The Big Book of Bondage

by Alison Tyler

  God, isn’t his hand hurting by now? Isn’t it ever going to end? I’m sobbing now, trying not to be loud. Trying to keep myself upright even though my arms keep buckling and making me sway forward. Every time I do, my nipples brush the rough netting of the screen and my cunt clenches, adding to my torment. I think I’m going to die, I need to come so bad.

  I can’t feel my legs. I’m dizzy. I hear myself whisper “Carter” and then my strength gives out, my hands slip from the frame and my legs buckle. But I never hit the ground, not even close. He pulls me to his chest, supporting my weight as he turns me around and props my back against the wall.

  Panting, I look at him as he leans into me. He’s flushed from his exertion, tiny beads of sweat on his upper lip that I long to taste. I want him to kiss me, and after a few moments of looking at me with a concerned little frown, making sure I’m really okay, he does. Wet and hungry and lips crushed into mine until we have to stop and breathe.

  “Tell me the truth, ’Lexa.”

  I can feel the hair of his chest soft against my nipples, skin damp with perspiration, just as mine is. I can feel the tip of his cock pushing at the wetness of my cunt, but not inside. And I need him inside. I need him like this.

  “I want you.”

  “I know that. What else?” He pushes a little more, lifting my legs as I clutch at his neck and shoulders for leverage. My ass is in exquisite pain and my clit hurts from arousal. His pants fall down around his ankles.

  “I don’t know,” I sob. “I want this. Please.”

  “Do you want to submit?” I hear the urgency in his voice. Rough. Demanding.

  But he’s the one in control.

  Isn’t he?

  “Yes. Yes, Carter. Please fuck me. Please.”

  Then he does. Gloriously. He fucks me while I arch, head against the kitchen wall, legs around his waist. Sticky, sweating thighs and cock and cunt. The lusty smell of sex and his body wash and my perfume. I feel I’m floating. Floating and floating but for the explosive pleasure in my clit, the pain as my abused muscles clench tight. And his male hardness invading me, male strength holding me tight.

  He releases all the pent-up need I’ve had for him all along and it runs down my bruised ass and drips on his kitchen floor. His cum and mine. Intimate in a way it’s never been with any other man, because I’ve never given this much to any other man. Never given this part of myself with such utter abandon. Or such trust.

  My legs slide down his and my toes touch the ground again. I find my balance and then rest my head on his shoulder, wrap my arms around his neck, listening to his breath as he holds me, treasuring the warm weight of his soft cock pressed to my belly. He kisses my shoulder. A simple action that says volumes, says more than the hundred words he could spend trying to explain. I don’t need him to explain.

  I don’t worry about what happens next either, about what to say or about the morning after. Don’t get me wrong, there’s plenty to worry about like discretion and conflict of interest. There’s plenty of practical shit to think about. Later.

  Here, alone with him, I don’t have to be practical. I don’t have to belong to my do-it-all, never-surrender generation. I only have to be his. And I like it.

  I like him being in charge.

  TOO STRONG TO BREAK

  Sophia Valenti

  Did you ever have an affair whose memory you couldn’t shake? Not so much because of what the two of you had, but because of what the relationship could have been. That’s how I felt about me and Duncan. We’d met back when we were undergrads and had clicked instantly. From that first moment, there was an undeniable sexual attraction, and over the course of the next year, we had a lot of fun sex. Fairly vanilla sex, but it was fun nonetheless. Our relationship was always laid-back and never complicated, but we couldn’t say the same for our lives.

  As our college years faded into the background and our future plans took center stage, there seemed to be less time for the sort of casual fun that we’d enjoyed for so long. We drifted apart, and I didn’t entirely mind. I wasn’t ready to think about forever; I was more interested in the right now. But every so often I’d think of him—especially when some other guy had disappointed me or broken my heart. I think that’s because Duncan had never done either of those things.

