Free Best Bondage Erotica 2013 by Rachel Bussel

groaned.
    I drew those fingers in a wet trail up over my body, stroking the sensitive undersides of my breasts, plucking at my nipples until they peaked sharply. I painted those stiff points with my
arousal and leaned over Marc’s hungry mouth, letting him taste me just for a few seconds. It would have been all too easy to surrender to him, but there were too many other things I wanted to do.
    I crouched down and sank my nails into his hard thighs. He inhaled sharply, but didn’t move. He didn’t complain when I scored red trails all the way down to his ankles, or when I licked my palm and slapped his cock over and over again. It was only when I lightly bit my way up his shaft, degree by agonizing degree, that he cried out for my mercy. But goddess help me if that wounded look in his eyes didn’t make my clit throb and swell and jump.
    He was looking at me as if I was a stranger. He was looking at me with awe.
    â€œWho are you?” he asked.
    And to be honest, I didn’t know. I wasn’t my old self, and I wasn’t the fierce persona I had intended to adopt when I tied him to the chair what felt like hours ago. I was adrift, cut loose from the ropes that had tethered me to convention and the conservative, safe life I realized with a start did not make me happy. For the first time in years, I felt free.
    Then again, I was not the one bound to a chair.
    Marc was still watching me, and I felt such a rush of love that I stopped tormenting him and took his patient cock into my mouth. I licked and sucked and kissed it all over, rubbed my palm over the crown, tugged at his balls. The sounds he made were like music to me, and so was the stream of invective when I stopped. What can I say? It made me feel powerful, to deny him like that.
    â€œI’m sorry, I’m afraid our time’s up.”
    â€œOh, you prick-teasing bitch, I’ll—”
    â€œYou’ll what? You’ll teach me a lesson?”

    â€œWe’ve still got one round to go.”
    â€œYeah, but I’ve still got two minutes left.”
    And with that I tipped his chair gently to the ground and lowered myself over his mouth.

Round Three—Draw
    We both had a strategy to win that final round. Max intended to stun me into submission with her cunt, and I intended to hold her down and fuck her, but when her fifteen minutes of victory ended and she let me loose, I just wanted to make her come. I wrapped my arms around her waist and she wrapped her lips around my cock, and it was better than I ever remembered. When she came, mouth still on me, it was in great shuddering gasps that shook through both of us and set off my own release.
    The clock chimed.
    â€œGame over,” she panted. “I’m willing to concede the last round was a draw.”
    â€œDone,” I agreed.
    Nothing engenders magnanimity in a man like world-class head. Plus, it really was a draw—we had held each other in place for much longer than a minute…
    â€œIf you’d won outright,” I asked, “what would you have wanted as your prize?”
    She rolled onto her side and stroked me until I was hard again.
    â€œI would have wanted you, inside me.”
    The sash still hung loosely around my arm, and with it I bound our right hands together and made her a promise.
    â€œI’m going to fuck you, Max; I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll never think of another man again.”
    And so I did.

FEELING THE HEAT
    Lucy Felthouse
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    Watching her boyfriend, Taylor, as he picked up the mug of coffee and made to head straight back outside, Maisie let out an exaggerated sigh. She folded her arms for good measure.
    Taylor turned to where she sat at the kitchen table with a magazine. “What’s up, babe?”
    She raised her eyebrows, unable to believe that he didn’t already know the answer to the question. Then, realizing she was going to have to spell it out for him,