The Crimson Rope

by London Saint James

  “Look at me, Lua Mirabella.”

  Her eyes flew open at the fierce command and as her gaze collided with her husband’s he steamed himself into her in one hard final stroke. Lua cried out his name, lifting her hips to welcome him into her warmth. Fully trapping her with his weight, Jürgen increased his speed, pistoning into her with reckless abandon, each thrust, each pull and each stroke, increasing the arousal coursing through her.

  “I want to touch you,” she begged.

  He must have seen something in her eyes because he only hesitated a second before releasing her and allowing her arms to wrap around his wide shoulders. Lua clung to him, bringing him as close as possible. The new angle brought on a new sensation that made her spine tingle.

  “Master.”

  Lua arched her back, her hips lifting against his invasion, moving in tempo with his hard thrusts. Jürgen kissed her hard, bruising her lips before nestling his head in the crook of her shoulder. Lua mewled. Her short fingernails dug into her husband’s back. She was tense, the fire burning through rapidly turning wild. Jürgen licked the tender spot between her shoulder and neck. In. Out. In. Out. Lua panted. Sweat drenched their bodies. She tangled her fingers into Jürgen’s long brown locks. Jürgen growled. Her hips lifted, her mind went blank. Jürgen’s sharp teeth sank into her neck and the flames coursing through her flared into an inextinguishable blaze.

  ****

  Most of the candles had melted and the once brightly burning fire was little more than glowing embers. Lua rested her head on her husband’s shoulder, tracing lazy circles on his chest, memorizing the old battle scars. She was still marveling at what had occurred between them.

  Her husband ruled over the castle with an iron fist but when it came to her, he was always accommodating. From their early courting days, Jürgen had been a true virtuous knight. He pampered and cared for her needs in every way possible. Even though, like tradition demanded, she was at his mercy, nothing more than a woman to obey her Lord and husband, he treated her with a respect that had always made her feel revered, adored, worshipped. She never expected Jürgen to be so ruthless, so domineering but she especially never expected to like this side of him so much. Jürgen had taken control not only of her as a lady of the castle, but as a woman. He controlled her in every possible way and she relished it. She relished the knowledge that he knew her so well that he could bring out the passion tapped deep inside of her. Discovering his dark desire had been her liberation. There was no longer any guilt. No heavy conscience making her turn her back to her husband and cry herself to sleep. She was at peace. Women had to abide by their husbands, that was what she had been taught throughout her life. Her husband, Jürgen, wanted her to cry out his name in the throes of passion, he wanted her tied down and at his mercy. In their bedroom, just like out of it, he wanted to command her and she was more than willing to obey. Lua smiled, just like she’d been taught.

  “Lua?”

  She shivered at his husky tone, a new bout of arousal sizzling through her. There was an unspoken question in her name and she knew just what to answer.

  “Master.” She sat up, leaning on her elbow to gaze down at her husband’s chocolate eyes. Jürgen’s gaze warmed, a smile spreading over his sensual lips. Lua leaned into him. Lowering her lips to his ear, she whispered, “Will you tie me up again?”

  The End

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  TABOO

  Doris O’Connor

  Copyright© 2013

  Chapter One

  Joshua Worthy swilled the expensive brandy around his mouth and swallowed the amber liquid in one fell swoop. It cut a fiery path down his gullet, and served as a welcome reminder that he could still feel something. He grimaced and helped himself to another snifter from the tray of a passing server. The pretty little sub smiled at him, and Joshua took a moment to appreciate the rise and fall of the young woman's shapely ass cheeks, as she continued her rounds.

  His dick, however, stayed firmly, or rather limply in his silk boxers. He cursed under his breath and took another long swig of the brandy, as images of another blonde invaded his mind. Firm, youthful flesh, pert lush breasts barely contained in the string bikini she'd worn. Her long blonde locks had tumbled around her heart-shaped face. A smile to die for—Lucy Jennings—the only woman his useless appendage seemed interested in. The one and only woman he could never have.

