“Pegged” – An Exclusive Excerpt from Best Bondage Erotica 2014

He isn’t wiggling anymore, seeming to have been surprised into behaving. With him closer, it’s easier to hold him still with one hand and spank him rhythmically with the other, watching his behind redden. The noises he makes verge on dissent, but the hard cock that presses into my leg lets me know he enjoys the predicament.

“Someone seems to be having fun.” He raises his body to allow me to reach under him and gently take his cock in my hand. My palm is tender from the repeated sting of hitting him so that the smooth head of his member is like a balm to my tingling skin.

There is no disputing his erection, and yet he shakes his head. I laugh. “No?” He denies it again as I run my hand over his shaft, not giving him the luxury of any friction. “I don’t believe you.” He continues insisting to the contrary as I make my touch lighter, feeling his cockhead dance against me. “Then what is this?” I give it one good squeeze, enjoying his sigh and the disappointed noise that follows when I don’t continue.

“Nothing.” He mumbles, face buried in the sheets, bound hands clawing at the edge of the mattress to seek some kind of solace from my teasing.

“I don’t believe that, either.” I slap his behind with the hand that isn’t tormenting him, the one he hadn’t been paying any attention to. It surprises him enough that he looks at me over his shoulder with that lost puppy dog look, as if I’ve betrayed him. His pained expression opens up some part of me that wants to keep hurting him until he asks me to stop. I spank him several more times with one hand while the other just barely grazes the head of his cock.

I abruptly stop both actions. Feeling him so hard and moaning while using nothing but my hands to torment him is going to my head. “Did I give you permission to enjoy this so much?” Burying his face farther into the bed, he says no wordlessly, and I’m surprised at how small he can seem when bound and chastised.

I spit into my hand to wet the inside of my thighs, pulling him into my lap so that his cock slides into the moist crevice I’ve made for him. “Now, if you’re a good boy, I’ll only have to give you ten more. But, if you keep this up,” I squeeze his cock for emphasis, “I’ll have to assume you aren’t going to behave. Understand?”

He nods frantically and I can feel him using every fiber of willpower not to move his hips against the slippery place where I’ve trapped him. I wait to see if he can control himself. Only when he proves he can be still do I count aloud while applying the promised spanks. He does well until I get to the ninth firm slap to his already red behind. Just as I’m about to apply my hand the final time, I feel him buck against my thighs.

“Naughty!” I roll him off my lap so that his lovely hardness points in the air, looking so much like it’s about to burst I almost take him in my mouth, wanting so badly to see him get off and to taste him on my tongue. Somehow I find the willpower to resist, wondering if he knows: how much I want him, how difficult it is to continue being cruel, that I would rather get fucked than punish him.