Best Bondage Erotica of the Year

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  “And what word would that be?”

  She’d at least done some research.

  “Volcano.” I step toward her. “I’m going to take off your panties. Do you mind?”

  She nods.

  “Why are you being so polite? I didn’t think you were supposed to be nice about it.”

  “I don’t have to be.”

  I reach under her skirt and rip her panties off her body with one firm snatch. They’re damp. I lift them to my nose and inhale. I glance down and watch her legs tremble.

  “I’m always polite unless I’m asked to do otherwise. Since this is your first time I thought the gentle approach would be best.”

  I pull the rest of the line of cable into the back of the van, slam the door, toss the end of the cable between her legs, and catch it before it hits the floor. My hand moves up her inner thigh. She squirms at my touch. The cable loosely hangs in my hand as I stop my thumb an inch away from her cunt.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” she gasps.

  I pull the cable tight. It forces her to bend over and I quickly wrap the cable around her legs and wrists. “The first thing I want to show you is the power dynamic. There were pop culture generalities you tossed at them and they began to pull back because of it.” I loosely wrap the cable around her legs a couple of times. “How do you feel?”

  “Nervous.” Her voice trembles.

  “Why? You said you trust me? Why nervous, or is there a better word you can use?”

  “Vulnerable, okay?”

  “Is that because of the position of your body or is it because you don’t think you have any control like this?” She hesitates. I pull the cable taut, which forces her to bend over even more, exposing her pussy. A whimper of panic slips from her mouth. I glide my hand between her legs and collapse my fingers on her clit. I keep my hand steady as she writhes into my palm. I stroke my thumb along her labia, parting her lips, and halt at the base of her opening. “If you slide back on my thumb I’ll untie you and we can go back to coiling wire until the tow truck shows up.”

  I can almost feel her mental paradox. She’s wet. She wants my thumb inside her but the reward of not doing so has her trapped.

  “So, you don’t want my thumb inside you?” I ask.

  “I do but—”

  “All you have to do is tilt your hips back and—”

  “I don’t want to,” Danica shrieks. I let the sound settle around us before I say another word.

  “And whose choice was that?”

  She glances back at me. I stroke my thumb downward and leave it at the base of her opening.

  “Mine,” she groans.

  Her legs tremble with fatigue. I pull my hand away and study her. Each curve of her body is familiar yet so different from what I remember. Then again, so am I. The younger me would’ve fallen under her spell, allowed her teasing to get me to the point of frustration, and fucked the hell out of her just because she let me. It would be so easy to return to that but I’ve learned what I desire most since the last time we were together. I crave to take her to the peak of her desire. I want her to allow me to push her limits to the point where she can’t hold back anymore. I noisily suck my thumb before reaching forward and placing the tip of my thumb right outside her sphincter. She squeals and leans forward. I pull the cable tight again to stop her from falling and hook the loose end to the editing bay. She’s now in a semi-suspended state. Any adjustment to this posture and she would cascade forward and crash face-first into the pile of cables. I remove my hand and step in front of her.

  “You almost look good enough to fuck.” I brush back the sweat-matted hair from her forehead. “Almost,” I repeat and replace my hand underneath her chin. “Is that what you want?” I remove my hand from her forehead, unzip my pants, and pull out my dick. A stream of precome glistens off the head. She opens her mouth to engulf me but I step away. “What makes you think you deserve it?”

  “Please,” she cries out.

  “Fine. I’ll untie you, we can finish coiling this wire and maybe when we get back to the lodge?”

  “What do you want from me?” she asks in a strained voice.

  “To feel you come but not until I tell you to.”

  I move behind her with my hard cock still ejected from my pants and lean forward. The head of my dick slips between her legs. She releases a hungry growl as she waits for me to enter her. I know she thinks I’m going to use my cock but instead I glide two fingers deep inside her cunt.

  “Oh god,” she squeals. She writhes on my digits frantically. I allow her to let go for a moment before I give her a gentle reminder.

  “Not until I say so, remember?”

  She stops. Her body shivers and I wait for her next reaction. Her pussy contracts on my fingers. Her legs flutter as I sense her craving release.

