Best Bondage Erotica 2013 by Rachel Bussel Page A

afar, up close, out of the corner of my eye. The big square box in the center of the bed, wrapped in shiny red paper with a black satin bow.
    Bryn’s at her office even though it’s a Saturday, having left me with a hungry kiss, a smack on the ass and very clear instructions not to touch.
    â€œNot the box, not the wrappings, not even the little bow.” Leave it to the lawyer to eliminate any loopholes.
    It’s driving me crazy, but of course, that’s the point. I love presents—the giving, the getting, the wonder, the pretty paper, and Bryn never fails to surprise me. But I hate waiting. It makes my fingers itch. I lie on the bed staring intently, as though I might spontaneously develop X-ray vision, but the box remains impenetrable.
    Shiny red paper and a black satin bow. It’s not my birthday, and it sure as hell isn’t Christmas, but it is the day of the biggest fetish party of the year. Imagine literally thousands of leather-clad
(or unclad) kinksters of all genders and orientations dancing to killer beats and playing in the low red light of a massive industrial warehouse. At least, that’s what I imagine it to be; we’ve never been. Bryn is a wicked top, and she gives me everything my submissive heart desires, in private. She’s quite content to keep it at home, but me? I’m a closet exhibitionist and voyeur both. I’m not saying I want her to fuck me in public, but to see and be seen…the thought sends shivers of excitement down my spine.
    It can’t be a coincidence, the appearance of this present on the day of the fetish ball, can it? My fingers inch toward a carefully taped corner. Maybe I could just—
    â€œAh-ah-ah.” Bryn’s admonishment from the bedroom door has me jumping clear off the bed, a guilty blush staining my cheeks.
    â€œI wasn’t going to—”
    â€œOf course you weren’t.” She grabs my ass and pulls my pelvis snug against hers, slanting her mouth across mine by way of greeting.
    â€œWell?” she says expectantly when she lifts her head. I stare at her blankly; kissing Bryn always makes my head feel fuzzy. “Are you going to open it or not?”
    â€œRight!”
    I tear into the brightly colored wrappings with all the gusto of a kid on Christmas morning.
    â€œOoohhhh…” I exclaim when the contents are finally revealed. “It’s so pretty.”
    Pretty is probably not the best word to describe the intricately designed leather body harness lying inside the box, but it’s all I’ve got. My mind’s already three steps ahead, imagining how the soft leather will feel against my skin, the way my breasts will be displayed by the crisscross pattern, and the way Bryn’s eyes
will darken with the possessive hunger I love when she sees me in it.
    I look up at Bryn, who’s looking back at me with an indulgent smile.
    â€œDoes this mean…?” I let my sentence trail off, scarcely believing we might actually be doing this.
    â€œYou’d better get dressed, Cinderella.” Bryn says. “You don’t want to be late for the ball.”
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    I’m half turned on before we even get in the door. It’s everything: the snug feel of the harness beneath my little black SEX SLAVE T-shirt; the rich, sensual smell of the leather; and the smooth, supple feel of it caressing my skin. My leather skirt is barely long enough to cover the curve of my ass, and there’s nothing beneath it but naked skin all the way down to my knee-high, kick-ass boots. Bryn’s in long pants and army boots, and beneath her bomber jacket she’s got a short-sleeved leather button down that makes her look a bit like a leather daddy cop, which is high on the list of things-I-can’t-stop-thinking-about.
    Once we’re inside, it’s warm and dark, and although we’re still far from the action, I can already feel the thrum of the music stealing inside me, fueling