‘Unicorn’ in Best Bondage Erotica of the Year Volume Two

Blurb

How do you like to be tied up? Silk scarves and designer stockings … nipple clamps, collars, and riding crops? Or are you the one with the key to the cuffs?

Best Bondage Erotica of the Year, Volume 2 brings you nineteen delectable adult stories of teasing, tantalizing, and begging for more. Award-winning editor Rachel Kramer Bussel allows you to shamelessly delve into your forbidden desires—from the most innocent to the truly deviant. These sexy tales include a double-dom three-way in a locked escape room, an outrageous kitchen tryst, a couple discovering their penchant for the perverse, kinky commands in space, and a range of role-play scenarios, each wilder than the last.

Succumb to the thrill of surrender with this exquisite anthology from a collection of writers who have truly mastered the not-so-gentle art of sexual power and erotic restraint.

Reviews

From Beauty in Ruins:

Unicorn by Jacqueline Brocker stood out for me because it spoke to fears and fantasies. It’s an outdoor tale of bondage in broad daylight, of covert chastisement, and the brilliant power exchange between the bound submissive, the woman who put him there, and the woman who finds him. It’s an edgy sort of tale with a thread of dismissive cruelty beneath it, but that just accentuates the willing submission.

From Nicci Haydon:

Unicorn (Jacqueline Brocker): I have to admit, I was expecting something different from the title, but I liked the fact that this story had a lot of play and only a little sex. There was lots to enjoy! Public humiliation was a nice switch up too. Here a woman accidentally finds herself in the middle of a punishment being given to a sub by his mistress.

Extract

When she reached the green expanse that surrounded the fountain, she was dismayed to learn that the good weather had brought many people out— – families with toddlers, couples canoodling, people in suits having late lunches.

Cara gazed longingly at the overcrowded area. There was no way she’d be able to squeeze herself into a gap invading someone else’s space. A shame, because she wanted to be able to sit and look at the fountain.

The faux white marble carving in the center depicted a woman in a flowing dress sitting tall and noble. Kneeling beside her was a unicorn, whose horn jutted to the sky while it stared adoringly at the woman. A collar graced the unicorn’s neck, and the woman held a leash attached to it. Cara had always loved looking at it, and today, she needed inspiration from a woman who had so much control.

She glanced about the space for somewhere she could sit. Her eyes drifted back up to the path she was on, to the fenced-off ferns.

She came to a dead halt when she saw the man.

He was up against the low fence, an eye-catching barrier made of wrought-iron thigh-high rails topped with fleur-de-lis spikes. He was tall and wore his hair spiky short. It looked like he was stretching his arms behind him, palms pressed to the top of the fence. Like he was preparing to do a yoga pose, or was holding one. Cara made that imaginative leap judging the clothes he wore— – sky-blue yoga gear. A t-shirt that clung to his well-defined biceps and across his broad chest, and drawstring yoga pants that hung loose at his ankles, lapping at his bare feet. Around his neck was a thick silver chain that hung just below his collar bone.

A breeze blew. He shivered, but he kept the position. The hairs on his arms raised and he made no attempt to smooth them down. His clothes must have been thin too. The breeze swelled, and Cara drew her cape closer, and h. He closed his eyes, shivering.

What the fuck is going on?

A large fern was just to the side of him, and partly concealing his hands from her view. She took a few steps closer. That’s when she saw the handcuffs.

They were clamped on just below the upper bar of the fence. He could have slid down to sit or squat on the path, but he’d have trouble getting up again. His arms flexed the couple of times he seemed to be testing the hold. The cuffs looked real enough; he wasn’t getting out of them soon.

Cara’s eyes kept going back to the cuffs and his taut arms, then to his face which was straining to conceal his stress. Cara did her level best to ignore the little flutter in her chest and what that meant. He was in trouble. W – what kind of person was she to get…turned on by it?

Where to Buy

Links to where to buy can be found at the anthology’s tumblr page.