masculine aura of sure authority that thrilled her to the very core.

Sophie tried to look round without being too obvious. She got the hint of a suit, dark grey and expensive, on a bulk of a man which she had already sensed. The music on her phone was turned down and she tried to eavesdrop, hungry for some clue as to what this man was about. A wheeler and dealer was the conclusion quickly drawn – he was calling New York and he was calling the shots, telling some subordinate to get his act together or he’d be clearing his desk before the day was out. Sophie could feel her panties getting wet!

Minutes passed. Sophie was in rapture. Her nipples hardening in her bra. Her pussy became a snarling mass of need gagging for some touch: explorative fingers feeling her up; a dexterous tongue licking her out; then a lovely fat cock for the follow up fuck. There was something about this man that turned her on so much. She couldn’t see him, but Sophie was certain she would fancy him once she was able to turn around and see the man face to face. She listened to the voice; she breathed in the scent; she tried to sneak the odd glance and get a view of his face; she pressed backwards ever so slightly to feel the man’s bulk – daring with her shoulders to press into the man’s chest, but not risking anything lower in case she ended up getting arrested.

The man’s call came to an end, and another took over. There was more respect being shown with this caller, but the tone was still authoritative. Sophie was tingling, her pussy getting juicy beyond belief; then she almost came when she heard an astounding delivery.

Personally, I’d give her a good kick up the ass. That girl needs a firm hand, and that’s what I employed you for, so don’t be shy about using it... What was that! Acceptable office behaviour! Not the done thing on your side of The Pond! Sod that! Put her over your knee and give her lazy ass a good spanking if that’s what it takes to bring her in line, otherwise show her the door.

Politically incorrect or what!

There was some tutting going on from offended feminists. But Sophie wasn’t one of them. She was gasping in a breath as her knees went weak. It was said as a joke, of that she was sure, but she found the idea such an amazing turn on. And for the man to say it out loud on a jam packed train - well that was such confidence, it made Sophie tingle all over. Her pussy was aching, gagging for some stimulation, ideally in the form of a big hard dick. Sophie wished she could slip her hand under her skirt and have a little play. It wouldn’t take much for her to trip her own switch – a bit of rub and a pinch on her clit would do the trick, that was how turned on the she was.

Behind her, the telephone conversation moved onto more mundane matters – forecast updates, other deals in the pipeline. Sophie drifted away from it, her head swimming in a fantasy – a fantasy she had long harboured and wished could come true...

...Smelling him, hearing him, pressed wonderfully against him, Sophie saw this man who’s face she didn’t know, come storming into an office in New York. Sophie was there at her imaginary desk, joking on the phone, larking around as was her want