Best Bondage Erotica 2015

Genre

BDSM Erotica

Blurb

Contains my story, Trinity’s New Hobby.

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Excerpt

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Trinity heard Colton’s key in the door, then him calling out. “Hey, Trinity, I’m home!”

“In here,” she said, continuing to concentrate on what she was doing, her hands moving methodically, rhythmically.

Footsteps on the wooden floor, then his voice again, closer. “What, not meeting me at the door? Flinging yourself into my arms and welcoming me home, sexy style?”

“I’m not doing anything until I’ve finished this row,” she said without looking up.

Colton tutted. “What are you doing, anyway? Crochet? Did an alien steal you away and replace you with a granny that looks exactly like you?” Moving around the sofa, he dropped down next to her.

“Hey! Watch it! You nearly made me drop a stitch.” Clutching extra hard at her needles, she inspected the work carefully to make sure she hadn’t, in fact, dropped a stitch.

Sniggering, Colton shot back, “Sorry, granny.”

“It’s not funny. I’ve worked bloody hard on this, and there’s no way I want to screw it up now. And in answer to your question, no I’m not crocheting. I’m knitting. I’ve just started recently. And I haven’t been a victim of an alien invasion. I just enjoy it, all right? It’s relaxing, and unlike your favorite hobby of watching TV, I actually get something out of this at the end.”

Colton shrugged. “Whatever. I like to watch TV to relax, you like to knit.” He paused. “You got to admit it’s kinda old-fashioned, though.”

Trinity reached the end of her row, carefully put the point-protectors on to stop the garment slipping off the needles, then placed the whole thing down on the coffee table. Turning to her boyfriend with a wry expression, she said, “Actually, I’ll have you know, knitting’s cool again. Crafting in general is experiencing a massive revival. Something to do with the recession, I think. People staying in more, wanting to save money. Making gifts instead of buying them…”

“Okay, okay.” He held his hands up. “I get it. Knitting’s cool.” Pointing at the mass of wool on the table, he asked, “What are you making, anyway?”

“A jumper. For myself, before you panic. I’m not going to start making cutesy things with animals or bobbles on and forcing you to wear them.”

Colton huffed out a breath. “Thank God for that. Just ‘cos you’re a granny all of a sudden, doesn’t mean I want to start dressing like a granddad.”

Fixing her boyfriend with a look that should, by rights, have turned him to stone, Trinity snatched up her knitting and flounced out of the room. She headed for their bedroom, where she kept her knitting stuff neatly in a corner of her wardrobe. Putting her hard work away carefully in her bag, her fingers brushed against a spare length of cut-off yarn. The thick blue wool gave her an idea. Grinning, she gently pulled it out. Yes, it would do nicely.

Just then, she heard Colton muttering to himself, then his progress from the living room to their bedroom. He was probably coming to apologize. She smirked. Well, she’d make him grovel, all right.

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