Best Bondage Erotica 2013

by Rachel Bussel

  Riley stared up at her, breathing hard, transfixed, and then shook it off, scrambling to pack everything back into his bag. There was an animal inside of him. Navina could feel it, sense it, maybe even smell it. Riley was denying something, but she didn’t want that. She wanted him to surrender.

  In the hour and a half they’d been out here in the forest, they hadn’t encountered another soul. Well, squirrels and birds, but no people. She could be bold out here, not so buttoned-down as she felt in the office.

  “What are these for, hmm?” Navina scooped up the bungee cords Riley had taken out of his bag when he was searching for a bandage. “Were you planning on stripping me naked, pressing me up against a tree, and wrapping one of these stretchy cords around me so I couldn’t escape?”

  Riley stared at her so intensely she felt at once the predator and the prey.

  “No,” he claimed. His whispered growl scarcely made a sound, but she could feel it in her belly like a looming ball of fire.

  “But what if I just happened to be naked?” she asked, stripping off her $119 T-shirt and then her bra.

  Kneeling at her feet like a faithful hound, Riley looked on in silent lust.

  “What if I were completely naked out here in the woods?” Navina stood, kicking off her other shoe and setting down the bungee cords only long enough to force her new yoga pants to the ground. His face was so close to her mound she could feel his breath filtering through her bush, falling hot against her pussy. “Would you resist me then? Naked in the woods?”

  His response was silent, but it hung on the air like the thick heat of summer. His gaze said it all: worshipful, yet raw. He wanted her. She could feel it. He was trying his damnedest to resist, but he’d never win. Navina was too good at this game.

  Wearing nothing but a single sock, she took off into the forest, running well away from the path. She felt more endangered with every step, and not simply because she was stepping shoeless across twigs and leaves and god knew what else, but because Riley was stalking her like an animal, chasing her. She could hear his footfalls behind her, and she knew he was intent on trapping her and swallowing her whole.

  Navina wasn’t exactly in great shape. There was a stitch in her side before long, and she gulped in air as she ran, but it was never enough. Being shoeless, she couldn’t sprint fast enough to escape. It was time to give in, surrender, hand her body over to him with subdued joy, because she knew Riley better in that moment than ever before. She realized what part she needed to play in order to arouse him fully, and she abandoned herself to that role.

  Wrapping her arms around the thick trunk of a tree, Navina let its rough bark dig into her tender nipples, hissing with the unfamiliar sensation. Riley was hot on her tail, and the moment he came close enough, he tore the bungee cords from her fist, stringing one around her waist and hooking it around the tree.

  She struggled and gasped as he bound her wrists, wrapping the cord around and around them both as she clung to the tree like it could save her, somehow. In her own mind, Navina knew her resistance was all for show, but she wondered what Riley was thinking through all of this. Most probably, he wasn’t thinking at all. His animal self had taken over, and everything was action. Maybe he didn’t even know this was a game. Maybe he didn’t realize Navina was winning.

  He surprised her, then, by binding her feet in a manner so clever she was actually impressed by his ingenuity: he wrapped one of the bungees around her ankle and hooked the clip around the cord, strung it around the tree, and then did the same thing to her other ankle. That way, she was secured around the trunk with no chance of escape, but her legs were also held apart by the pressure of the elastic. That made Navina wonder if she hadn’t given Riley all the credit he deserved. Maybe he was more man than animal, after all.

  There were no words for a moment like this. Navina had thoughts about dangers and risks, but to express them would ruin everything, and she couldn’t do that to him or to herself. She wanted this too much.

  Naked in the middle of the woods, she was hugging a tree and she was bound to it. No escape. She pulled away from the bark, but her belly was stuck there. She tried to lift her feet, but her ankles were secured one to the other. The cord binding her wrists seemed to get tighter the more she struggled, so she quickly learned to stop moving, just let her body be one with the tree. Maybe that’s what Riley wanted. Maybe he loved nature even more than he let on.

  “Where are you?” she asked. She couldn’t see him or feel him or sense him anymore, and that made her uncomfortable.

