The Crimson Rope

by London Saint James

  He had to clear his throat several times before he could project his voice with any of his usual authority and her lips curled up in a smile. The little minx would pay for this insolence. She would look beautiful with her skin red from his hands, and he flexed his fingers and shrugged out of the suit jacket he still wore. With deliberate slowness, he folded it and placed it on a nearby chair and then rolled his sleeves up. Her smile slipped when he made a show of studying the various implements and toys lined up on the sideboard, noticing her responses to each item he touched with interest.

  She barely suppressed a moan at the long leather flogger, twitched in seeming excitement at the butt plug and set of vibrators he ran his fingers along, held her breath when he paused at the bullwhip, and looked slightly worried at the riding crop.

  The paddle elicited no response whatsoever and the spreader bar had her clenching her thighs. Interesting indeed. Josh had learned long ago to read his subs by the way they responded to the tools of the trade, and he smiled at the full body shiver the set of candles evoked.

  Oh, they were going to have so much fun.

  Settling for the riding crop, he used the end to raise her chin up, and the trust he saw in her expressive blue orbs blew him away. He trailed the end of the crop lower, over her collarbone and into the valley of her breasts, until he could tease her nipples. Lucy bit her lip and leaned into the feather light touch.

  "Did I give you permission to move, girl?"

  Instantly she froze.

  "No, Sir. Sorry, Sir."

  Her breathless reply made his chest feel tight and he fought the urge to release his smarting dick, and demand that she give him some relief. As if she read his thoughts, Lucy's gaze dropped to his groin and she licked her lips.

  "I don't think so, girl. You haven't been good enough to earn my cock, have you?"

  "No, Sir. Please tell me how I can earn that privilege, Sir."

  Fuck it. Whoever trained her had trained her well. Gratitude to the unknown Dom warred with the red-hot stabs of fiery jealousy at the thought of another man's hands on her skin. Marking her, claiming her as his sub, perhaps even slave. The poise she held with effortless grace spoke of years in the lifestyle. What exactly had little Lucy been up to in the five years she had been away?

  "Let's start with some answers. How long have you been in the lifestyle?"

  She glanced up at him and he gave her his best stare designed to make even the most unruly sub squirm, and sure enough a fierce blush spread across her cheeks as she hastily dropped her gaze to the floor.

  "Since I left on my gap year. I met a Dom on my travels and he kinda introduced me to it all. We parted ways when I started at Glasgow Uni, but I knew I needed to explore more. I did some research and found Dommisimma." She glanced up at him again and he smiled in reassurance. Everyone in the lifestyle had heard of the club. It was run by the best in the business and it would certainly explain the excellent training she'd received.

  "So, anyway, Mistress Linsey took me under her wing, and the rest is history."

  "You were, her...?" The mental images of Lucy and Linsey together were so erotic, it took his breath away and he concentrated on keeping his breathing even.

  "I was her sub, Sir, in every way." She risked a quick peek up at him, and then rushed on to explain. "I'm not gay, but it was different with Mistress. And she lent me out a lot … it's what I needed at the time. I wanted to experience it all."

  "I see."

  He did see all too clearly and in Technicolor detail, and the completely unreasonable stab of jealousy he felt made his blood boil.

  ****

  She had said the wrong thing somehow, and a ball of misery landed in her tummy. She risked another peep up at him and immediately wished she hadn't. Judging by the white knuckled grasp he had on the riding crop, and the rigid way he held himself, Josh was utterly furious. Their gazes connected and she sat spellbound and utterly unable to move. Only Mistress had ever been able to demand her utter obedience with just one look before, but right now, every fiber of her being waited for Joshua's next move. She didn't even dare breathe for fear of breaking the spell. She was finally on her knees in front of him, so aroused that her juices trickled past the elastic of her bikini bottoms. Her breasts felt heavy, the nipples so sensitive that the slight air movement created by the air conditioning seemed to chafe, as the buds hardened to the point of pain under his silent scrutiny. When he did finally move, she exhaled her pent up breath in a big whoosh and Josh smiled grimly.

