Best Bondage Erotica 2014 (9 page)

“Good girl,” he laughed. I felt him grin against my cheek, realized how fucking much I loved him. Too much for my body to hold. Too big for one soul to comprehend.

“I love you,” I told him. “I love you, I love you. And I love when you fuck me.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart. I love you when you're bad and when you're good and when you help me out.”

“Help you out?” I was trying to focus but another white-hot orgasm was rushing toward me. By the way he bucked against me I knew Mason was close—so, so close.

“Yeah. Like getting yourself all tangled up, blushing...mostly naked and pluckable.” He pinched my ass when he said pluckable. “Like a ripe lush fruit.”

I came with a loud sob. He covered my mouth with his, swallowed it down. “It gives me an excuse to do something I was going to do anyway.”

“Like what?” I whispered.

His dark eyes flashed and he thrust once more, emptying into me with a rough grunt. He pressed his forehead against mine, moving just a little so small flares of pleasure warmed my cunt. “Like fuck my beautiful wife.”

My stomach growled. We both laughed. “I think I'm hungry,” I said.

Mason untied me. “If you can find something to wear—that
fits
—I'll take you to that dinner I promised.”

“So no jacket from your mother?” I teased.

“Now I thought you'd learned your lesson.” He kissed my neck.

“Oh, I did. But you'll forgive me if I forget it once in a while.” I wouldn't say what we both knew. The part about it being on purpose.

“Don't worry. I'll just have to remind you.”

I was counting on it.

EEL

Annabeth Leong

“Where's Ethan?” I asked Alicia. My friend sat curled in a folding chair tucked behind the play party's person-size speakers. I never would have found her if I hadn't been so sure she'd be there somewhere.

Alicia sighed theatrically, but beneath her dramatics, her lip trembled with genuine hurt. She wore a lacy set of lingerie we'd bought together the weekend before, and nothing else but makeup. Tear-streaked makeup.

Oh boy. I sank to the floor beside her chair. She'd rolled herself into such a tiny ball that our heads were almost level now. “What happened?” The music forced me to raise my voice, but I kept my tone as gentle as I could.

“Ethan says he's tired of getting embarrassed by an eel.” I restrained a sigh of my own. Alicia, double-jointed and flexible enough that she performed with an amateur circus on weekends, had gained a reputation in the years we'd both been in the scene. I'd never met the top who could tie her in a way that held. And she
liked guys with egos, who didn't take kindly to the way her antics challenged their status as scary, black-leather-wearing doms.

I reached up to pat her thigh, amazed as always at how slim it was. It wasn't actually smaller than my wrist, but I could easily have made the joke. Whenever I went out with Alicia, people would come up to me and ask if I was “the man,” probably because I literally loom over her. I do prefer girls, but I don't normally feel quite that butch. Besides, Alicia could probably kick my ass if she wanted to. I may be big and strong, but she's a third-degree black belt in American jiujitsu and I've only made it to brown.

Add in her gorgeous black hair, Mediterranean skin and those big, black “Help me” eyes—so incongruous if you actually know Alicia—and my pretty little friend could ride roughshod over just about anybody's ego.

“Kristi, all I wanted was to come to this party and get tied up,” Alicia wailed.

I cocked my head at her. In the past, I'd given her my best supportive answers, but at this point it seemed Alicia needed a dose of reality. “If you love being tied up so much, how come you never stay tied up?”

She pouted. “Now you sound like him.”

“I want you to tell me the truth. Are you trying to embarrass your tops?”

She didn't answer with words, but a tiny smile started at the corners of her mouth. She must have seen my face change in response, because her eyes went wide and innocent.

“Let's give you the benefit of the doubt for a minute,” I said, though privately I had my reservations. “What would you say you're looking for when you do your eel thing?”

Her forehead wrinkled and she propped her arms up on her knees, raising her torso slightly from its folded position. That
position would have made my lower back spasm for a week. “I guess I want a contest,” Alicia said. “I don't want to make anyone feel bad. I just want them to prove they deserve to have me tied up for them.”

I nodded slowly, digesting what she'd said. The noise from the speaker beside us had forced me even closer to her by now. She smelled of freesia. She'd really gone all out for this Ethan guy. Irrational jealousy flashed through my stomach. “You thought he might be the one.”

“At the last party, he tied my chest to my feet. For a couple seconds, I thought I might not be able to escape.” She looked downright dreamy. I rolled my eyes.

“A lot of tops would say you should stay tied up out of respect for them.”

“How am I supposed to respect them if they can't keep me tied up?”

I laughed. “How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?”

“This is serious, Kristi.”

I took a deep breath. I'd always considered Alicia's eel problem as a sympathetic friend. For the first time, I allowed myself to think like a top. A tricky domme, because that's what I had to be. I didn't have anywhere near Ethan's rope skills. An idea sparked in my chest, mingled with desire I'd never admitted before. “You want to get tied up, right? You don't need Ethan for that.”

She groaned. “No one wants to tie me anymore. They're all afraid of being embarrassed.”

Alicia spat the last word out, and I gave her a look. “For good reason.”

“Whatever. It's still true. Nobody wants to play with an eel. At least, not an eel they can't beat.”

A little warning voice spoke up in the back of my head. I'd
decided long ago not to play with Alicia, pretty as she was. I liked being her friend, and I honestly didn't know how well I'd handle her ego challenges myself.

I told that warning voice to go to hell. The force of wicked-top inspiration had already begun to energize my body.

I stood abruptly, my spine already making the tiny adjustments that take me from ordinary woman to scary black-leather-wearing domme. I nudged my rope bag with my boot and nodded toward my hands. I wriggled my fingers.

Alicia arched her eyebrow, her expression an elegant mix of invitation and skepticism. “Really.”

