Best Bondage Erotica of the Year

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  Daniel cocked his head to the side. “And what if I make you come first?”

  “Nothing. It’s all about you this time.”

  Daniel smiled. “How long is your timer set for?”

  “Twenty minutes.”

  Daniel smiled and snatched the timer from Robbie. “I could hold out for twenty minutes, easy. Let’s make it twenty-five.”

  “You must be sick of living here,” Robbie said as he set the timer beside them. He smoothed out his jeans and patted his lap. “Come sit.”

  All bare, Daniel straddled Robbie, pressing his balls into the bulge in Robbie’s lap. Robbie reveled in the feeling.

  “Do you remember last time?” Robbie asked as he reached down to the floor beside him where he’d previously set a canvas bag. “When you said you could make me come even with your hands tied behind your back?” He pulled up a cord of rope, displaying it to Daniel for his approval.

  Daniel smiled—because of course he did—and rubbed himself against the lump in Robbie’s pants. “You’re really taking me up on the offer?”

  “Like I had a choice. You were coming on a little strong with your bondage fantasy.”

  “Maybe. But you brought the rope.”

  Robbie rolled his eyes. “Oh, shut up. And fold your arms behind your back.”

  Daniel crossed his arms against his mid back, and Robbie reached behind him and got to work on tying them, pulling his arms closer and closer together. Daniel struggled to keep his balance with his legs straddling Robbie and only barely able to touch the floor. With each tug, his chest stuck out a little more, pectorals popping out beautifully in Robbie’s face.

  “God, you’re hot,” Robbie let slip out, flinching at his unguarded neediness.

  “You too,” Daniel replied back, sounding a lot less anguished. “I can’t believe you can tie knots at this angle.”

  “Well”—Robbie held Daniel’s shoulders steady as Daniel shifted a little—“I must admit you’re not the first.”

  “Oh yeah?” Daniel clenched his thighs around Robbie’s lap and anchored his feet around Robbie’s legs.

  “Yes, well, my last ex—wait. Wait a minute. You’re trying to run out the time, aren’t you?”

  Daniel laughed. “You caught me.”

  Robbie scowled and grabbed the timer from the table. “Five more minutes for that,” he chastised as he dialed the timer back. Robbie set it aside and moved to quickly squeezing Daniel’s ass, the force of it knocking Daniel off balance and into Robbie’s shoulder. With a powerful squeeze of his thighs, Daniel tried to situate himself back up again, but Robbie guided his face more gently to rest on his shoulder. Robbie was suddenly taken by the grip strength Daniel had in his thighs. He took great pleasure in someone as strong as Daniel submitting to someone as weak as him. “I’m going to stretch you out,” Robbie said. “Is that okay?”

  “Please,” Daniel replied happily into Robbie’s shoulder.

  Robbie grabbed lube from the messy kitchen table and slicked up his fingers, pressing against Daniel’s entrance. Robbie pressed his fingers in without much regard for gentleness, pushing a quiet gasp from Daniel. In and out, prodding up and around, Robbie’s fingers stretched Daniel all too quickly.

  “You’re minding the time limit, I see—oh!” Daniel gasped as Robbie stuck another finger in, forcing him wider.

  “You stretch enough. You’re always stretching,” Robbie said, scissoring his fingers slower but just as firm, “stretching in the hallways and lobby, before and after your jogs.”

  Daniel couldn’t do much but strain against his bonds and wiggle his head from side to side against Robbie’s shoulder. “That’s hardly—ah! That’s hardly the same.”

  “You’re loosening up so good. Do you get fucked by your neighbors often?”

  “If that’s your way of asking if I’m seeing anyone right now, then no. I’m single.” Daniel managed to sound irreverent despite his arousal-induced breathlessness.

  “What?” Robbie scoffed. “Of course you’re single. You’re letting me fuck you aren’t you?”

  “I didn’t think this was romantic,” Daniel said, voice vibrating against Robbie’s throat.

  “Romantic? How could this be romantic? This is a competitive fuck. A spite fuck.” Robbie accented his point by adding a third finger, making Daniel moan. “I just didn’t think any boyfriend or . . . girlfriend would be okay with me fucking their man.”

