by Alison Tyler
“Now, roll over like a good boy.”
“What the fuck?”
“Do it, Dean. You know you want to.”
“What do I want? What do you think I want?”
She bent down and pressed her lips to the side of his neck and kissed him. Then she bit his left earlobe and whispered, “You want me to whip you, and then you want me to fuck you.”
“You’re crazy.”
She put her hand on his cock. His dick throbbed.
“Am I?”
He swallowed and looked at her. “How do you know what I want?”
“Simple. Because you’ve been looking for years without ever finding it. Because you’re on an endless quest, a nameless search, and you think you know what you’re looking for...but you don’t.”
She climbed onto the mattress and got between his legs. She licked his balls and he rattled the headboard once more. Christ, what was she doing to him? His head was spinning.
“Turn over, Dean. Turn over and let me make it all better.”
He could tell her to release him, and he was pretty sure she would. He thought he’d check to see.
“Undo the cuffs.”
She pulled the key out immediately. It was dangling from a chain around her neck. “You want me to?” She moved to the headboard, but before she could insert the key into the lock, he stopped her.
“No.” He’d just been testing. Now he saw that he was safe. If he needed her to let him go, she would. But he didn’t want her to let him go. Not really.
He moved on the mattress, rolling over, the handcuff chain turning with him. He was stretched out on the bed on his stomach, his cock a living beast beneath him, craving release. He could feel the precome leaking out, and he wondered whether she knew how close he was.
She seemed to know everything.
Connie climbed off the bed and he turned to look at her. Stunning, that’s what she was. In that white silk robe that barely skimmed her thighs, she was a vision. Her long hair was so perfectly pin-straight. Her eyes were bright and warm for being such a dark brown. He tended to do the blondes. But he suddenly couldn’t remember why. She had small tits, and he always went for big knockers. She had slim hips, and that dark patch of curls between her thighs, and...
She doubled up the belt and then struck her first blow. He winced, but didn’t say a word. His cock twitched. He would not say that he liked it, but he knew that he did. The pain turned something on inside of him, something he’d never felt before. She struck him again, and he bit the inside of his bottom lip. He wondered how hard she’d hit him, how long she’d make this last. The third blow made him exhale between his teeth, a hissing sigh. He knew all about pain from the gym. He worked out to the nth degree, keeping his body in the type of tip-top shape required for his extracurricular activities. He liked to push himself past his previous boundaries, always striving for a new level, a new number on the machines.
This pain was different. She hit him rapidly, crisscrossing his ass with the blows, and he saw red behind closed lids, a dark purply red that colored this new experience. Where there was pain, there was also pleasure. When she’d reached ten, Connie stroked her palm over his heated skin. She touched the welts, and he groaned.
“You like that.” This wasn’t a question.
He answered anyway, “Yeah.” There was no reason to lie to her. She could tell for herself.
“You want to fuck me?” He looked at her, and he realized he did. Badly.
“Yeah.”
“It will cost you ten more to fuck my pussy.”
He nodded instantly. He could take ten more. She struck him, and she counted the blows. The leather seemed to lick at his skin, each stripe reverberating deep inside of him.
When she reached ten, he expected her to uncuff him, to let him at her, in her. He could not wait to feel her warm, wet pussy on his cock. But she paused and bent close to him once more, as she had at the start.
“You want me to fuck you?” she asked.
His heart pounded hard in his chest. What was she offering?
“Dean? You want me to fuck you?”
He nodded before he could stop himself, his head bobbing up and down.
“I’m sorry, Dean,” she said, and she sounded genuinely sorry. “But it will cost you.”
His ass was striped and hot. But he knew what she was going to say, and he knew his answer.
“Yeah,” he said. “Yes. Whatever you want.”
“It’s about what you want. Don’t you get that yet?”
He saw her at eighteen, in her parents’ pool, that little scarlet bikini. How had he forgotten her? How had he blocked that night from his memory? Her hair had been shorter then, and her eyes hadn’t seemed sad at all. They’d been hopeful. He’d felt pleased nailing such a pretty young thing, and doing it practically under the eyes of her rich daddy.
“I want it,” he said. “Please. I want it.”