  "I'm sorry, Sir." The apology tumbled out before she could stop herself, and Joshua frowned and proceeded to tap the crop against his leg.

  "For what?" The terse question sliced through the air almost like the crack of a whip, and Lucy tensed.

  "I've displeased you somehow, Sir. That was never my intention, but…" She stopped to take a deep breath, and she blinked the unwanted tears away.

  "Don't stop now, girl. I'd really love to hear, why the sweet girl I thought I knew, turns out to be a kinky little slut." She jumped when he threw the riding crop across the room. It bounced off the heavily padded wall and skittered across the floor, and Joshua swore.

  He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head.

  "Fuck, this is wrong on so many fucking levels. Get up, Lucy. Let me take you home, and let's pretend this never happened, because seeing you like this, all I want to do is bend you over my knee, spank your insolent ass raw and then fuck you until we both can't see straight, and that … that is never going to happen."

  He bent to grab her by the arm, but Lucy shrugged him off.

  "No, I will not get up and leave, damn you. If you don't want me then I'm sure there are plenty of willing Doms in the club tonight to help me scratch that itch. I simply… ow."

  The tug to her hair hurt—really hurt and excitement coursed through her veins at the grim determination on Joshua's face. He dragged her up by her hair, and over to the bed. Before she could even blink, she was face down on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge. The hand in her hair kept her down whilst the other yanked off her bottoms and then delivered a set of open-handed swats to her ass that made her blood sing with heated excitement. The sharp pain set her butt on fire, as he spoke to her, each word accentuated by another swat to her ass.

  "You. Will. Do. No. Such. Thing. The. Only. Person. You. Will. Scene. With. Is. Me. Are. We. Clear. Girl."

  By the time he stopped spanking her, her ass was a red-hot mass of stinging sensation and his ragged breathing matched her own.

  "Jesus, Lucy." He released her and then sat down and pulled her onto his lap. She clung to him, cocooned in his embrace, the heavy, and rock solid evidence of how much this whole scene had turned him on, also, a dizzying presence under her throbbing ass cheeks.

  He framed her face in his hands and she lost herself in the heated concern she read in his toffee-colored eyes.

  "Promise me, you will not play with any of them out there. You could have gotten hurt tonight. That wannabe had no idea what he was doing, and I would never forgive myself if something happened to you."

  "Maybe I'm looking to get a little hurt?" She couldn't help but test him a little more, his reaction too close to all her fantasies come true to be real.

  Sure enough, his expression grew forbidden again and her pussy spasmed in need, and she curled her hands into the silk of his shirt.

  "You're playing with fire, here, Lucy. I'm trying to do the right thing by you." His gravelly tones washed over her, and she tugged on his shirt, desperate to run her hand over his skin, free of any barrier. He didn't let her, of course. His eyebrows rose and he stilled the movement of her hands by grabbing her wrists.

  "Please, Uncle Joshua, let me."

  His groan in answer was the sexiest sound ever and he closed his eyes and crunched his teeth together.

  "We can't do this, pet. Your father would have a heart attack if he knew you were here, let alone here with me."

  The way he said pet just mad
e her more determined. She so wanted to be owned by him, taken, claimed, used, and branded, and fuck what anyone else thought.

  "He doesn't need to know," she said. "I'm not the precious little girl that he needs to protect. I haven't been for a long time. I'm a woman with needs and desires, and right now I want you."

  His hold on her wrists grew painful and he opened his eyes to study her. Lucy didn't dare move under his silent scrutiny, but she had to make him see, to make him understand.

  "If you don't want me, that's fine. If you don’t feel the same way, then I'll be heart broken, but I'll get over it, eventually, maybe … but don't deny what we have … what we could have, because my father is your friend. I want you, Uncle Josh. I've always wanted you, from the minute my hormones hit. This isn't just a crush. Not for me. Lord knows I tried to get you out of my system. And I thought I'd succeeded and then you looked at me like that when I got out of the pool, and all I wanted to do was jump your bones."

