Best Women's Erotica 2014

Shortly after they got married, Alex had told Sasha, “Do what you want. I love you, and I don’t ever want to stop you from being you. If you want to be with me, be with me. If not, don’t. I won’t stop you. I want you to be happy.”

Her friends thought it was romantic. A man who wasn’t jealous, who didn’t get weird about girls’ night out, or get mad when she wanted to go to book club or knitting circle instead of serving him a beer while he watched the game. She could just do whatever she wanted, when she wanted; total freedom. They acted like it was a dream come true.

Sasha wasn’t so sure.

For her birthday last year, he’d gotten her coupons for a couple’s massage…for her and a friend. She took Lucy. The year before, it had been tickets to the ballet, with a suggestion that she take Regina. He hated the ballet, so she did. He knew she didn’t enjoy softball and didn’t ask her to come with him when he played. Once they even went to a movie theater and split up to watch different movies when they couldn’t agree on documentary (him) or action (her). She did all the things she would have gotten to do if she was still single.

Sasha was miserable and hadn’t a clue what she was supposed to complain about. She tried talking to some of her friends about it and ended up getting lectures on women’s rights and the history of marriage.

“Women used to be chattel,” Lucy scolded, “and you’re telling me you want your husband to be more possessive of you? What next, you’re going to take his last name?”

“Fine, you can trade husbands with me,” Regina said. “I’ll take the man who wants us to see Swan Lake and you can have the man who tells me I put the ‘bitch’ in ‘Stitch-and-Bitch’ every single time I leave the house for knitting circle. You don’t know how good you’ve got it, honey.”

Sasha didn’t want to give up her maiden name, and she didn’t want Alex to turn passive-aggressive on her, but yes, she thought, she did want him to be more possessive. Maybe he should demand that she show up to root for him at his softball games, and maybe he should make her watch the movie he wanted, just because he wanted it, and wanted her company at the same time.

So when she opened her latest birthday present over dinner at a Turkish restaurant to find a pair of opera tickets, she couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“I don’t want to keep going to these things alone.”

“What do you mean?” Alex said. “There’re two tickets.”

“But you don’t want to go with me.”

“So you should miss out on Don Giovanni because I don’t like it? Come on, who’s that girlfriend of yours who’s into opera, too? Lucy? Jessie?”

“It’s Lucy,” said Sasha. “Jesse is a guy. You want me to take another man to the opera with me?”

“If that’s who you want to take, I’m not going to stop you.”

Sasha slammed her hands down into her lap in frustration, knocking her napkin to the floor. “I want to take you. But I know you don’t like opera, which means my choices for enjoying your birthday present to me are to make you miserable or be without you. Doesn’t that seem a little wrong to you?”

Alex leaned forward, crossing his arms on the table. “Okay. Tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s just that…marriage is compromise, right?”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“Yes, Alex, I think it does. I can’t do all the things I did when I was single and still be the kind of wife I want to be. Or have you be the husband I want you to be.” Sasha trailed off. Alex’s expression was unreadable.

“You’re so focused on us each doing our own thing.” Her voice dropped to almost a whisper. “Sometimes I feel like you don’t really want to be married to me.”

Sasha didn’t order her usual dessert, and Alex skipped his coffee. They drove home in silence. Sasha felt like crying. Regina was right; she had the perfect man, and she didn’t appreciate him. He’d dressed in his best suit, given her a chance to wear a new dress, taken her to a lovely dinner, and bought her a present that showed he thought of what she liked at the expense of his own preferences. And now he was pissed off at her, and she’d ruined everything.

Alex used his key to open the door to their apartment, then stepped aside to let Sasha enter first. She stepped into the dark, intending to turn on the hallway light, but Alex closed the front door before she could reach it. She felt his hand close around the back of her neck, stopping her forward movement. She stumbled, and his other arm wrapped around her waist and caught her. She felt his hot breath as he began to speak, close and low, into her ear.

“Maybe I haven’t been making myself clear,” Alex said. “I let you go because I trust you to come back. Men like me don’t give away things they’re unsure of. But maybe you haven’t understood my confidence in you.”

“I…” Sasha started to speak, but Alex’s hand tightened behind her neck, and she stopped. He rubbed his five o’clock shadow against her throat, then continued.