  “What are you feeling, Danica?”

  “I want to come so bad.”

  “But you don’t need to, right?” I flutter my fingers inside her. Danica shivers and squeezes her cunt even tighter around my fingers.

  “Yes, I need it,” she shouts.

  “I don’t believe you.”

  I quickly remove my fingers and stroke my cock with the wetness from her pussy. I know I can’t hold off much longer.

  “What you’re feeling now is just a small part of what you were missing in your report. It’s that balance between wants and needs that adds to the excitement. You have to willingly give yourself over to the experience. I’ve been on both sides so I know what you’re going through. Do you need to come or want to?”

  “Need to,” she gasps.

  “Then I give you permission.”

  I wait. I want her to beg for it and continue to stroke my cock until she does. She attempts to free her hands so she can finger herself but the harder she struggles the tighter the cable gets.

  “Please, Rudy. Fuck me. Please!”

  Her wish is my command. I gingerly aim the head of my cock and slowly enter her. She furiously comes when I’m halfway inside her. The force of her contraction on my cock frees me. I grab her hips and desperately pump into her. She’s given me exactly what I needed, and I drown myself in my carnal lust for her with each thrust. Moments later I come. I continue to pump my cock inside her until I’m completely empty and my body weak. I remove my cock and unhook the cable from the editing bay. I grab her limp body before she collapses and slowly untangle the cable from around her.

  “I might be able to see if they will grant you another attempt to interview them. We’ve got two more days here. Might as well make it count, right?”

  Her legs regain strength. I reach down and pull apart the mess of cables that had her feet trapped. Danica turns to me and gives me a kiss as her hand wraps around my cock.

  “I’d love that,” she states. The feeling of her hand around my dick has me starting to get hard again.

  “But first we need to clean up this wire.” I pull her hand away from my cock and replace it with the BNC cable I’d tied her up with.

  “Over and under. That’s the best way to make sure those cables don’t get damaged.”

  I put my cock back in my pants, pick up some of the cables, and hang them back on their hooks. I look at Danica as she continues to struggle coiling the cable.

  “I have some actual rope in my room back at the lodge, by the way.”

  She gazes at me and delivers a coy smile.

  “You constantly surprise me, Rudy,” she states. “I can’t wait to see what you want to show me when we get to the lodge.”

  PROTOCOL

  Angora shade

  She’d had enough. Morganna Grey’s body screamed, her taste buds hungered; she needed to be heard, fed, and adored. Somehow being in orbit around an alien world made stepping out of her timid skin easier, unleashing something just as wild and unknown as the planet visible from the space station’s port-side windows. Far from home and beyond the boundaries of her normal reality, she felt like a different person
—almost like an alien herself, relying on and responding strictly to her most primal needs.

  Having slept, eaten, bathed, and groomed, Morganna’s last and strongest need was sex. Sex seemed like it was everywhere, calling out to her. It was written on the brass wall plates with the station’s model number: PEN-15. Penis. Sex mocked her each time she looked down on the planet below: Phornic-8. Fornicate. Sex beckoned every time she thought of her sole companion on the station, the rest of the minimal crew having gone to explore the plethora of life on Phornic’s Earth-like surface.

  “Captain?” Morganna closed the door behind her as she entered the cramped equipment bay, gripping the railing to pull herself along in the zero-gravity environment. Raymond Myers was crouched near the floor, busily pressing buttons and failing to shift his gaze to respond. She hated that. By now she deserved some basic eye contact.

  His voice was the wrong kind of hard, uptight and guarded while remaining polite. “What does my first officer require?”

  Morganna’s toes pushed off the wall, propelling her body forward through the air. She grabbed a handgrip on the ceiling to Raymond’s left, slowing her momentum. She floated above him, watching him flip a sheet of paper and press another button with his thumb. The console sprang to life, spitting CO2 readings, oxygen levels, and fuel status in a symphony of data.

  “Look at me, Captain.”