  “Girlfriend?” Daniel laughed. “Your fingers are up my ass and you accuse me of being straight and taken?”

  “I don’t think—whatever! I’m adding two minutes because you made me participate in this god-awful conversation.” Robbie took his hand out of Daniel’s ass and adjusted the timer, then reached into his bag. “Are you good with toys?”

  “Sure, what kind?” Daniel balanced himself as best he could, touching the ground with the tips of his toes.

  Robbie displayed a realistic dildo for Daniel’s approval.

  “Absolutely,” Daniel said, looking at the toy eagerly.

  “Why don’t you save me a little lube and use that mouth for something besides annoying me?” Robbie held the dildo up to Daniel’s face, or vaguely up to Daniel’s face, because he liked to watch Daniel struggle to position himself to take the dildo in his mouth.

  With his smiling lips parted, he lapped saliva onto the tip, licking up the sides as best he could and getting some drool down his face in the process. He pointedly looked down at Robbie’s lap and then into Robbie’s eyes as he pushed the thing into his mouth and swirled his tongue to generate as much spit as he could.

  Robbie pulled the dildo out of Daniel’s mouth, feeling a bit flushed. “You don’t have to be so pornographic about it . . .” he mumbled as he applied extra lube and lined the dildo up to Daniel’s ass. Slowly, slowly, Robbie pushed the dildo into—and a groan out of—Daniel. Robbie kept his eyes trained on Daniel’s face as he eased the dick in, watching as his expression went back and forth from clenched to serene. The whiplash between the vastness of sensation and the effort of balancing without the use of his hands left Daniel uncharacteristically speechless.

  “Fuck,” Daniel cursed as an unexpected thrust made him fall forward, head resting on Robbie’s shoulder.

  Robbie couldn’t suppress a delighted chuckle. “Where’s that cocky attitude now?” He gave Daniel’s bare ass a slap.

  Daniel gasped as Robbie thrust at that angle and laughed breathlessly as the dildo sunk deeper.

  “If I had known all I had to do to get you to shut up was shove a dildo in your ass I would have done it three game nights ago.” Robbie reached behind Daniel and grabbed the rope binding his arms together, hoisting it up momentarily just to jostle Daniel.

  Daniel wiggled himself back upright. “I admit you’re giving me a run for my money. But I’m not going to come.”

  “We’ll see about that.” Robbie flicked something at the base of the dildo, turning the vibrate function on.

  “R-Robbie,” Daniel drew out his name. “Oh fuck.”

  Robbie blushed a little at hearing his name moaned so wantonly. “You have fifteen whole minutes left, Danny. You won’t make it.”

  “I won’t come for y—” He interrupted himself with a gasp as Robbie flipped the setting on the dildo again, making the pulses vibrate sporadically. “Oh Jesus, it feels good. Robbie please—”

  “Please what?” Robbie asked, flicking the precome off Daniel’s dick.

  “I don’t know.” He thrust back on the dildo. “Please just let me come.”

  “Oh, you’re allowed to come. You have to come. I’m making you.” Robbie’s voice slipped lower and lower, half growled orders whispered in Daniel’s hair.

  Daniel thrust his body forward, trying to grind against the erection straining through Robbie’s pants. “Oh god, Robbie I-I want you inside me. Please let me ride you.”

  Robbie felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. They both stopped moving, locking eyes and wondering the same thing:
Was that too much? Was that too intimate for their little hookup games? Robbie shrugged his doubts off. He wanted this. And hookups were about having fun and doing what you want.

  Quickly, almost frantically, Robbie pulled the dildo out of Daniel and struggled to pull his dick out. Daniel moaned at the sight of Robbie lubricating his cock. With his hands on Daniel’s hips, Robbie lined Daniel up and guided him down onto his dick, entering Daniel for the first time.

  Robbie let Daniel take over from there, savoring how Daniel took him at his own pace. It had been longer than Robbie would have liked to admit since he’d fucked someone, and even longer since he’d let someone ride him. He let himself enjoy it, really appreciate how all he had to do was sit there and watch as Daniel worked every muscle in his body to be fucked. Robbie wordlessly appreciated Daniel’s athleticism, watching his abs work at sitting up and down on Robbie, and work at balancing without the use of his arms.

