Best Bondage Erotica 2013 (23 page)

He mockingly shook his head at her, obviously aware of what she was trying to do, and determined to make her fail. As
he caressed her intimate parts with one hand, he softly pressed on her abdomen with the other, insistently, maddeningly. Sensation built on sensation, sending shock waves through her loins. She could feel her body tense up, could taste the salty drops of perspiration that were trickling down her cheeks into her all-too-empty mouth.

She moaned in agony. “Please,” she begged, all sense of dignity lost and forgotten. “Please, Sir, don't do this to me. Please don't…”

Much to her surprise, he withdrew his hand. For a split second, she believed that he was going to show her some uncharacteristic mercy. However, that hope was shattered when he went into their bedroom and reemerged with the very last thing she wanted to see.

The Hitachi.

“No!” she cried, eyes wide with fear. She could feel herself strain against her bonds, something she hardly ever did, since she generally liked to be restrained. “No, please, Sir.”

He just grinned. “Afraid so, kitten.”

With these three words, pronounced as if they were the wittiest joke he had told all year, he squatted in front of her and put the most powerful vibrator they owned to her clit. Even at its lowest speed, the effect was formidable. She could feel her cunt ripple and spasm, and for a moment she thought the reverberations were going to get the better of her. It took the very strongest contractions of her pelvic floor muscles not to lose the contents of her bladder in one fell swoop. She trembled trying to hold it in, trembled with need and frustration.

She focused on her breathing. Taking slow, deep breaths, she stared back at him, daring him to do his worst.

Needless to say, he did.

With the grin he reserved for his most sadistic moments,
he turned the Hitachi up to full speed. Then he leaned back, looking at her so smugly that she would have slapped his face if she hadn't been restrained. “Go on, kitten,” he crooned. “Give in. Let it go.”

She gritted her teeth.
No.
She was
not
going to give him that satisfaction. Not after she'd tried so hard to hold it in. She didn't care anymore that he had reduced her to a simpering, moaning wreck who was oozing sweat from her every pore. She didn't care that he was eying her like a predator, waiting for her to make that fatal mistake,
willing
her to make it. All she wanted was to show him how strong she was, to defy him and hang on to whatever shred of dignity she had left. Surely he'd let her go to the toilet after
that
?

She lasted about ten seconds before she exploded. A surge of electricity coursed through her, overloading her, making her every muscle contract at once. No sooner did the bolt hit than her bladder emptied itself, relieving her of the burden she had carried for so long. She could feel the hot liquid as it rushed out of her and pooled around her on her plastic seat, trickling onto the tarpaulin with the sound of rain dripping on a tent. It was disgusting, but god, did it feel good to be rid of it.
Liberty at last
, she thought, embracing the emptiness and relief.

She swallowed hard as her quivering body began to recover from the assault Steve had launched on it. When she finally found the composure to speak, she said the one thing he wouldn't expect, the one thing he wouldn't see coming. Something that would prove to him that she'd forgiven him for the ordeal he had put her through—that, indeed, as far as she was concerned, there
was
nothing to forgive.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you for letting me experience this.” She even managed a small smile.

To her surprise, he burst into laughter. “Good girl,” he
purred, appreciatively patting her cheek. “Good, good girl.” He fixed his marvelous eyes on her and added in his most affectionate tone, “That was
awesome
, Mel. Honestly, that was one of the most magnificent things I've ever seen.”

She lapped up the fondness in his voice, the hint of admiration on his face. It was responses like these, she reflected, that made their scenes so worthwhile. She'd do anything for him, as long as he smiled like this afterward and told her she'd been “awesome.”

He was still smiling when he untied her and helped her off her chair. She rose, a little stiff after spending so many hours in the same position, and cringed as she felt rivulets of urine run down her thighs. To his credit, Steve didn't even draw her attention to it, let alone gleefully joke about it. He just pulled her close to him and kissed the top of her head, which she knew must be a sweaty nightmare.

“Go take a shower,” he murmured into her ear. “Use plenty of that coconut stuff you seem to be so fond of, and when you're done, we'll see if you can come
without
making a bloody mess of yourself.”

God
, she thought, her eyes widening.

She didn't know whether to walk or run to the bathroom, but she did know one thing. She'd never let Steve fill her up with tea and orange juice again. Or would she?

She honestly didn't know.

 

 

 

 

 

The butt plug her husband had put in her earlier that day bumped something sensitive inside as Sonia undressed and sat on the bed next to him. She'd been wearing it for over three hours and had been ready to take it out…oh, two and half hours ago.

She knew what all this butt plug business was about. David had been trying to get her to let him fuck her in the ass ever since one of his big-mouth golf buddies told him it was ten times better than regular sex.

Better for the man, maybe
, she mused, shaking her head. The only reason she'd agreed to the stupid butt plug was the excitement in David's eyes when he'd presented her with it. He hadn't looked at her with that sort of unbridled passion since their wedding night, and that was over ten years ago.

It was like her ass was his new obsession. And she had to admit, the attention was hot. Even the butt plug had been kind of hot, once she got used to it. But now it was just annoying.

“All right, David. It's eight o'clock. I'm taking it out now,” she announced.

“Wait!” He gently restrained her wrist as she got up off the bed.

“I only promised to wear it 'til eight.”

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“Like a pain in the ass, David. Like you. Now let go of me.”

He did, which hurt her feelings for some reason. She didn't want him to let her go. She wanted him to take charge for once, to take…her. Damn it. She should at least let him fuck her with the plug in, even if the whole “sex toys shoved up her ass” thing didn't do it for her the way it did for him. Maybe playing along was the way to go, at least once in a while.

Turning back to him, she got on the bed again and straddled him, laughing at the surprised look on his face.