  But Duncan’s demeanor wasn’t the only part of our relationship that stayed in my thoughts. There were also memories of our last few nights together: of Duncan tugging my hair so firmly that my pussy ached and of him holding my wrists against the mattress as he drove his cock into me. At the time, I’d surrendered to the thrilling sensations he caused without thinking about what they meant. But those glimmers of dominance had awakened all sorts of kinky desires in me, ones that only seemed to grow.

  And it was those decadent desires that would color my dreams. In my head, I’d replay those tempting episodes with Duncan, but in my fantasy world, he would take things further. Rather than holding down my wrists as he fucked me, he’d bind me tight with cuffs and chains, and once I was his captive, he would do all sorts of deliciously dirty things to me.

  It was during nights like that I’d find myself longing for what could have been. That is, if Duncan and I had dared to follow where our lust seemed to be pointing us.

  As the years went by and I dated a steady stream of sexually boring guys, I realized I had to start looking for other options. While I’d spend my days in the office discussing legal briefs with the partners, I’d spend my nights transfixed by online personal ads from leather-clad men who seemed to be looking for a girl just like me. Their photos and dangerous promises were titillating, but I couldn’t make myself answer even one of those ads. Confessing the sort of feelings I was having via an Internet connection seemed too distant and impersonal to me. I wanted to find someone special and whisper those secrets in the dark, to close my eyes and get swept away.

  I suppose I’m a romantic after all.

  While I’d never hooked up with anyone whose profile I perused online, I did start chatting with some local people on one of those sites and finally decided to attend an outing for novice kinksters. After talking over coffee, we were to visit a nearby BDSM club. I’d always wanted to go to a sex club, but I’d never been brave enough to go on my own. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to experience something new.

  I was as nervous as all get-out, but I felt this was something I needed to do. Sitting home alone wasn’t getting me any closer to realizing the dreams that continued to taunt me. But while these were serious concerns, I was getting ahead of myself. My more immediate problem was what to wear.

  At first glance, my workaday wardrobe didn’t seem to lend itself to a night out at a kink club. But once I started looking at items piece by piece, it all came together. My white silk blouse was demure and appropriate for court, but it became sensual and seductive with a few buttons undone to reveal cleavage enhanced by a black push-up bra and a belt to cinch the waist and highlight my curves. A garter belt and black seamed stockings complemented my shortest pencil skirt, and when I stepped into four-inch stilettos, I felt more bawdy than businesslike. As I walked across my living room to grab my purse, I felt the satin lining of my skirt slipping and sliding against my bare ass in a sensual caress.

  Before I headed out the door, I glanced in the mirror and ran a hand through my untamable black curls, then slicked some ruby-red gloss on my lips. My dark eyes were shining with excitement. I wasn’t sure what the night held, but I felt like I was ready for anything. But the anything that awaited me was beyond my sexiest dreams.

  When I got to the café, there were ten people sitting around the table, including Melissa, the friendly organizer of the outing. I was given a warm welcome by everyone in the group and immediately felt at ease. We spent some time talking with each other about our experiences, and I was happy to learn that almost everyone was a curious beginner like me.

  Before long, the coffee had grown cold and it was close to midnight, which meant it was time to leave
for the club. My heart began to race the slightest bit as we headed toward the unknown, but now it wasn’t only nerves that I felt—it was nerves mixed with palpable excitement.

  I was glad we had a guide with us because I never would have found the place on my own. A side door off a parking lot with no visible address, it didn’t even look like an open business, much less one that would be open for all manner of sinful adventures.

  Once past the front door, I parted the thick curtains that guarded the entrance before stepping into the dimly lit foyer. Gradually, my eyes adjusted to the club’s lighting, and I saw many people were relaxing on couches that lined the walls, some looking intimately engaged while others seemed to be enjoying the company of friends. A broad-shouldered man clad in a fishnet shirt and leather pants passed in front of me. I noticed that in his hand was a leash that connected to the collar worn by a stunning redhead, who trailed behind him. She was wearing only a thong and high heels. My eyes lingered on her flawless alabaster skin, but when she passed me by I noticed the red stripes that marked her behind. I felt a little ache of arousal deep inside when I saw those marks, as well as jealousy that she had a masterful lover so willing to bestow them upon her.