  “Behind you,” he said in a voice she hardly recognized. It was so deep and dark and grizzly that, for a moment, she wondered if someone else hadn’t taken his place.

  Her face was pressed to the side and there was tree bark carving into her cheek. She was stuck so hard against the trunk that she couldn’t even turn her head.

  “I can’t see you,” she said.

  “You don’t need to,” he replied. The shadow in his tone made her shiver, and it was only then that she felt the juice of her arousal dripping down her thigh. God, she wanted him. How long could he possibly resist?

  “What are you doing?” she asked, then heard the unmistakable hiss of his zipper.

  Navina’s pussy clenched in anticipation. She tried to turn fully to see him, but she was bound too tightly to the tree. No chance of moving. Her belly was pressed flush to the rough bark, her arms wrapped around the trunk, legs drawn apart. When she closed her eyes and pictured herself hugging this tree, all she saw was a tiny woman embracing an enormous woodland phallus.

  But he was still fiddling back there, and she wondered what was taking so long until the snap of latex against bare flesh rang through the forest. He’d put on a condom. That was a relief. And when she imagined him behind her, rolling that tight sheath down his hard cock, a gush of saliva pooled under her tongue. She was hungry for him. When would he come close? When would he finally fuck her?

  “Please,” Navina whimpered. “Don’t make me wait, Riley. I can’t take it anymore.”

  “You have no idea how hot you look,” he replied in an unadulterated growl. His voice was getting closer. That was a good sign. “I want this moment to last forever. Every time I shove my cock in your cunt, I want to see you like this, tied to a tree, with no possible escape.”

  His dirty, dirty words made her hot, made her gasp. Her ties felt tighter around her wrists and waist and ankles, and maybe she was going crazy, but this big tree seemed to be growing thicker between her arms, throbbing every bit as hard as her pussy.

  “Oh, fuck me, Riley, please, please, please!” The words came out in a whisper, but she was sure he’d heard them. It was so quiet out here in the woods. Her voice’s only competition was the distant shuffling of squirrels in the leafy ground cover and birdsong overhead. Aside from that, just the breeze kissed her bare skin.

  And then, Riley’s footfalls approached her naked body, slowly, even-paced, torturing her with the wait. She’d never imagined he could be like this. At work, he was friendly at best, pleasantly aloof at worst. Out here in the woods, he was like a big cat, a cougar, teasing her. He’d captured her, strung her up, and now he was playing with his food. She wished he’d just devour her. When would it happen?

  “Please,” Navina begged him. “I want it so badly. Feel my pussy! Feel how wet I am just for you.”

  He growled. No words. He growled and lurched forward and shoved his hand between her wet thighs, cupping her mound hard, squeezing. His firm fingers compressed her pussy lips, forcing them against her engorged and aching clit. It felt so good, so incredibly amazing, that she rubbed herself against his hand.

  “Oh, god,” she whimpered as he stole his touch away. Much longer and Navina would have come for sure.

  “You’re right,” Riley growled. His fingers were back now, teasing, entering and opening her wet slit. “Christ, you’re juicy down here. You must really love that tree.”

  She laughed, but he didn’t, and she won
dered if he was serious.

  “No,” Navina said. “It’s you, Riley. It’s all for you.”

  His thick fingers played inside of her, twisting, stretching, opening, taunting. She wanted so badly to touch her clit, and every few moments she tried reaching down for it, constantly forgetting she was tied around the tree. How could she forget a thing like that, especially when her arms were aching, nearly numb?

  “Your cock,” she pleaded. “I want your cock. Can I have it?”

  “In your pussy?” he asked, working his fingers slowly in and out.

  “Yessss,” she hissed, bucking her ass toward him as much as the bungee cords would allow. “Put it in me, Riley. Fuck me hard.”

  The tree’s thick bark impressed itself upon her cheek as she arched her back, presenting for him like an animal, like she was saying, “Here’s my pussy. Here it is. Take it.”

  And he did, drawing his fingers away and replacing them with a thick, hot erection. He didn’t go slow. He didn’t take his time. Once his cockhead found her wet cunt, he shoved his dick inside, all the way in until it panged way up in her belly. She winced, feeling him swell within her core, his cock pulsing and pounding like a heartbeat between her legs.