  One simply did not lust after the only daughter of one's oldest friend, even if she had grown into a beautiful young woman. Even if she, too, had clearly felt the unexpected connection between them, when he had awkwardly shaken her hand. A jolt of electricity had arched up his arm and she had gasped and stared up at him. Her beautiful blue eyes had darkened, the pupils dilated until there had been only a thin ring of brilliant blue left, and Joshua had forced himself to step away from her, grateful for the loosely fitted shirt covering his groin.

  Joshua shook his head in disgust at his maudlin thoughts. Ever since that fateful day six months ago, when Lucy had returned from Glasgow armed with her degree in English Literature and moved back in with her doting father, Joshua had not been able to get her out of his mind.

  Even here, at the last place sweet Lucy would ever be, he saw her in every blonde woman. The sub clenching her hands in the recognized signal for Stop was a point in question.

  It wasn't Lucy, of course. It couldn't be. This young woman bore an intricate tattoo of a cross on her slender back, and she was clearly in distress.

  All his senses kicked into high alert, when the Dom she was scene-ing with ignored her now frantic hand signals. What the fuck?

  The blonde had to be gagged, because she made no sounds, other than the obvious signs of distress. Her whole body language screamed Get off. Arms and legs tied by crimson Shibari rope, the young and clearly inexperienced Dom had tied her over the spanking bench in such a haphazard manner that she had to be hurting, and not in a good way.

  When the sorry excuse of a Dom picked up a flogger and brought it down hard across her exposed ass, Joshua saw red. He wasn't one of the monitors tonight, but there was no way he would just stand back, and let this wannabe abuse a helpless sub.

  He caught the young man's arm in the back swing and yanked the flogger out of his hand.

  "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

  The youngster tried to make a grab for it, but Joshua ignored the man's whiny protest. The sub on the bench had raised her head, and a sense of dread made Joshua's gut tighten. He knew the curve of that long graceful neck, had studied it often enough from a distance, and even blindfolded and gagged with tears marring her perfect skin, he recognized her.

  "Lucy? What the fuck?"

  She froze, and without thinking Joshua's fist connected with the other man's chin. The surprised expression registering on the man's face would have been comical, had every one of Joshua's senses not been taken up by the discovery that his Lucy was here at Club Crimson, engaging in a scene with the scumbag now moaning on the floor.

  He ripped the blindfold off her face and Lucy blinked several times before her gaze focused on his. The most delightful blush darkened her flawless skin, and his cock jumped to attention with a speed that left him quite light headed.

  "Would you care to explain to me why you just floored one of my guests, Joshua?" Master M, the owner of Club Crimson, addressed him with a deceptively lazy drawl, which showed his annoyance at Joshua's interference. Not that he gave a flying fuck about Master M's feelings right now. He was far too focused on Lucy, who visibly cringed as M spoke again. "I know Rufus is not the most experienced of Doms, but we all have to start somewhere and the girl did agree to this scene, didn't you?"

  Lucy's eyes widened and then she studied the floor as though the view of Joshua's shoes held the answer to the location of the Holy Grail. Embarrassment radiated off her in almost palpable waves. It was tinged with worry and God help him, the unmistakable evidence of her arousal. It wasn't the ropes she was objecting to. It had
been the treatment at Rufus's hands.

  "And did she agree to have her safe signals ignored?"

  Joshua forced himself to temper his voice, the thought of what might have happened to her robbing him of his usual calm demeanor, and M's eyebrows rose in response. A hush fell over the darkened corner of the club, and Josh released his clenched fists. He busied himself with releasing Lucy out of the ropes binding her torso to the bench instead.

  "That is one heck of an accusation, Joshua. Rufus was being watched by—" M’s face grew murderous as it must have dawned on him that the dungeon monitor was nowhere to be seen. "Fuck, this place is going to shit tonight. Can you look after her? I need to sort this out."

  "With pleasure, but I will need one of your private rooms."