“I can see now that I made a mistake,” he said. “You don’t need your freedom, do you? You need to know you’re wanted. You need to know you’re loved.”

Sasha felt her legs go weak. She leaned on Alex, and he held her weight. There were no windows in their front hall. She opened and closed her eyes to the same solid black.

“I’ll be clear from here on out. You’re mine. I own you. I tell you to spend time with your friends because it gives me pleasure to do so. Because I like you missing me, and I like it when you come home with new stories from your friends and your world to entertain me. I expect you to stay independent and entertaining to me. Do you understand?”

“Because I have no interest in owning something weak and unchallenging, Sasha. I want you strong, and I want you to have your own interests.” Alex lowered his voice even more. “But you belong to me. Do you understand?”

Sasha nodded again.

“I’m not sure you do. Go into the living room. I’m going to show you.”

Alex released her, and she walked deeper into their apartment, less sure in her heels than she’d ever felt before, sensing his body just a few inches behind her with every step. She turned the corner, and their living room appeared before her, lit by the streetlamps shining through the windows. She hesitated at the doorway.

“The middle of the room will be fine.”

Sasha moved to the center of the room, and hesitated again.

She did. Alex had his arms crossed, but his body language didn’t seem closed off. There was a trace of a smile dancing around his lips.

“It really is a lovely dress you’re wearing,” he said. “Take it off.”

Sasha blinked, then did as she was told. A pile of green silk quickly landed in a puddle around her feet.

“And matching underwear, too. Lovely.” Alex stepped forward and ran a hand along her side, like he was calming a skittish horse. “But I want you, not some fancy outfit. Take them off as well, if you please.”

The courtesy of his phrasing somehow made the words even less of a request, more of a command. She unhooked her bra and let it fall. She slid down her panties and stepped out of them, then nudged the clothing away from herself with one foot, so she wouldn’t trip on the fabric. Sasha looked down at her high heels and back up at Alex.

“Shoes, too?”

He chuckled. “Let’s not go nuts.”

Sasha stood in front of her husband, naked except for three-inch black leather heels. He was close enough to touch, close enough that she could grasp him with both arms and cling to him for reassurance, but she didn’t dare. She held still as he watched her, his eyes roaming over her body, finally meeting her eyes.

“Good girl,” he said.

“Oh,” Alex said. “I see. Let’s warm you up.” He knelt down in front of her, reached for her hip and kissed her.

Sasha had never really liked anyone, even Alex, going down on her. It made her self-conscious. Without thinking, she stepped back.

Alex stood up faster than she realized was possible, grabbed her upper arm and yanked her body back toward his own.

“See?” he said, pressing against her. “This is what I’m talking about. I’m not doing this for you. This is what I want.” He took her other arm in his hand as well and started walking forward, forcing her to walk back. Each time she took a misstep in her heels, his arms supported her. “You belong to me. All of you. I don’t care if this makes you nervous, I don’t care if you don’t understand how beautiful and delicious I find you.” Sasha took a final step backward and felt the fabric of their couch against the backs of her legs. “Now lie down, spread your legs and give it over.”

Sasha felt the heat and moisture building between her legs. She did as instructed.

“Better,” Alex said. He knelt again between her legs, lifting one up onto the back of the couch, knocking the other so her calf hung over the edge and her shoe rested on the floor. She felt his breath and then his tongue on her lips and clit, and she moaned.

“Behave yourself or I’ll tie you down,” he murmured, and went back to work, alternately licking, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive flesh. She tried to stay quiet for him, but soon enough was moaning in a different way. Her self-consciousness was gone. He wasn’t doing it because he thought he had to. He wasn’t trying to impress her; he was trying to devour her. His tongue slid all the way inside her, then out again to investigate her folds. She had no obligations other than to be his toy, and this knowledge changed the entire experience for her. She felt the couch getting wetter and wetter beneath her and knew that it wasn’t his saliva that was the culprit. She moaned again and started thrusting her hips into his mouth. When her legs started to quiver, he stopped.

“Not yet,” he said. He stood and backed up a few steps. “Kneel.”

Sasha pulled herself off the couch and sank to the carpet in front of him. Her head was level with the bulge in his pants.

“Take it out.”

