Best Bondage Erotica 2011 by Rachel Kramer Bussel

Author:Rachel Kramer Bussel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2010-12-16T16:00:00+00:00

He called once, nearly a day after he’d left, to tell me he had arrived at his destination, and that he’d be home soon.

In that moment, I hated the word “soon.”

Three days: work, go home, fret, toss, turn, rise, repeat. Reggie’s party, a stuttered phone call of regret, and the kernel of doubt became a stone of concern, then a ball of anger and uncertainty. I managed my accounts at work with nearly neurotic ferocity, to the point of driving my assistant home early with red-rimmed eyes on day five of Paul’s absence. I hated myself for that. The local flower shop reaped the benefits of my guilt.

If I didn’t get a grip during Paul’s absence, a whole host of businesses along Lakeview Avenue would fatten their wallets with the weight of my angst—if my assistant didn’t walk out first.

I turned the knob of our apartment at nine and dropped my purse along with the completely self-indulgent fast-food tacos I’d picked up on my commute home from work.

Paul stood in the living room, his expression carved of caramel marble, his eyes blue as summer heaven and calm, still and…determined.

My gut tightened, the lips of my pussy puckered and moistened, even as my throat burned with the bitter heat of a thousand accusations, condemnations and general fuck-yous. Over a week without a word! He could have been dead in an Amsterdam alley or bent over getting his ass fucked by a New York bouncer named Mikey, and I wouldn’t have had a clue. My world had revolved around an unheard ring tone on my cell, a never-received text or email. Nothing.

And now he stood in his living room, watching me walk through the door like the days hadn’t passed, stared at me with a gaze still as a frozen lake, flat as the doldrums.

We waited, each in our slips. I shut the door, but didn’t move.

“I’m sorry I didn’t phone. I didn’t plan on returning so soon.” Paul clasped his hands before him as he leaned against the back of the couch.

My mind exploded with all the replies I wanted to give. Fuck you, Paul! Where the fuck have you been? registered as the clear winner among all the possibilities, but I beat the impulse into the ground. “Are you hungry?” Was he? In spite of my emotional desire to throw heavy objects at him, I was. I was ravenous.

I glanced at the fast-food bag. “I can make something.”

“Starving. And dinner is in the oven.”

We went to the kitchen, my purse and the rejected tacos left at the door. We ate delicious take-out Thai, barely spoke, but now Paul watched me with the intensity I had come to love through the years. Hunger and resolve burned bright in the blue, and the muscles of my shoulders relaxed just a little. We both knew a gulf lay between us.

He rose, chopsticks placed neatly across his half-full plate. “Come with me, Sabrina.”

A warm shiver slid down my spine. His tone allowed no disobedience, and in that moment, he put our future firmly in my lap.

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