  He didn’t. He almost never did. In the early days of their service together, she’d thought he was too formal or task-oriented for niceties. She’d seen him struggle with more than a quick glance in her direction, and he’d take hesitant steps back when in her presence, leading Morganna to think he disliked her. But over time she realized it must be something else; he had no trouble communicating eye to eye with any other members of their crew. It wasn’t until she’d felt his piercing stare on her back and caught his quiet observation from her peripheral vision that she understood. Raymond only looked at her when he thought she wouldn’t notice, and not in the way a superior officer regarded someone from his team; it was the way a man looked at a woman.

  Raymond grabbed a tethered wrench and brought it close to his task to adjust a pressure gauge. “If it’s not pressing, let me be.” A grunt and turn of his tool sent his biceps flexing, his button-down shirt stretching over the contours of his back as he tinkered with a control nut.

  Morganna hated how she couldn’t see his muscular body through his uniform.

  “This fix is testing my patience, but I need to have our artificial gravity working again before the rest of the crew comes back.”

  So like him: take-charge, focused, and blind to subtle hints. He couldn’t see past his next goal, wouldn’t rest until he’d tasted success. Even after hours of tenacious work, break was not in his vocabulary.

  She gritted her teeth. “Raymond . . .”

  “Raymond?” He shook his head, scanned a diagram with his finger, and pushed another button. “That’s a breach of protocol.”

  She couldn’t hide the frustration in her tone. “So is this.”

  He finally lifted his head. His expression was difficult to read, but his eyes said it all. Blue was his favorite color, and she’d chosen the revealing lingerie she was wearing accordingly. Raymond Myers not only looked at her now, he stared, his gaze wandering over the excessive lace on the barely there matching bra and panty set.

  There was fire in his eyes. She could tell she’d managed to tap into the tightly reined hunger he’d kept bottled for so long. He drank her in like a thirsting beast, every inch of the bare and scarcely covered flesh she knew he’d longed for.

  “NASA frowns upon fraternization in orbit; you know that.”

  Morganna detected a tremor in his hands as he wrenched himself back to task.

  “Power shifts amongst crew members . . .” He pointedly reached for a screwdriver. “High emotions affecting decisions . . . Not to mention the physics involved with no gravity.”

  Morganna’s heart sank, but his last comment made the corners of her ruby-stained mouth turn upward in a sly grin. The thought of them here, together, now, was playing in his mind. She wondered if he’d envisioned their bodies floating in unison, exploring limitless pathways of skin with fingertips and tongues.

  Her grin spread like a rush of heat, reaching the tips of her every extremity, causing her to brave another try, push down from the ceiling, and rest her polished-nailed foot on Raymond’s shoulder.

  Raymond’s body stiffened. She could feel the tension in him, the physical temptation and indecision. The air bristled with his restrained physical power as he battled internally between protocol and desire. His head turned, his brow rising as his eyes traced the length of her slender leg all the way to the top.

  His voice weighed what they already knew, but his tone hinted at repressed excitement, not strict rejection. “This is a very bad idea.”

  Morganna brought herself close to him, face-to-face. She leaned in slowly, allowing him the opportunity to turn away. But, for the first time, his eyes locked on hers and drove hard to the center of her soul. Her breath caught in her chest as his head tilted and his lips found hers. A full-body flush washed over her as she crushed herself to him, her tongue raging to explore and dance within his mouth.

  Surprise rippled through his body. Morganna felt him hesitate beneath her forcefulness before relenting and giving in to her demanding confidence. She wasn’t the type to take charge, but she had grown tired of waiting for him to do so. So far from Earth, Morganna felt strangely free—propriety, bureaucracy, and rules unable to chain her to the ground. You could take a human off-planet, but the libido came along for the ride.

  Raymond’s strong arms wrapped behind her back, his fingers petting her desperate skin while his tongue swirled. The hairs on her arms rose in anticipation, trailing like an electric jolt up her neck and down her thighs. Morganna could smell the scent of mild soap on Raymond’s ebony skin and taste raw desire in his kiss. He wanted her.

  And he’d have her.

  She would give him something to remember, force him to notice her a little more often. Make him look at her.