“Well, hello, beautiful,” he murmured, running his hands over her ass. She gasped when he grabbed hold of the flared silicone base of the plug and turned it, stimulating her in a completely new way.

“Look at you, you really like that,” David said, smiling. “I knew you would. So come on, baby, what's stopping you from letting me fuck that virgin ass of yours?”

She blushed, feeling like a schoolgirl. A virgin. Her. Married for ten years, a mom three times over. But part of her was a virgin. Hmm. The thought of being—at least in part—an untouched virgin appealed to her. But she knew where this would end up. They'd already had two halfhearted attempts at anal, if you could even call them attempts, and they'd both turned out badly, ending with her jumping out of bed and killing the entire evening's festivities as surely as if she had dumped cold water on them.

“Honestly, honey,” she said, grinding herself against his
groin to soften the rejection. He was already erect, his cock straining against his pants. “The other times we've tried it I couldn't even let you get inside me. The moment your cock hits my ass I clench up.”

“It'll be different this time. You're all warmed up.”

“But…I'm afraid it will hurt and I won't be able to stay still for you.”

He raised his eyebrows, his way of silently saying,
And?

“Then you'll be all worked up,” she explained, “and I won't be able to let you finish, and you'll be pissed off I ruined your fun and it will put us both in a sour mood for weeks, like the first time.”

He nodded, listening to her with unusual intensity considering she was still giving him her version of a lap dance. “That's a valid concern,” he said finally. “Perhaps we could use the handcuffs.”

She flushed at the suggestion. That was one game she loved—when he used the handcuffs on her. Something about those handcuffs turned her from housewife-with-an-alleged-headache into a panting, sex-crazed girl. They didn't play that game nearly often enough for her tastes, but asking to be cuffed and fucked just wasn't part of her vocabulary. She needed David to suggest things so she could go along with them. Anyway, she could still move around in those cuffs, and if she struggled too much the metal actually cut into her skin, which she didn't like.

“That's a thought,” she replied. “But…do you have anything that will make it absolutely impossible for me to get away?” Even the words
impossible to get away
got her excited. She might even welcome the pain then…

He twisted the plug in her ass in response and she moaned. It felt incredible. Now that she was turned on about the idea, the stupid plug no longer seemed so stupid.

“I know what would work, but you've said no to it before, if I recall,” he said.

“I'm in a very yes sort of mood. Try me.”

“Plastic wrap.” David looked at her as if trying to gauge her response.

She grinned. “Perfect.”

He picked her easily off his lap and placed her on the bed next to him. “Don't move, baby, I'll get it. And don't touch that butt plug—your ass is mine.”

Ooh. She liked Bossy David. Much better than petulant, begging-to-get-in-her-pants David. Nope, this David was going to take what he wanted, and that totally worked for her, somehow. It made her feel insanely desirable.

He came back with the roll of plastic wrap so quickly she wondered if he'd run to get it before she had a chance to change her mind.

“Don't cover my face with that stuff,” she warned.

“Christ, Sonia, I'm not an idiot,” he muttered. “Stand up and put your arms across your chest, like a mummy.”

Like a mummy? Okaaaay. Standing next to the bed, she crossed her arms and took several deep breaths, as if preparing to go underwater—to expand her rib cage. That should give her as much breathing room as she needed. David wound the plastic wrap around her torso, the thin plastic clinging to her skin, covering so many nerve endings at once she couldn't decide if she felt overstimulated or comforted, the way she did when she was wrapped in a warm blanket.

“How's it feel?” he asked, pausing mid-wrap.

She grinned in response. “It's really tight, but in a good way.” In a moment of truth, before she could censor herself, she blurted: “I like being your prisoner.”

“Oh, yeah?” David stood over her and tilted her chin up
toward his lips. She loved having no choice in the matter as his lips claimed hers, the scruff from his five-o'clock shadow scratching her chin mercilessly. “My virgin-ass prisoner who can't go anywhere, no matter how hard she tries to get away.”

His words made her wet, made her stomach tighten in anticipation. And he kept wrapping, around her belly, then diagonally around first one thigh, then wrapped around both of her thighs, pulling them tightly together but leaving her naked ass open to the air.

With the plastic covering her skin, that small amount of exposed flesh felt completely vulnerable, like at any moment he might do something to that unwrapped skin—lick it, perhaps, and she'd have no way of stopping him. The thought sent a jolt of desire through her.

“Done,” he said, taping off the end by her ankles with a flourish.

The world seemed off balance now, as if she might keel over with no way to catch herself. “I'm going to fall!” she whispered, suddenly scared. She was so vulnerable, wrapped in this position.

“Don't worry, baby, I've got you.” David lifted her, his muscular torso heating her body even more than the plastic wrap as he set her gently on the middle of the bed. With a careful, studious touch, he brushed the hair out of her eyes since she couldn't do it for herself.

“Thank you.”

“God, you look fucking hot like that. Really fucking…” his words trailed off, as if he were lost in thought, or fantasy. “Struggle for me, see if I've done this properly.”

Sonia tried to open her arms, but couldn't. They were completely bound across her chest. Her nipples hardened with arousal against her forearms. She tried to spread her legs, to bend
her knees, to get off the bed. She couldn't. She was completely at her husband's mercy, more so than she'd ever let herself be before.

Her inner thighs felt drenched with her arousal mixed with the sweat from being encased in plastic. The sheets felt so cool on her bare buttocks.

“I'm going to roll you over. Put your head to the side,” David said.

On her stomach, unable to move even the slightest bit, she found herself panting with desire.

He spanked her twice, hard, on each cheek, and she yelped. “That's for telling me not to cover your face. I'm not an idiot. Don't act like you think I am one.”