“Ten more strokes,” she told him. “You count this time.”
He did, stuttering every few numbers, fucking the mattress with his hips when he couldn’t help himself. She gave him an extra two for that. He was supposed to behave; she thought he understood.
When she reached twelve, she dropped the leather and went to her suitcase. He was shivering all over, watching as she brought out a harness and a dildo. She unzipped a little cosmetics case and drew out a bottle of lube. He felt her slick the liquid between his asscheeks, really working it into his hole with her pointer. He groaned and buried his face into the pillows. Embarrassment flooded through him, but when she slid one hand under his body and pumped his dick, he understood that she liked this as much as he did.
He watched her again, watched as she dropped the shorty robe and fastened on the harness and synthetic cock. She climbed onto the bed behind him, shoving him roughly into the position she wanted, splitting him open. There was more lube then, a river of lube, and he felt the slippery liquid dripping onto his balls.
“You remember fucking me that time, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“And the things you said to me?”
What had he said? Who remembered sex talk after eighteen years?
“You said I was beautiful.”
“You were...you are...”
She had the head of the cock pressed right against his hole. He was tense with anticipation, waiting.
“You said you’d never been with a girl as pretty as me.”
“I hadn’t...” He didn’t know what he was supposed to be saying. He was practically talking gibberish, waiting for her to push forward.
“And you took my number, but you never called.”
He wanted to look at her, but she put one hand on the back of his head, pushing his face against the pillow. He couldn’t meet her eyes, not from this position. He wanted to apologize for his former self, except his former self was who he was now. Who he’d always been. Tossing the numbers in the garbage, so many numbers, so many years.
“You’re lucky,” he said, turning his head so he was facing the wall. “You wouldn’t have wanted to be with me.”
That was true. He felt as if he was saying something honest. She slid the head of the cock into his ass, and he groaned and clenched his eyes shut tight. But somehow he couldn’t stop talking.
“I was that guy,” he panted. “The wrong guy. The one who only wanted to get in your pants. I’ve always been that guy.”
She slid in deeper, and he groaned again. Christ, he’d never felt anything like that before.
“That’s okay, Dean. You’re forgiven. You took your punishment.”
She was all the way in now, and he felt as if she was pounding into his soul. Her hips moved fast; she was really reaming him. His cock was a beast between his legs, demanding, wondering where the pussy was. His ass felt stuffed full, spread open. She pulled out, moving away from him, and he turned his head to look at her over his shoulder, desperate.
“Don’t worry, Dean. I’m just adding mo
re lube.”
She patted him on the ass and then resumed the fucking. He never wanted it to stop. As she worked him now, she brought one hand under his body to jack his cock. Her fist was greasy from the lube, and he knew she was going to make him come.
“After I’m done, you can go out,” she whispered. “You can go and get one of your little bikini babes. You can notch your belt.”
“No,” he shook his head. He’d almost reached his limits. “No, I won’t. I don’t want to.”
“Why, Dean? Why not?”
He was panting, crazy with lust. “I want to stay here. With you.”
“But I’ll do cruel things to you.”
Oh, god, she was going to make him spurt all over the white sheets.
“Tell me...” he was begging. “What will you do?”
“I’ll make you eat me out for hours,” she said. “I’ll make you lick my asshole.”
He was coming now, coming as she reamed his ass, coming all over her hand and the sheets and his belly. She pulled out and undid the harness, tossing the thing to the corner. She brought the handcuff key to the headboard and undid his left wrist. She pulled the cuffs free, but before she could undo his right wrist cuff, he clicked the left one back on. He was still her captive, simply not bound to the bed.
“Please,” he said. He lay down on his back and he looked at her. “Let me.”
“Let you what?”
“Sit on my face, Connie. Let me lick your pussy and your asshole. Don’t set me free. I don’t want to be free.”
“Are you sure?” she asked. She squeezed his cock roughly as she spoke. He was already semihard again.
“Yes.”
“How bad do you want it?”
His heart was a raging force in his chest. He had never felt like this before. Awake. Alive. Near desperate with need.
“It’s all I want, Connie.”