  He thrust inside of her, holding her waist so hard she knew she’d have bruises in the morning. With every drive forward, her breasts smashed against the tree and her hips crushed Riley’s fingers into that rough bark. Obviously his pain threshold didn’t match hers, because he quickly pulled his fingers away, hissing and shaking them out at her sides.

  “Don’t be a baby,” Navina taunted, hoping to invoke something like wrath.

  Riley growled, which was a good start. When he wrapped his arms fully around hers, encompassing not only her body but also the tree trunk, she smiled despite the pressure. He was everywhere now, in her, over her, all around. With every thrust, he jammed her body against the unforgiving tree.

  Navina could feel the give in her flesh where it allowed the bark to ram into her breasts, her belly, her thighs. Thank goodness her bush was thick enough to cushion her clit, or she’d be in trouble. As it was, she felt the scratchy rub of her pubic hair on her engorged pussy lips, beckoning her toward the edge.

  “Oh, I’m gonna come!” Her face was grinding against the tree hard enough to make her cringe. What was she going to tell her family when she got home? That she fell and hit her head on a tree? Repeatedly?

  But the pain scorching the front of her body only added to her pleasure as Riley rammed her from behind. She wanted to be mashed to a pulp against this pulsing, throbbing tree, not because she welcomed violence against her person but because, in that moment, Navina felt so much at one with the giant phallus that she wanted to be the tree. She wanted to be part of it, inside its leaves and its wood, inside the very bark digging so ruthlessly into her skin.

  “Yes,” she hissed, though the pain was making her light-headed. “Fuck me, Riley. I’m gonna come so hard.”

  His lips parted against her ear, and his hot breath sizzled inside of her when he growled, “Come…hard.”

  She winced as he fucked her laboriously now, metronomically, groaning with every forward lurch. His cock throbbed inside her pussy in time with the tree pulsing within the circle of her loving arms. She’d never adored nature quite as much as she did in this beautiful moment. The scratches and bumps all down her front only added to her reverence for this huge tree, and Riley’s sizzling flesh against her back made her feel complete.

  Between Riley and the tree, she felt sandwiched by two magnificent lovers, and she knew that was strange but she didn’t care. Right now, the world was a tilted forest of dizzying pleasures. Her head felt very light, but also unbearably heavy, and she let Riley and the tree support her mass while she hollered and cried.

  “Yes,” she screamed, with no worries of being heard by other hikers. “Fuck me, Riley, yes! Fuck me hard. Don’t stop!”

  The words scattered from her lips, which were fat and bloodied where they met the tree’s rough bark, but she didn’t stop screaming. She was floating above herself, watching Riley’s intrepid motion, his naked asscheeks clenching with every thrust. Oh, he was so handsome, so wonderfully, granola-crunchingly handsome she could hardly stand the sight of his face scrunched up, eyes shut tight, flinching and moaning as he spilled his seed.

  His breath fell hot against her ear as he panted, “Oh, god, I can’t believe…that was so… Oh, god…”

  Navina smiled sleepily and cooed, “That was amazing.”

  “I know,” Riley replied. His voice was less grizzly than it had been.

  The strong silent tree bore Navina’s weight while Riley pulled his spent cock from her cunt. Hobbling around its trunk, he untied her wrists and unbound her ankles. “I hope I didn’t…I mean, I hope you’re…you’re not hurt, are you?”

  Cuddling against the bark’s jagged planes, Navina repeated, “That was amazing.”

  Riley came in behind her, supporting her shattered body as he unhooked the bungee cord around her waist. He’d been very prepared indeed, having unpacked and unfolded a fleece blanket before the fun began. Now he pulled her down onto it and held her quietly while she stared past his face, up into the treetops.

  “Everything’s so green up there.” She pointed. The feeling was coming back into her arms, and they tingled so enthusiastically it hurt.

  “Do you get it now?” Riley asked. “What nature represents to me, I mean?”