  He was hit with the sudden revelation that he had this beautiful body and its owner totally at his disposal. He couldn’t help but whimper a little at the thought. He flicked at Daniel’s nipples and appreciated the little exasperated laughter it pushed out of his playmate. Robbie moaned as somehow Daniel found a new angle. He unconsciously met Daniel, thrusting up and knocking him off balance a bit. Daniel gasped harshly, but not unpleasantly.

  Robbie opened his eyes suddenly, a second revelation shaking him: Daniel was only riding him so he could go at his own pace and hold off orgasming. Daniel knew he was caught, and grinned with delighted mischievousness. The two of them looked over to the timer beside them: five more minutes.

  “You little cheater.” Robbie pulled Daniel off him and in an uncharacteristic show of strength, he flipped Daniel over onto the chair, sliding his bound arms over the backing of the chair.

  Daniel looked up at Robbie, his legs spread, face dazed, and eyes clouded by lust. Robbie pinned Daniel’s knees between their bodies, taking a moment to relish how little mobility Daniel had in their new position. He lined himself up, finally pushing into Daniel’s tight ass on his own terms.

  Daniel groaned as Robbie pressed in hard at exactly the right angle to hit his prostate.

  “There, you overactive prick, there.” Robbie thrust again and again, Daniel whimpered with the sheer pleasure of it. Robbie moved a hand to stroke Daniel’s dick as it dripped with precome.

  “Why won’t you come?” Robbie asked. “I’m giving you everything. Why don’t you come?”

  Daniel let out half a moan as he tried to speak. “I-I can’t . . . can’t move out . . .” Daniel was cut off by a particularly hard thrust. “Can’t leave you—”

  “What? I’m not really going to make you move out, you stupid jock!” Robbie responded quicker than he could think, trying to ignore the inexplicable clench in his chest. “You’ve made me come three times in a row. I just want to make you come! I want to see your stupid O-face and taste you and—”

  Robbie’s voice was cut short by the harsh ring of the timer.

  They froze, Robbie half out of Daniel, both men looking at the timer, then back at each other. Robbie clumsily reached for the timer and turned it off, but remained awkwardly half inside Daniel. A moment passed, and then another, and another, both men searching each other’s expressions for answers. The game was over. Daniel had won. But . . .

  Robbie slowly, slowly, pushed back into Daniel.

  Daniel hissed out an affirmation and Robbie leaned farther, closer and closer until they were pressed forehead to forehead, blown pupils locked on blown pupils, both trying desperately to communicate without speaking, trying to derive meaning in this new situation, where the pretense of game had been blown away.

  Their breathing and the slap of skin on skin echoed through the apartment. Daniel made a noise that Robbie had never heard him make before, and despite his relative immobility, he could feel Daniel thrusting to meet him, getting the angle just right for himself, free to stop edging and chase that feeling as far as he could take it. Robbie smiled and couldn’t help but tease a little. “You’re so slutty when you’re not trying to win so bad.”

  Daniel didn’t even respond, so caught in his feelings he was just thrusting back up harder.

  “I want you to come for me, Daniel. Can you do that for me?”

  Daniel opened his eyes again. “Order me to.”

  Robbie leaned in, pressing his lips to the space behind Daniel’s ear. “You’ve been so good to make me come so many times.” Robbie thrust hard as he started to jerk Daniel off. “Now I need you to come for me. Come.”

  Daniel lost it, coming all over Robbie’s hand and their stomachs, whimpering with relief to be done after all that edging.

  Robbie started to pull out and Daniel interrupted with a dazed, “No.” He met Robbie’s eyes as Robbie was still softly stroking the last of Daniel’s orgasm out. “Keep fucking me. Finish inside.”

  Robbie didn’t need to be told twice—he ground back into Daniel, listening to Daniel’s absolutely blissed-out mumbling. He just couldn’t last under circumstances like that. He came barely a moment later, filling Daniel up like he had asked.

  The world came back to them both slowly. Robbie eased out of Daniel, slowly letting his legs down. They looked at each other, trying to figure out what to do without defaulting to banter like they usually did after sex. Robbie helped push Daniel up and leaned in, giving him their first kiss of the night, softer than he had ever kissed Daniel before. Sweet and tender and slow, giving them time to gently process, to portray their most vulnerable feelings toward each other.