  As my naughty mind began to concoct the scenario that had resulted in those scarlet stripes, Melissa interrupted my thoughts by saying, “Oh, good. One of the owners is already here. When he’s free, I’ll bring him over and introduce you to him.”

  I followed the line of her hand to see a man across the room. His back was toward us as he stood onstage under a spotlight. Next to him was a leather-covered sawhorse, over which a lithesome blonde was draped. The naked girl’s wrists and ankles were wrapped in cuffs that were attached to the horse. Each time the tall, dark-haired man slapped her bare bottom, her body would jolt and she’d rattle her chains. The pair must have been at this for quite some time, because her ass was already blushing red. As she squirmed I got a glimpse of her sex, which was shining with the wetness of her arousal. The man turned slightly, but the glare from the overhead lights kept his face hidden from me, so I instead admired his tight ass and how it filled his snug jeans. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and each time he reached around to spank the girl, the muscles in his back and arm would tense in a way that conveyed his strength. After delivering a set of intense swats, the man leaned down to whisper in the blonde’s ear, running his hand along her body as she arched her back as much as her bonds would allow. She seemed to be in his thrall, craving his touch, whether it was gentle or harsh.

  The man stroked her affectionately, but not in an entirely sexual way, which confused me until he released her from the cuffs, kissed the top of her head and led her over to an older gentleman. It was clear that they were the couple, and the silver-haired man cradled the blonde in his lap as their kisses went from soft to passionate in no time. I felt like I was spying on a private moment, but they were out in the open. Enthralled, I watched the man slip his hand between the blonde’s thighs. From the motions of his arm, it seemed he was fingering her. Moments later, she tossed her head back and cried out, shivering in his arms as she appeared to climax.

  I was still staring at the couple as Melissa tugged on my sleeve.

  “Eve,” she began as I turned toward her, “I want you to meet—”

  “Duncan!”

  That built, masterful man I’d been admiring onstage was Duncan. My Duncan. I felt like I’d tumbled into one of my illicit fantasies. Except this was real, and Duncan was standing in front of me, looking older but breathtakingly handsome—and having just finished spanking a woman in bondage in front of a club full of people. I wasn’t sure I could speak.

  “Eve,” he said softly before taking me in his arms. I could hear the affection in his voice, could feel it in his touch. We held each other for a long while, not in any rush to part.

  “Oh,” said Melissa, her shock coming through clearly in her voice. “I’ll leave you two…”

  I have no idea where she disappeared, but that didn’t concern me at that moment. Duncan pulled back from me slightly, holding me at arm’s length to look me up and down. I felt a little thrill when I saw how his gaze lingered at my exposed cleavage before jumping back up to my face.

  “One of the owners, huh?” I finally asked, looking around the club once again. This time I took in my surroundings with new eyes, now knowing that this place was Duncan’s doing. I wanted to take in every detail and lose myself in his world.

  “Yeah,” he answered somewhat sheepishly. “A couple friends and I opened this place a few years back. I’ve always liked mixing pleasure with my business.” Duncan grinned, and I couldn’t help but laugh with him. I was glad to see he still seemed to have the same easygoing sense of humor.

  “This is a lousy place to talk. Let’s head back to my office.”

  I nodded, and Duncan took me by the hand, leading me to the back of the club. Once inside his office, he closed the door behind us, and I settled onto his couch.

  This time it was my eyes that wandered, lingering over his naked torso. His body was broader and more muscular than I’d remembered, but it was a look that suited him. My mind was trying to come to terms with the fact that Duncan had become the very sort of man I craved with the deepest part of my soul.

  “So, you’re a dom?” The words tumbled out before I’d even realized it, and I know I blushed. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, and I cast my eyes downward.