  She ran out of steam, getting more and more uncertain the more she babbled on and her heart broke a little bit more with every breathless word, yet still he just sat and watched her with that unwavering attention that made her want this man even more. God, how she wanted … needed him. The realization that this was more than just lust hit her square in the face, and she furiously blinked away the tears of misery and disappointment.

  Here she was pouring out her heart to him and he just sat there.

  "Damn it, say something."

  He released her wrists and stood up, causing her to slide off his lap, and she would have fallen on the floor had he not grabbed her round the waist and pulled her flush against him. Holding her so close that she could hear his galloping heartbeat, he finally bent down and kissed her.

  It wasn't the harsh kiss she was expecting. This was a mere whisper of his lips across hers, feather-light and designed to tease. He ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth, and when she immediately opened to him he slipped inside with the unhurried stance of a man who had all the time in the world. Lucy whimpered her need for him into the kiss, but every time she tried to take over he retreated. One hand crept in her hair, holding her head in place as the other molded her ass cheeks, the sweet burn of her abused flesh sending darts of need to her clit.

  When he finally broke the kiss, Lucy was a breathless gooey mass of need, and he smiled and licked along her jaw.

  "We'll do this my way, sweet Lucy. Now go and lie on the bed, and wait for me."

  Chapter Three

  The speed with which she followed his demand had to be seen to be believed, and Joshua smiled to himself. He might well regret this in the morning, and he might be signing the death warrant of his relationship with her father, but every fiber in his body called him to claim her, to mark her skin, and to sink his cock deep inside her wet cunt. Without being instructed to, little Lucy lay down on her front, stretched her arms above her head, and spread her legs wide, giving him a perfect view of how wet she was for him. The crotch of her bikini panties was soaked through with her arousal.

  Wordlessly he approached the bed and a shiver went through her when he announced his intentions.

  "I'm going to tie you to the bed, sweet pet. Then I'm going to use the knife to cut your panties off, and then I'm going to fuck you. Would you like that, pet?"

  "God, yes."

  Her pretty little plea made his balls draw tight and he shrugged out of his trousers and boxers to give his aching cock more room, and then picked up one of the floggers and the butt plug.

  "God, yes, what?" he asked.

  She froze and then thudded her forehead against the bed.

  "Yes, please, Sir."

  "Better, but we really have to work on this insolence of yours, don't we?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  Joshua swung the flogger with practiced ease and precision, so that the long strands hit her square across her ass with the ends streaking across her cunt, and Lucy yelped. Again and again he repeated the process, until she lifted her butt into the strokes, and he stopped.

  Her moan of denial made him chuckle and he ran his fingers over the firm contours of her behind, and then proceeded to restrain her with the wrist and ankle cuffs attached to the bed. By the time he was done, Lucy's panting breaths told him how close to release she was and he marveled at her responsiveness. Eyes closed, she whimpered into the bedcovers, when he picked up the knife and pressed the flat of the blade against her cheek.

  "Look at me, pet."

  Instantly she complied, and he smiled his reassurance.

  "What's your safe word, pet?"

  She blinked twice as though she had trouble grasping his question, and just when he thought they'd have to use the traffic lights, she replied.

  "Taboo, Sir."

  It was his turn to blink, and she grinned at him.

  "Taboo?" he asked.

  "Yes, Sir. It seemed fitting, considering my fantasies all involved my Uncle Josh."

  He shook his head in amusement, and thanked the universe he'd decided to come to the club tonight.

  "Taboo it is, then."

  Her eyes widened and that enticing little pulse point in her neck went into overdrive when he ran the tip of the knife across it.

  "You like this, don't you, my sweet little Lucy. Such a naughty girl ... I wonder where else you might like to feel the blade." He trailed it lower, across her shoulder and diagonally across her back, digging in just enough to leave a trail of red marks without breaking the skin, and Lucy pulled on her restraints. He swatted her ass and she went still.