He had come to Spring Break, broken. He realized that as she positioned herself above him. He’d always been broken. She hovered over his face, teasing him, taunting him. He reared up, but she moved so she was out of reach.
“Please,” he said, his voice husky with longing. “Please.”
As he licked her ass, making tight circles with the point of his tongue, he realized that he’d changed. He was changing. No more Lost Boy for Dean. Connie arched her hips and spread her cheeks wide for him. He drove his tongue in her, thinking this was all he would ever want to do. He could move here. Be here with her. What better place for a lifeguard than Miami?
Connie fucked his face, and he swam in pleasure. He’d been broken, but she was fixing him. When she was done, he’d be glued together, maybe. Cracks and hair-fine fractures visible to anyone who knew where to look. But fixed, just the same.
He didn’t want to be broken anymore.
TIE ME DOWN
Dan Grogan
I am the rope that binds you.
Restricting movement keeps you safe from dangers;
However you’re relieved when you’re let free.
Your blood and lymph flow normally again,
Mobility restored to aching limbs.
I’m lost now, though, just lying on the floor,
No longer having purpose, coiled
Upon myself and put away until
The next time I am needed to restrain you.
I know that someday I will be exhausted—
Frayed, kinked, broken—from efforts to confine,
And I will be discarded for new rope.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
By day, JAX BAYNARD is a financial investment advisor. By night, she makes her own (and her clients’) fantasies come true. This part-time dominatrix’s short fiction has appeared in With This Ring, I Thee Bed; Pleasure Bound; online and in several literary journals.
RACHEL KRAMER BUSSEL (rachelkramerbussel.com) is the editor of over fifty anthologies, including Anything for You: Erotica for Kinky Couples, Spanked, Bottoms Up, Cheeky Spanking Stories, Orgasmic, Irresistible, Fast Girls and is Best Bondage Erotica and Best Sex Writing series editor. She writes widely about sex, dating, books and pop culture.
Although ANDREA DALE sometimes dabbles in flash fiction, she doesn’t necessarily believe that brevity is the soul of wit. Has she tantalized you? Do you want to know more? Visit cyvarwydd.com and see what else she has to say.
DANTE DAVIDSON’s short stories have appeared in assorted anthologies including Bondage; Naughty Stories from A to Z; Best Bondage Erotica; The Merry XXXmas Book of Erotica; Luscious; Morning, Noon, and Night and Sweet Life. With Alison Tyler, he is the coauthor of the “classic” Bondage on a Budget and Secrets for Great Sex After 50.
JOAN DEFERS is a lover of manly men and fancy underpants. She blogs at JoanDefers.com, where she hopes to deliver quality erotic content to Internet smarties. She’s currently working on a short-story collection, and she’s probably just two innocent mistakes away from a much-deserved spanking.
KIKI DELOVELY (kikidelovely.wordpress.com) is a queer femme writer/performer whose work has appeared in various publications, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2011 and 2012, Salacious Magazine, Take Me There: Transgender and Genderqueer Erotica and Say Please: Lesbian BDSM Erotica.
As a naughty girl on a journey of self-discovery as an erotic writer, TAMSIN FLOWERS is as keen to entertain her readers as she is to explore every aspect of female erotica. She writes light-hearted stories that are perfect for reading on your own or with someone in whom you have more than a passing interest....
SACCHI GREEN’s (sacchi-green.blogspot.com) stories have appeared in a hip-high stack of publications with erotically inspirational covers, and she’s also edited eight erotica anthologies, including Lipstick on Her Collar, Girl Crazy, Lesbian Cowboys (winner of a Lambda Literary Award), Lesbian Cops and Girl Fever.
DAN GROGAN has lived most of his years in the open spaces and high plateaus of the western United States but has since been transplanted to Appalachia. He loves the music of that region and finds learning to play the banjo a sublime (and humbling) experience.
Writing by TAHIRA IQBAL (tahiraiqbal.com) can be found in numerous anthologies. Check out Red Velvet and Absinthe; Cowboy Lust: Erotic Romance for Women; She-Shifters: Lesbian Paranormal Erotica and Suite Encounters: Hotel Sex Stories for her work.