Sasha unfastened his belt, unzipped his fly and lowered his pants just enough to release his cock.

“Suck me,” he said. “No hands.”

Sasha gently closed her mouth over the head of his cock and began working up and down the shaft.

“Suck harder,” he said. “Not faster, just harder. That’s it. Let it almost come out of your mouth, then take as much as you can.”

Sasha tried to oblige, but after only a few strokes, she let him slide out of her mouth altogether. She reached up to put him back, and Alex caught her wrists.

“That’s too bad,” he said. He sounded amused. “I said no hands.” Sasha opened her mouth, but he cut her off before she could get a word out. “I believe I also said that if you didn’t behave, I’d tie you down.”

Still holding her wrists in one hand, he stripped his belt out of the loops on his pants with the other. He bent down and placed the belt against her lips.

“Hold this.”

Sasha looked into her husband’s eyes. What she saw made her open her mouth, then close it obediently over the leather.

“Good girl,” he said again, and she knelt up straighter for him. He put her hands behind her back, then held out his free hand for the belt again. She bent her head down and dropped it into his palm. He leaned over her and tied her hands behind her back with the belt, sliding it through the buckle until it was tight on her wrists, then looping the excess leather through the center and closing her hands over her own restraint to hold it in place. The tail of the leather hung down along the crack of her ass and on her ankles before coming to rest on the floor.

“Very nice.” Alex tilted his head near hers and smiled gently. “Your nipples tightened up again. It’s so obvious that you like this, I can’t imagine why I didn’t do it before.” He straightened up, and his cock was in her face again. “Try again.”

Sasha did. She sucked with the strength and speed Alex demanded, and she bobbed her head to chase after his cock, regaining her suction as quickly as possible each time after he slid from her mouth. She felt the roof of her mouth pressing down tight on him, and reveled in the noises her throat made as it grasped and released him. Alex reached for the back of her neck, slid his hand up into her hair, then closed his fist on a huge handful of her mane. Sliding out was no longer a risk as he pumped her head up and down his shaft, steady, strong and fast, until he moaned himself and came, holding her tight and still with his cock deep in her mouth, shooting down her throat as she struggled to swallow and suck and breathe all at once. Slowly his grip on her hair lessened, and she withdrew.

“That,” Alex said, “was perfect.” He tucked himself back into his clothing, refastened his pants, then hooked his hands under her arms and stood her up. Then he spun her around and released her wrists from his belt. “But we’re not done. I believe,” he continued, as she turned back to him, “that you were interrupted earlier.” He gave her a little push, and she landed on the couch with a bounce. “It’s your birthday, so I’m going to make it easy for you.” He pressed her shoulders down onto the cushions and spread her wide apart. Then he took her hand and placed it between her legs.

“Show me,” he said. He undid his tie and wrapped it over her eyes, plunging her into blackness again. “Let me know when you get close.”

She couldn’t remember ever being so wet before. Her finger circled her clit, and it barely qualified as friction. She began using her whole hand, and soon the feel of Alex’s fingers on her nipples and his breath on her thigh pushed her over the edge.

Sasha gasped. “Now,” she said. “Now.”

Alex bent to her clit and drew her into his mouth. His tongue was her world as she came.

The next day, Alex came home with another package wrapped in birthday-patterned foil. Sasha opened it and found a thin, soft, black leather collar with a small ring in the front. Her eyes widened.

“Where did you get this?”

“Never mind,” Alex said. “I got it, and that’s enough.” He took the collar out of her hands and showed her the metal loop built into the buckle. Then he pulled her into the bathroom and in front of the sink so she faced the mirror. He stood behind her, and she watched while he fastened the collar around her neck.

“The buckle can be locked,” he said, “but for now I’ll trust you to wear it when I tell you to. You’ll take Lucy to the opera this Saturday, not Jesse. And you’ll wear this all evening until you get home. You can put it on yourself, but I’m the only one allowed to take it off. And next time, you’re going to need to ask permission to come. Do you understand?”

Sasha nodded. She felt the heat growing between her legs again as she leaned back against her husband and raised one hand to stroke the leather and hook a finger into the collar’s ring. She smiled, wondering if Alex had already bought a leash to clip on to her collar, and wondering how exactly she was going to conceal the collar from—or explain it to—her friend Lucy.