  "Better. I don't want to cut this beautiful skin. Now, tell me, where else would you like the kiss of the knife? Here?" He cut the sides of her panties and they fell away, exposing her glistening cunt to his view. Joshua groaned.

  "Such a pretty little pussy, all wet and swollen and pink. I wonder what that pussy of mine will do when I do this?"

  He laid the flat of the knife across her slippery slit and Lucy gasped.

  ****

  "Oh yes, my little naughty Lucy likes this, doesn't she."

  Every muscle in her body tensed in anticipation as the cool metal slid against her cunt, and a renewed gush of her juices left her pussy hole. Her vaginal walls clenched in desperate need and she held her breath when Joshua changed the angle of the knife.

  "Don't move, pet."

  He trailed kisses down her spine, interspersed with little bites, along the path the knife had taken moments before, whilst the coolness of the blade left to lie between her legs told her it was still there. The tip of it rested against her clit, and as his weight pushed on her, it rubbed against it, causing the familiar tingles to start. Her stomach clenched and her pussy spasmed wildly.

  When he parted her ass cheeks, the sweet sting of her abused flesh almost sent her over the edge, had it not been for his growled order.

  "Don't you dare … I do not want you to come yet, pet. Do you hear me?"

  She whined her denial and he chuckled into the low of her back, his hot breath tickling her sweat-slicked skin.

  "You'll only come with my cock buried deeply inside your cunt. Are we clear?"

  "Y-Yes, Sir. But, please, I so want your cock, and I so need to come."

  Again he laughed, the sound so wicked and possessive, Lucy had to blink away tears. It was as though he knew her every dirty fantasy and had made it his mission to give it to her. That they should mesh so perfectly was more than she could ever have hoped for, but then, did anyone know her better than Uncle Josh?

  He'd known her for twenty years after all, had witnessed her obsession with knives on more than one occasion, and so of course he would deduce that this was one of her preferred scenes.

  "Oh you will come for me, sweet Lucy, and you will come long and hard, but only at my say so."

  He bit her ass, and Lucy hissed through her gritted teeth, as he licked her slit. The knife dug in further with the jerky hip movements she couldn't stop from making, and he held her still with a growled, "No."r />
  Again and again he licked her folds, lapping up the resulting gush of cream until she wanted to scream at him to hurry up. His stubble scraped across her sensitive flesh, pitching her arousal higher still, yet always keeping her teetering on the edge.

  By the time he finally withdrew, Lucy's cunt was a mass of quivering nerves. Complete sensory overload. Her clit felt huge and with one last circle of the knife's tip around that engorged and quivering bud, he completely withdrew.

  "No, please … please, I want."

  The whistle of the flogger gave her scant seconds’ warning, before the sharp pain brought her arousal down several notches. These strikes were designed to hurt, and Lucy screamed into the covers, determined to take the pain, trusting him to make this right. Slowly the pain receded, and all-consuming heat spread from her ass across her skin in rolling waves, until Lucy floated above the pain in that little bubble of addictive happiness she hadn't felt in way too long.

  Cool liquid dribbled into the cleft of her butt cheeks, followed by the familiar burn. Joshua's deep voice in her ear urged her to relax, to take the pain for him, until she was filled.

  "That's my girl. You look so beautiful with your ass filled, and your skin covered in my marks."

  Happiness suffused her whole being at the approval in his reverent tones. Like molten chocolate the words of praise dripped across her senses, and made her fall in love with him a little more. Nothing mattered but the sound of his voice, calling her his good little girl.

  His body heat scorched her skin and his weight pinned her into the mattress until she could barely breathe. Hands either side of her head, he lifted himself off her and whispered into her ear.

  "I'm so hard for you I ache. I'm going to fuck you now, and I want you to scream for me."

  He ran his cock along her slit and then pushed in slowly but surely, every delicious and torturous inch, until Lucy was completely filled and surrounded by him.