  He didn't miss the shudder that went through Lucy's small frame at his words, and he had to adjust himself through the linen of his suit trousers. She screeched when he picked her up and flung her over his shoulder.

  "This one is mine, and she is so going to get punished for this."

  Master M's eyebrows rose again, and their gazes met and held. Joshua hid his smile at Lucy's sharp intake of breath over his shoulder. She wriggled and he slapped her ass twice in quick succession with a murmured, "Hold still, girl."

  "I see how it is," M said. "Is she the reason you haven't been here in ages, by any chance, and when you are, you never play?" He grinned and held his hands up when Joshua grunted his annoyance. "No need to bite my head off. I get it. Take her to my private dungeon. You won't be disturbed. I won't be playing tonight. I have some public humiliation to exert, it seems."

  M's amusement fled as quickly as it had appeared, and Joshua almost felt guilty for the young pup on duty tonight—almost. Thanks to his negligence Lucy could have gotten seriously hurt, and if her dad got wind of this there was a lawsuit in the making. Judge Jennings did not take kindly to anyone interfering with his daughter. Joshua's precious burden wriggled and he slapped her ass again.

  "Don’t even think about it, young lady. You and I are going to have a long talk."

  ****

  Flung over his shoulder, Lucy had the perfect view of Joshua's ass. The glimpses she caught from under his tailored suit jacket had her mouth watering and her cunt clenched in anticipation. If her hands weren't still tied she'd have run them all over that broad back, down to the firm ass cheeks. Joshua might be only a few years younger than her father, but he had the body of a much younger man, and kept himself in excellent shape. He was also sex-on-legs gorgeous, especially when dressed in his tailored suits that somehow only accentuated the bad boy aura that still surrounded him.

  From the glimpses she'd caught of him, before she'd thought it wisest to keep her eyes down, his dark hair was in need of a trim, and he hadn't shaved for a couple of days. He also looked utterly furious, whether with her or the situation, her befuddled brain couldn't quite comprehend. This close to the object of her lust-filled teenage fantasies—fantasies that had taken on a decidedly erotic and downright kinky turn since her return home—all she could do was feel.

  Anticipation made her breath choppy and her knickers slick with her need for this man, and if her nipples got any harder, they would poke holes into the fine fabric of his suit jacket. Only Uncle Joshua would wear a suit to a fetish club. She grinned to herself. It was so deliciously naughty referring to him as her Uncle. They'd dropped the title long ago, of course, ever since she'd started to grow curves, and he'd stopped bouncing her on his knee. Life had interfered, in fact, and, she hadn't seen him for years, until that day he walked in on her emerging out of the swimming pool, and her teenage crush had instantly morphed into full grown adult, want his cock in her mouth, lust.

  Their rapid walk away from the main area of the club slowed and then Joshua stopped in front of a heavily padded door. The fast beeps of the key code combination being entered hitched her fevered anticipation up another notch and then they were inside. Soft lighting came on automatically, the door thudded shut behind them, shutting off the remaining noises of the club and then the world tilted when Joshua threw her on the massive bed in the corner of the room.

  Pain shot up her abused arms and she winced, a wince that stuck in her throat when she looked up, and saw Joshua looming over her with a scary looking knife.

  "Roll over for me."

  His deep voice held that edge of command that always made her wet and she did her best to comply. She went rigid when he helped her, and his large hands stroked up and down her arms.

  "Hold very still for me. I'm going to cut these ropes off. They're far too tight, and I'm afraid this might hurt. Are you okay with that?"

  Tears blurred her vision at the concern in that slightly hoarse voice and she nodded her head.

  "Use your words for me. I need to be sure you're all right with the knife. I can untie the knots, but that will take longer and I'm concerned about your circulation."

  "I'm fine. Just do it, please … Sir."