KRISTINA LLOYD (kristinalloyd.co.uk) is the author of four Black Lace novels including the erotic suspense-thrillers, Asking for Trouble and her latest book, Thrill Seeker. Her short stories have appeared in numerous anthologies, including several “best of” collections, and her work has been translated into German, Dutch and Japanese.
SOMMER MARSDEN’s (sommermarsden.blogspot.com) short work has appeared in over one hundred print anthologies. And she’s not done yet. Sommer is the author of Restless Spirit, Big Bad and numerous other erotic novels.
DEREK MCDANIEL’s writing has previously appeared in the anthologies Hot Spots: Erotic Tales of Computer Sex and Online Domination and On Display: Tales of Male Dominants and Female Exhibitionists. He lives in California with, at present, a girlfriend, a slave, and a husky.
MOLLY MOORE is the writer of one of the United Kingdom’s most successful sex blogs, Molly’s Daily Kiss. Her blog is a marriage of words and images and most of her writing is based on her own experiences and contains strong autobiographical content. She lives a 24/7 D/s based relationship as a submissive woman.
N. T. MORLEY (ntmorley.com) is the author of twenty-four published novels and the editor of the best-selling anthology Master/slave. Morley’s recent books include Doctor’s Orders: Stories of Extreme Medical Play and Double Vision: Erotic Tales of Bi Men Who Share.
MEADOW PARKER is the pseudonym of a semi-secretly kinky Oakland, California tech writer who remains happily single and provocatively available, at least until the right semi-famous toppy couple comes along to claim her.
SADEY QUINN (sadeyquinn.com) is an erotic fiction writer living in Austin, Texas. Her works include novels Under Order and Social Service and novel
las Under His Roof and Under His Hand. When Ms. Quinn isn’t writing, she spends time cooking up delicious food and drinking red wine with good friends.
GISELLE RENARDE is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, contributor to more than fifty short-story anthologies and author of dozens of electronic and print books, including Anonymous, Ondine and My Mistress’ Thighs.
TERESA NOELLE ROBERTS writes romantic erotica and erotic romance for lusty romantics of all persuasions. Her work has appeared in The Big Book of Bondage; Best Bondage Erotica 2011, 2012 and 2013; Orgasmic; Playing with Fire and other anthologies with provocative titles. She writes erotic romance for Samhain and Phaze.
THOMAS S. ROCHE’s (thomasroche.com) novel The Panama Laugh was a finalist for the Bram Stoker Award from the Horror Writers’ Association. He is the author of several hundred published short stories and the coauthor, with Alison Tyler, of His and Hers.
AUBURN SANDERS’S erotic bondage, SM and D/s fiction has appeared in the anthologies Bitter Sweets, Hot Pink and You Belong to Me.
J. SINCLAIRE (lusting.ca) is a Toronto-based writer by profession but erotic by nature. Her work has appeared in anthologies such as Cheeky Spanking Stories, Lips Like Sugar and The Happy Birthday Book of Erotica.
SOPHIA VALENTI (sophiavalenti.blogspot.com) is the author of Indecent Desires, an erotic novella of spanking and submission. Her fiction has appeared in the Harlequin Spice anthologies Alison’s Wonderland and With This Ring, I Thee Bed, as well as several Pretty Things Press books, including Kiss My Ass, Skirting the Issue, Bad Ass and Torn.
VERONICA WILDE (veronicawilde.com) is an erotic romance author whose work has been published by Cleis Press, Bella Books, Xcite Books, Liquid Silver Books and Samhain Publishing.
ABOUT THE EDITOR
Called “a trollop with a laptop” by East Bay Express, “a literary siren” by Good Vibrations and “the mistress of literary erotica” by Violet Blue, ALISON TYLER is naughty and she knows it. Over the past two decades, Ms. Tyler has written more than twenty-five explicit novels, including Tiffany Twisted, Melt with You and The ESP Affair. Her novels and short stories have been translated into Japanese, Dutch, German, Italian, Norwegian, Spanish and Greek. When not writing sultry short stories, she edits erotic anthologies, including Alison’s Wonderland, Kiss My Ass, Skirting the Issue and Torn. She is also the author of several novellas including Cuffing Kate, Giving In and A Taste of Chi.