Ten minutes later, we'd claimed a corner at the play party. With bundles of rope stacked up around me, I sat on Alicia's chest and examined her body with an architectural eye. Where to start?

Alicia squirmed under me. “Um, Kristi?”

“Yeah.”

“You know I'm going to do the same thing I always do, right? I'm not going easy on you.”

“I don't want you to go easy on me.” I cracked my knuckles.

Her face screwed up into a miserable expression. “That's what people always say.”

“Honey, I really know you. I know what you're capable of. I wouldn't be doing this if I hadn't accepted the possibility that you'll embarrass me by making it look like I didn't even remember to use knots.” That wasn't strictly true. I had no intention of being embarrassed. I tried not to make the obvious comparisons to Alicia's macho boyfriends.

She relaxed only slightly. “Are you sure? I don't mean to be insulting, but you're not exactly...”

I let her feel a little more of my weight. “Give it to me, Alicia. I promise I'm good for it.”

“Okay...” She still sounded doubtful. I reached for the fifty-foot length of hemp I like to use to lay my foundation.

I never got to it, because she slid out from under my legs in one smooth, muscular surge. I didn't hesitate. No need to find out how far she could and would run. Before she could go anywhere, I lunged at her football-player style, taking her down with a shoulder to her thigh.

She grunted, but rolled through the fall with practiced grace. I reached under her body and grabbed the back of her bra. It wasn't a chest harness, but it would do for a few seconds.

She bared her teeth and made it difficult for me, her body whipping and rolling from side to side. I threw myself across her, using my size against her as much as I could. I wouldn't have put it past her to bite, so I shifted my grip from her bra strap to her hair, snatching a fistful close to the scalp and keeping her head close to the floor and away from me.

I needed to get rope on her quickly, before she got the chance to demonstrate her superior martial arts skills. With no time to plan or select the perfect length of rope, I reached out blindly for the closest available. It turned out to be a thin silver nylon fifteen, which I normally used to add a metallic sheen to decorative chest harnesses.

Alicia thrashed like a demon beneath me. I couldn't afford to reject that rope and look for another one. The jiujitsu instructor who taught us both always says that pressure makes a person's purest martial arts come out, the moves that have become part of her being. I trusted that adage and allowed my hands to move faster than my brain. In seconds, I secured a passable single-column tie to Alicia's wrist. To give her something to keep her busy, I tacked it to her ankle.

I had no illusions—I knew she'd be out of it in seconds. Still, using clean, simple ties, I might stay just ahead of her,
enough to avoid having to wrestle her and lose.

I kept going, barely looking at the ropes I grabbed. I used only the most basic knots, the ones that had truly become second nature. I manhandled Alicia, flipping and spinning her to lay those ties down at odd angles that I hoped would buy me more precious time.

At some point, my heart began to pound for a different reason. As I worked to enclose her strong, flexible body, I became painfully aware of the sexy contradictions of Alicia. So delicate. So indomitable. Sweat dampening her long, luxurious hair. The powerful muscles of her dancer's body standing out from her slim, sleek limbs. The nipples of her small breasts hard and visible through the lace of her bra. The smell of effort and arousal rising from her body.

My clit became aware, too. I could feel it growing inside my leather pants. I wanted to put my dick on and take her as my own.

Alicia sensed the change, too. She told me so with her wide, exhilarated grin and the challenge of her eyes. I knew she'd never let me fuck her until I'd paid my dues. She had to decide I'd earned it.

I'd never felt so determined.

I tied off my latest rope, satisfied for the moment by the web in which I'd trapped Alicia. She rocked gently on her stomach in a bow position, her arms pulled behind her and connected to her ankles with multiple layers of interwoven strands.

I'd done good work, especially considering the speed with which I'd had to tie her.

It wouldn't hold. The eel deserved her chance to play. I stepped out of her line of vision. If I was lucky, I'd have a couple of minutes now to try to convince my shoulders to unknot, and to get hold of the driving need in my cunt.

I made a show of organizing my pile of rope, palming that fifty-foot hemp in the process. Movement at the corner of my eye caught my attention. Round two had come already, and my breathing still hadn't returned to normal.

With no choice but to keep playing as hard as I could, I whirled, just in time to catch Alicia in the act of freeing herself from the last coil of my rope. Her disappointment at the ease of her escape was palpable. The moment of lethargy, however, gave me the opportunity I desperately needed.

Before she could get away, I dove for her, trapping her with my weight again. Alicia yelped in surprise. The sweaty, sweet smell of her slippery skin threatened to distract me. I wanted to lick her. Everywhere.

I still hadn't earned it.

This time, I started with the fifty, winding it around her torso as rapidly as I could. “Kristi, what the hell? I already proved your knots can't hold me.”

I grinned down at her. “Honey, did you think I was only good for one shot? Those boys you're choosing must not have much stamina. I'm here all night.” This, in fact, was my plan. If the sweat on her skin was any indication, she'd had to struggle to release herself, no matter how simple the challenge. Alicia might be more experienced at this game than I am, more flexible than I am and better at martial arts, but I had the rope on my side. I'd get rests, no matter how short. She wouldn't. At some point, I calculated, she'd be tired enough that I could lay down a good set of ties without having to fight her too hard. And I had some nasty tricks up my sleeve for when that moment came.

Her eyes widened with understanding. I'd shown my cards, but at this point I didn't think it would hurt my chances. “That's not fair!”

“Is that against the rules, sweetheart? I didn't know.” I waited
a beat, then continued. “You can safeword out if you don't like it. Otherwise, I'll tie you up over and over again until I teach you some respect.” I punctuated the statement with an emphatic tug of the rope that made her sigh. Her body relaxed in my arms for just a second, and I caught a glimpse of the state Alicia craved but could not allow herself. The power of the vision made my hands tremble with desire.