  Morganna reached into a mesh basket that held lengths of the tough safety tethers they used to secure themselves in place when a task required two hands in zero gravity. Either end could clip, via carabiner, to notches or handgrips spaced evenly across the walls, floors, and ceiling. Slack could be adjusted with the pull of a buckle. There would be no floating away, no bumping apart.

  Morganna stretched and brought them both more upright, using handholds on either side of Raymond to snare his body and push him up against the wall, before locking his waist into place, right and left.

  A playful, amused twinkle sparked in his eyes when he spoke, as if he found her forcefulness flattering. “First Officer Grey, I am your superior. What do you think you’re doing?”

  She cinched the band hard and was rewarded with his lip-sputtering grunt. “Seeing to this station’s top priority, Captain.”

  Her mouth found his again, distracting his attention long enough to hook another belt to the handle of a drawer, then to the lipped edge of a shelf on Raymond’s right, trapping his knees in place. Morganna reached for another tether when she felt his hand exploring the lace at her breasts and the brush of his thumb over her nipple. As pleasant tingles rushed over her torso, she almost forgot herself. His other hand held the back of her neck while his tongue found her jaw, alternating licks and gentle nips. Goose bumps broke out over her flesh. She flushed again, anticipating all the sensations to come.

  Morganna brought her hand behind her head and took hold of Raymond’s wrist while she plucked his other from her breast. A few moments later she had his fingers intertwined and his wrists bound tightly together with a band she locked to a single grip-hold in the ceiling. Their mouths parted and Raymond looked at her inquisitively, held fast to the wall like a fly to flypaper.

  He chuckled into the excited air. “Well, now. You’ve taken me prisoner and left all m
y clothes on?”

  Morganna grasped the bulge in his pants with her palm and squeezed until she’d forced a deep sound from the back of Raymond’s throat. “I have a plan, Captain.” She dug both hands into his waist and shifted the hem of his shirt from its proper tucked-in position, watching the tails levitate.

  He’d never sounded so playful. “Do tell.”

  Morganna unzipped his fly and reached in, pulling out his needy cock through the slit of his boxers and holding the fleshy rod of satisfaction in her hand.

  She stood back, appreciating her handiwork, but began to float too far away. She pivoted and reached for the last tether, loosened the slack, and hooked herself onto the wall. An arm’s length of space stood between them, with enough flexible fabric against her back to not restrict her movements. This would do. She was pleased.

  “That’s quite the grin on your face.”

  Morganna wiggled out of her undies and draped them over a single finger. She could feel his eyes drawn to her bare, groomed pussy, following the natural downward arrow from her pubic bone to aroused, pink labia. She dove in for a kiss, her hands on either side of his face. Raymond’s cock twitched against her thigh when she pulled his lower lip away from his gums with her teeth.

  A heavy lust crisped his every word. “I’ve always wanted you.”

  “I think . . .” She trailed a pointer finger over the soft hairs of his face and dipped them into his mouth. His facial muscles sucked her in, his tongue working circles. Morganna felt her pussy clench, desire washing over her like warm bathwater. But she maintained her control and withdrew her finger. Balling up her panties, she filled Raymond’s pretty, dark mouth. “You talk too much.”

  His eyes widened, but he didn’t object. He was too surprised. But she could tell Raymond approved; although the fabric wasn’t enough to completely fill his cheeks, he understood the purpose and played along, a little bit of lace protruding from his mouth, his smirk undeniable.

  She grasped his waist and sank lower toward the floor, her knees bent and her eyes lifting up to watch Raymond’s growing look of adoration. He sighed heavily the moment she wrapped her fingers around his smooth cock, his thigh muscles flexing as she smacked her lips, tilted his hard length to the side, and licked him, slow and light, from stem to tip. With a tilt in the other direction, she repeated her actions and watched in fascination as a drop of arousal beaded like translucent sugar frosting from his head. The droplet swayed as her breath fell upon it, and she scooped it onto her finger. Licking the length of her digit and plunging it into her mouth, she savored Raymond’s unique flavor as a delightful determination overcame what was left of the timid woman she’d been on Earth. “I’m going to drain you dry, Captain.”