  “Yes, I am,” he said, stroking my chin and raising my face, forcing me to meet his gaze. “It took me some time to realize it, but once I did, I started living a more truthful life—and a more fulfilling one.” His unblinking green eyes radiated with an intensity that made me shiver. “And what about you, Eve? What’s your truth? What do you want?”

  Duncan’s voice was deep and demanding, and it tripped a switch inside me. I found myself wanting to confess all of the feelings I’d kept inside for too long.

  “I want to be bound,” I whispered. “I want to wear your cuffs—I want to be yours.”

  Duncan stared into my eyes, his face betraying his feelings, which were a potent mixture of affection and lust.

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of steel handcuffs. “The cuffs are only part of it, baby,” he said, locking one around my wrist. I gasped as the metal lock snicked shut. Without waiting a beat, he clicked the second cuff around my other wrist, and then tugged on the chain that connected them, urging me to stand. I did, and Duncan turned me toward the wall, resting my cuffed hands above my head.

  “When you wear my cuffs, I own every part of you. You’re mine to do with as I please,” he whispered hotly in my ear.

  Waves of excitement flooded my body, and I nodded wordlessly, wondering what would happen next. I got my answer when he slipped a blindfold over my eyes, plunging me into darkness.

  Duncan’s hands slowly slid up my legs, tracing the seams along the backs of my stockings and gliding over my thighs before one of his palms settled on my ass. Flashes of my fantasies streamed through my mind, his touch awakening my primal desires.

  “Tell me more, Eve. Have you been a bad girl? Did you come here looking for someone who’d punish you?”

  “Y-yes,” I stuttered in a barely audible whisper.

  “I know all about bad girls like you. I know what you need,” Duncan responded, his hand slapping my ass harshly and making me moan. My skirt dulled the blow, but beneath it my flesh still tingled. I didn’t move; I stayed in position as he began spanking me slow and hard through the thin layer of fabric. The ache in my sex grew as the burn in my bottom increased. The heat seemed to spread throughout my lower half, making me desperately aroused.

  When Duncan finally stopped, I was breathless. He was standing behind me so closely that I could feel the heat from his bare chest through the delicate silk of my blouse. He tangled his fingers in my hair and tilted my head to the side so he could kiss my cheek.

  “I’ve dreamed of having you like this, Eve. All these years, I’d w
ondered what it would be like to have you bound. To spank you and fuck you while you were cuffed and helpless.”

  His confession made my pussy even wetter than it was already.

  I wriggled against Duncan’s body, feeling his erection nestled beneath his jeans. God, I wanted him inside me, but I wanted what he did next even more.

  Duncan pulled away from my writhing body and then reached for the waistband of my skirt. Slowly, he pulled down the zipper, revealing my bare ass, which was framed by the black lace of my garter belt.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, stroking me lovingly for a moment before planting a gentle kiss on each cheek and sliding my skirt down my legs. I stepped out of the garment and kicked it aside, and seconds later Duncan gently slapped my thigh.

  “Legs apart and arch your back. Stick out that sweet ass for me,” he demanded, spanking one cheek and then the other. I rushed to obey, sucking in air between my teeth as I absorbed the sweet pain. I swayed my ass from side to side as Duncan’s hand spanked me in a decadent rhythm. I felt myself anticipating the next strike and then moaning when his hand made contact with my flesh. It was as hypnotizing as it was arousing, and I got lost in the sensations, in the heady mix of pleasure and pain that raced through my body.

  Duncan’s hand gradually slowed until he was no longer spanking me but stroking me. But his gentle touches were sparking trails of heat along my flesh. He then gripped my cheeks in his hands and eased them apart so he could slide his tongue down my crack to tease my asshole. As he lapped at my back hole, I nearly sobbed. It felt good, but dirty to be exposed and pleasured so intimately. He released one of my cheeks to slide his fingers up my slit and tease my clit. The way he feathered his tongue and flicked his fingers made it feel like I was being tongued front and back, and it was nearly impossible to keep quiet. My soft moans grew louder as my arousal gradually increased.