Best Bondage Erotica 2012 by Rachel Kramer Bussel Read Free Book Online

park once. The place had this deserted old monument that no one gave two hoots about, so we slipped up the spiral staircase and made the most of the alone time. I’d never come so hard before in my life. The thought of thousands of people milling around just feet from us got me so aroused that I had to bite my hand to stop myself from crying out as my cunt clenched and squeezed around Ethan’s cock.
    As you’d expect in a relationship with no real connection, the novelty started to wear off. Yes, I still enjoyed sex with Ethan, but it became increasingly difficult to overlook the fact that we had no future. Plus the random comments and weird noises he made during sex became more and more noticeable. In the first
flushes of lust, I’d barely noticed it, but now, I just wished he would be quiet.
    I decided it was time to call it a day. But I made plans to have some fun with him first. You know, something to remember him by. And vice versa.
    Once I’d made the decision, I didn’t drag it out for too long. The very next weekend I suggested spending the night in at his place. Knowing what that really meant (or so he thought), Ethan was totally up for it. So on Saturday afternoon, I packed my overnight bag, adding a few extras, and made my way over to Ethan’s.
    A little while later, after we’d eaten our takeout meal in front of the TV, Ethan started talking. It was just idle chitchat about nothing in particular, but I didn’t want to hear it. I took our plates and dumped them in the kitchen, then sat back down on the sofa. I stemmed the flow of his yammer by putting a finger to his lips. He silenced instantly, his eyes widening. I couldn’t tell if he was surprised that I’d shut him up, or pissed. I didn’t give him a chance to tell me. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his.
    Instantly, he put his arms around me and pulled me tighter to him, his tongue sliding into my mouth and slipping sensuously against mine. I could feel my pussy getting wet already. The realization that it would be the last time we’d have sex made it even hotter, somehow. I knew I was going to go all out and end our relationship with a bang: a fuck we’d never forget.
    Pulling away, I stood up. I took Ethan’s hand and he followed me wordlessly into the bedroom. Closing the door behind us, I turned to face him. He’d already gotten onto the bed and was lying down, stroking his cock through his jeans and wearing a cocky grin.
    â€œUh-uh,” I said, wagging a finger at him. “Get up. Then strip. Tonight, we’re trying something new.”

    Obviously a little surprised at my bossy tone, Ethan frowned, a little crease appearing between his eyebrows. Even when he was pulling faces, he looked gorgeous. I sighed.
    â€œNow.”
    Realizing I wasn’t joking, this time Ethan did as I asked. Still a little unsure, he sauntered toward me and started to undress in what I suppose he thought was a sexy fashion. I fixed him with a glare.
    â€œI haven’t got all night, Ethan.”
    Finally, the penny dropped. Understanding the new game at last, Ethan dropped his arrogant behavior and removed the rest of his clothes speedily. As the last garment landed on his pile of discarded clothing, I spoke again.
    â€œGet the chair. Put it in the middle of the floor, facing me. Then sit on it.”
    This time Ethan didn’t need telling twice. I had no idea what he thought about this new dominant persona of mine, but it was clearly turning him on. His cock jutted proudly out of his pubic hair, precome already beading at its tip.
    He sat on the chair and looked at me expectantly, awaiting my next move. I walked to where I’d placed my overnight bag and began rummaging inside. When I pulled my hand out with a pair of handcuffs dangling from my fingertip, Ethan grinned from ear to ear. Walking over to him, I made short work of cuffing him to the chair. I smiled as he pointlessly rattled