Best Bondage Erotica 2014 by Rachel Kramer Bussel Page A

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!”
    â€œIs that against the rules, sweetheart? I didn’t know.” I waiteda 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.
    I wound the rope around her chest a few more times, well aware that the more loops I added, the tighter my