  “Yeah, I do.” Navina took a deep breath of clean air and smiled. “And I’m not just saying that. I really, totally get it now. I never did before.”

  Tilting her head, she looked down across her body. There were a few little scrapes, but nothing so tragic as she’d imagined. Mainly, there were lots of indentations from the bark, which made her flesh a bumpy brown terrain. She laughed when he traced an antiseptic cloth all over her body, cleansing her thoroughly, worshiping every inch of her skin.

  They rested naked together for a long time, listening to birdsong and trying to be invisible. Navina had never felt so deeply connected to anyone or anything. As she cuddled against Riley, she understood where she fit in the world as a whole, on this planet and among the people, and she wondered if she would remember all this later, back in the dirty city air.

  “I’ll go get your clothes,” Riley offered after a while.

  When he rose, she watched him walk naked toward the trail, his cute buttcheeks clenching and releasing with every step. Suddenly her blood froze in her veins and she felt terribly self-conscious, like someone must be watching her. She turned toward the tree, and there beside it was a deer, a young one, male. Its legs were spindly, shockingly thin, and it had Bambi’s huge eyes but not the white spots. In fact, patches of sandy fur were missing along its side, and Navina wondered if that was normal or if the animal was sick.

  Its eyes were so huge and heart-wrenchingly earnest that she struggled to look away, even for a moment, but she did, in order to call out, “Riley! Riley, look! Look over there!”

  He turned when he heard her and gazed in the direction she was pointing, then shook his head and asked, “What?”

  Navina turned, but the deer was gone. She picked herself up, though her body felt bruised and exhausted, and her shaky legs barely supported her weight. When she looked around in all directions, there was no sign of the young stag, no evidence it had been there at all. Ever.

  Gone, just like that.

  A PUBLIC SPECTACLE

  D. L. King

  “Janice, enter the circle of light and disrobe.”

  Janice walks into the spotlight. It isn’t very bright, but since the rest of the room is fairly dark, it serves to make her the focus of attention. She’s nondescript. You might call her “medium”—medium height, medium-to-slightly-heavy weight, medium-brown hair of a medium length. Her age is indeterminate—somewhere between twenty-five and thirty-nine. Medium age. Her clothes aren’t flashy. Actually, she looks like she has come to the spotlight directly from te
aching a tenth-grade English class.

  She obeys. She steps out of her low-heeled brown pumps and places them against the wall, out of the circle of light. Reaching behind her, she unzips her summer-weight cotton print knee-length dress and steps out of it. She folds it and places it with her shoes. She steps out of her white nylon half-slip and is left in her white cotton nondescript bra and the seemingly out-of-character black cotton thong. The slip goes the way of the dress and shoes. She stops and turns to the sound of my voice.

  “Bra, Janice. Leave the panties on.”

  Looking straight ahead, she swallows. She can hear the watchers but can’t see them, in the circle of light as she is. Janice reaches behind her back, unhooks her bra, slips it off her shoulders and pulls it away from her body. She tosses it in the general direction of her other clothes and stands with her hands clasped in front of her.

  “Careless. Place the bra neatly with the rest of your clothing.”

  Janice walks out of the light then returns. Once again, she stands as before. Her breasts are not large, but they are large enough to sag just a bit. Her waist is a little thicker than it appears in clothes, and her thighs rub together just below her sex. The dim light picks up the shadows of a few bruises, one on her thigh and another on the side of her breast.

  I love her breasts—the feel of them in my hands.

  “Come here, Janice.”

  Once again, Janice walks out of the circle of light and over to me. I buckle on her leather wrist and ankle cuffs, the heavy ones with the steel rings, and then I hold up her heavy leather collar. It matches her cuffs and has the same utilitarian steel ring. Janice opens her mouth and licks her lips. She nods slightly, giving her assent, and I buckle the collar around her neck.

  After her collar is fastened, I let my hands trail down her shoulders and arms. I feel her shiver slightly. Her eyes begin to lose focus, but only for a moment. The act of fastening my collar around her neck always has that effect on her.

  “Ready?” Janice nods her little nod. “Climb up on the horse, girl.”