Best Bondage Erotica 2014 by Rachel Kramer Bussel Page B

harness would feel. I couldn’t help brushing her nipples in the process. I wanted to squeeze and suckle them. To concentrate on the task at hand, I promised myself that I could spend as long as I wanted on them once I took Alicia to the point of delicious surrender—a place I wasn’t sure she’d actually been before. The idea of being the first top to take her there appealed to me with a fierce, primal tug. I guess everyone likes to pop a cherry.
    This time, I tied her in the “damsel in distress” style, wrapping her in coils of rope from her upper arms down to her ankles. I hoped she’d have a slow, exhausting time ahead of her.
    When I finished, I positioned her carefully on the floor. A lot of girls bliss out when they’re lying inside a tight, restrictive tie. Not Alicia. The moment I released her, she started moving and twisting inside the coil, a small, determined smile playing over her lips.
    This time I made no secret of watching her. The more I handled her, the hotter I got. I wanted to see her cute little body writhing on the floor at my feet. Besides, I needed to be responsible anyway and supervise her—might as well do that in a way I’d enjoy.
    The rope undulated in response to Alicia’s body. She stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth in concentration, seemingly oblivious to everything except the challenge at hand. Ididn’t take this personally. It was my rope that held her, after all. My ties. By focusing on that, she effectively focused on me.
    I’d tied her as tightly as I could, and for several minutes she struggled without finding an opening. I couldn’t help wondering what was going on inside the rope. Was her pussy juicing up in there? Was she getting off on the burn of the rope across her mostly naked body?
    Alicia panted and threw her head back, her eyelids most of the way down. She certainly seemed to be having a sensual experience inside that coil. Again, I had to resist touching her. Even if I were willing to bend the rules of the game to my advantage, I wouldn’t violate the sacred code underlying our contest. She’d made it clear she wouldn’t grant respect until I proved I could hold her. And I wasn’t about to ask for any favors until I had her respect.
    The point of her knee emerged from between two loops of rope. She gave her right leg a funny wiggle, then drew her foot up inside the coil of rope. The toes of her right foot emerged a moment later, working at the tie around her left foot, loosening it steadily. They moved with the sort of subtlety and dexterity that most people have trouble achieving with their fingers. In another part of the coil, I caught a flash of Alicia’s elbows, then the heels of her palms.
    Like a butterfly, she wriggled and climbed her way out of my rope, slowly emerging in all her flushed, slick, beautiful glory. I couldn’t have taken my eyes off her if I’d wanted to.
    And I didn’t feel embarrassed. The muscular artistry of Alicia’s escape mesmerized me too much for that. I started to realize something that Alicia’s other tops must have missed. For all her defiance, I still controlled her as she wrestled with my rope. The dance of emergence and transformation in front of me at that moment took a much different form than her escapefrom my single-column ties a few minutes before. It had its own shape and character, distinct also from the way she’d moved inside Ethan’s ties.
    Even though she wouldn’t surrender to my rope, she’d still allowed me to place a claim on her. It was dynamic, being negotiated by her body before my eyes, but it was a claim nonetheless. She’d trusted and respected me that far, anyway.
    Affection surged through me, and my plans changed just the slightest bit.
    But I couldn’t afford to bask in the glow of my discoveries, because Alicia had nearly finished freeing herself. I rocketed into action, my ties this