  His sharp intake of breath at the salutation she knew he deserved did strange things to her insides. She sensed the subtle shift in him, from the man she knew, to the Dom she also knew he was, and she was itching to see more of. With a few well-placed cuts the rope fell away, yet her arms stayed put. Locked in place, they would not conform to the demands of her brain and she grunted her frustration.

  "Easy, girl. Let me help you."

  With infinite care he moved first one arm and then the other, his long slightly calloused fingertips massaging her skin until the feeling returned into them. The pain took her breath away and she flinched away from his touch but he held her firm.

  "Let me do this for you. Breathe through the pain. It'll pass in a minute." His voice had dropped an octave, deep and commanding, and it urged her to comply. He increased the pressure of his strokes, and slowly the ache turned into bone shattering awareness of him, and the path his talented hands travelled over her skin. Up and down her arms, over her shoulders, down the length of her spine and into the small of her back. He massaged the globes of her ass, and then each leg in turn, until his hands were once again stroking up and down her back. He must have undone the straps of the bikini top she'd chosen to wear for her scene, because his hands glided up and down her back with no strap to hinder their progress. He murmured soothing words under his breath, as he traced the contours of her cross, and called her a good girl.

  "I'm not, though, am I?" she whispered.

  His hands stopped either side of her rib cage. Their fingertips rested just on the underside of her breasts, and she wished with all of her might that he would move them that little bit lower.

  "When did you get this tattoo?" He used what felt like just one finger to trace up and down the cross, and she brought her arms around to rest on her elbows and lift herself up a little. He didn't stop her, and he didn’t move his other hand, even though his fingers were now cupping her left breast. Hot and heavy they lay there, and as a result her voice came out far huskier than she wanted it to be.

  "Last month."

  "It's beautiful, but I dare say your father doesn't know about this, right?" She heard the barely suppressed amusement in his voice, and her lips too curled up at the thought of her dad's face when he found out his little girl had a huge tattoo all over her shoulders and back.

  "There are lots of things daddy doesn’t know about me. And you for that matter."

  The finger on her back stopped just above the elastic of her bikini bottoms and the hold on her breast tightened imperceptibly. The air seemed heavy all of sudden, laden with sexual tension and need that made her rub her thighs together to relieve the insistent throbbing in her clit.

  "So it would seem." His voice had dropped lower still, and his finger inched under the elastic of her bottoms, whilst his other hand now openly played with her breast, his thumb rubbing over the hard nipple and sending shards of need to her pussy.

  She bit back a moan, and his warmth enveloped her, as he leant down and whispered in her ear.

&
nbsp; "In fact, it would appear my sweet little Lucy has been a very naughty little girl and she needs to be punished."

  He bit down hard on the soft flesh of her earlobe and Lucy whimpered.

  "Yes, Sir. I have been a very naughty little girl indeed."

  Chapter Two

  That need-filled feminine whisper made Joshua harden to the point of pain, and he wrapped his hand into her long hair and tugged her head back to make her look at him. The fine sheen of arousal coated her skin, her usually pale features flushed a rosy pink, her plump lips slightly open as her lush little breasts rose and fell with rapid breaths. The perfect little handful for his large hands, he itched to attach nipple clamps to the rosy tips and see them flush bright red, as he slipped his aching cock between her lips and fucked her mouth.

  Josh shook his head to clear it of those far too alluring visions. First things first, they had to establish some ground rules. As much as he thought he knew Lucy, he clearly didn't know her at all. The Lucy he knew did not attend fetish clubs, and she did not respond to him in such a beautifully submissive manner that he almost forgot all his basic training.

  He forced himself to release her and stepped away from the bed. He didn't miss her pout of disappointment and he hid his grin. Yes, she would be a bratty sub.

  He was also pleased to note that she made no attempt at covering up. Instead she looked at him and then got off the bed and with practiced grace, sank to her knees. Head bowed, shoulders back, legs open wide, and hands palms up on her thighs she presented so beautifully it took his breath away. The Dom in him did a mental fist pump, and the inherent caveman he had to hide from the rest of the world wanted to brand and claim her as his.