  Robbie broke the kiss, kissing Daniel’s forehead gently as he busied himself trying to untie his knots from earlier. As the ropes slacked loose, Daniel made a satisfied noise and shook them off. He stretched for a moment and massaged his forearms at the points of tightest contact, but didn’t waste much time before pulling Robbie into a hug, bringing him to sit in Daniel’s lap.

  “That was—” Daniel started and thought for a moment. “Well um, thank you.”

  Robbie held onto Daniel’s torso a little tighter than he should have allowed himself. “Yeah uh, no problem. Thank you too.”

  A silence fell over the suddenly imposingly cavernous apartment before Robbie started. “I think you won that one too, technically.”

  “Well, you did make me come first, so by the old rules you kinda won too.”

  “I guess we’ll have to have a tie breaker?” Robbie asked.

  Daniel perked up. “Yes! Soon!”

  Robbie considered for a moment the possibility of having the talk, where both of them would acknowledge their pretty obvious shift in feelings from animus to amorous. But that conversation sounded difficult and weird and Robbie was too sticky to think.

  “For now, I think we ought to go clean up.” Robbie freed himself from Daniel’s grasp a little, starting to get up.

  Daniel nodded. “I could really go for a shower . . .”

  “Me too. Maybe we could, uh, save some water.” Robbie gave Daniel a tender look before turning away from him.

  Daniel got up and stood beside Robbie. “That’s a winning suggestion.”

  “Whatever,” Robbie dismissed him, smiling as he led Daniel to the bathroom.

  NECESSARY ROUGHNESS

  Rachel Kramer Bussel

  Over the twelve years we’ve been together, I’ve gotten able to know when Ivy’s in the mood for a play session, and when she needs to be cuddled or on her own. At the beginning, I used to ask, things like “What do you want?” or “What kind of scene are you in the mood for tonight?” But the way her kinkiness works is that she prefers for me to figure out in advance what she’s in the mood for. Sometimes it’s an over-the-knee spanking, sometimes it’s being tied up and made to watch me touch myself, and others it’s to be paraded around in a see-through outfit, just waiting for some stranger to get an eyeful. Often it’s simply for me to take charge, to let her relax into the bliss of being “forced” to do things she will only let herself do
under my control. That she trusts me so implicitly, so completely, warms my heart as much as it makes my cock hard as can be.

  It took me a while to get used to a woman who’s so independent out in the world, running her own movie production company, always juggling a million tasks and meetings and trips, with the one who sometimes wants to be greeted at home not with a sweet kiss and home-cooked meal, but by a hard slap across the face that brings tears to her eyes. My job, as I see it, is to anticipate her needs, to read those cues she’s not even always sure she gives off. As you might imagine, there’ve been plenty of times over the years that I misread exactly what she wanted, where I had to adjust course halfway through an intended scene.

  Just as she can always tell me if something is too much—or not enough—I know I can always ask Ivy exactly what she’s in the mood for, but after all this time, being able to guess turns me on like nothing else. Sometimes I feel like we’re each racing the other to push the envelope, to out-brazen the other when it comes to our kinks. I’ll be waiting for her to call my bluff, to tell me a scene is strictly for fantasy-time, not reality, but that’s never actually happened. Ours is a delicate yet utterly perverted dance to see how far we can get from the fairy tale life we might seem to have on the outside.

  So when I hear a particular strain in her voice on the phone, an ache that I know is matched deep within her body, a combination of stress from work and existential angst, I know the time is ripe to put a plan I’ve been mulling over into place. Some women want to be whisked off to a tropical island and pampered with fancy drinks and the highest-thread-count sheets that exist. My wife? Her idea of pampering is something quite different.

  So when Ivy walks in the door, I don’t run up and hug her, even though she looks amazing in her gray skirt suit with the slit up the thigh, her lustrous brown hair down from the sleek bun she’d worn it in this morning. For some guys, lingerie is what gets them going, but for me it’s this vision—work Ivy, about to turn into filthy slut Ivy, in ways she doesn’t even know yet.