The Crimson Rope

by London Saint James

  “You did not know about the passageway, my precious?”

  “No, Master. Not this one.”

  Quickly fixing the tapestry that hid the door back in place, Jürgen turned and frowned. Their bedroom, which should have been in shadows at this late hour, was welcoming. The fireplace had been set and a few candelabras lit. Beneath the window, the small oak table had been laid out with fruit, bread, water and wine.

  “You knew we would come here?”

  Lua shook her head, a smile gracing her delicate features. “It must have been Giselle.”

  “Indeed.” Jürgen made a mental note to reward the young woman later. He watched his wife. She was relaxed, clearly content that they were in the safety of their own room.

  “We are not finished, Lua Mirabella,” he said darkly.

  She spun around to face him, her mouth opening in a perfect O, her chest rising and falling in quick rhythm as the impact of his words sank in. Jürgen sat on the edge of their four-poster bed.

  “Get on your knees and take off my boots, Lua Mirabella.”

  She went to him, nervously moistening her lips and obediently dropping to her knees before him. Jürgen watched mesmerized as Lua’s trembling fingers pulled and tugged at his shoes. Her grunts and puffs of exertion excited him, his rigid member growing fuller and harder. The compulsion to pull her up and fuck her increased with every one of her noises, but he managed to keep his hands to himself. If he had waited this long he could wait a little while more. He glanced at the cloak that he’d dropped on the bed. They weren’t nearly done yet, and the best was still to come.

  “Now undress me.”

  Lua’s eyes lifted to his face, delight shining in their depths. She scrambled to her feet and he opened his legs so she could stand between them. Her small hands fumbled with his tunic as she attempted to remove the cumbersome garment. Her scent, strangely fresh and sweet enveloped him, intoxicating him. This time, Jürgen aided her, the need to feel his wife’s touch on his skin as urgent as hers. Finally, his simple black tunic dropped to the floor. He smirked, a deep satisfaction settling in him at his wife’s loud intake of breath at the sight of his naked torso.

  “Jürgen,” she mumbled. Hesitantly, she touched him, tickling his flesh with inquisitive fingers. Her gaze remained pinned on him, caressing him intimately in a way that words could not express. He set his jaw. He was losing control of the situation fast and he wasn’t ready to finish. He had to show her what else was involved when it came to loving him.

  "Finish removing my clothes, Lua Mirabella.”

  With a firm hand to her shoulder, he indicated she should drop to her knees again. She did so quietly, quickly setting to the task he had ordered her. He observed her as her fingers repeatedly slipped around the lace of his breeches. This time, he refused to help her even though he was desperate for her to finish the task. Finally, she managed, eagerly pushing the material aside. Her inquiring hands grasped his cock and Jürgen slapped them away. He stood. Lua understood his unspoken request perfectly. Hastily, she rolled his trousers down his legs, barely flinching when his jutting cock brushed against her cheek. He sat again, lifting his feet so she could remove the rest of the garment.

  Spreading his legs, he grasped his cock and stroked it slowly, watching Lua’s face carefully. Her luminous eyes were fastened on his hand, intently taking in every detail of his member. He squeezed the head, drawing a clear drop of fluid from its slit. Lua leaned closer.

  “Look at me, Lua.”

  He growled in annoyance as she lifted her gaze for an instant before dropping it to his cock again. In an instant, he was standing and taking hold of Lua’s braid, pulling hard. Lua yelped in surprise, tears gathering at the back of her eyes at the unexpected yank.

  "What runs through your pretty head that you do not do as I ask, Lua Mirabella?” He wrapped her hair around his hand and tugged sharply, keeping her face tilted to his.

  "I ache to touch you, Master, to feel your flesh beneath my fingertips, to trace and memorize each of your battle wounds, to lick and soothe them with my mouth."

  Her softly whispered words coupled with the raw emotion in her eyes almost undid him. She wanted to touch him and he wanted her touch more than a rose needed sunshine to thrive. Releasing her hair, he cupped her chin, brushing the pad of his finger across her full bottom lip.

  "Right now, I only ache for one thing and that is your mouth around my engorged member."

  He punctuated his words by running the slick tip of his cock against her cheek and the outline of her lips.

  "Open."

  Lust glazed Lua`s half-lidded eyes into a darker shade as Jürgen entered her willing mouth. She moaned. The sound vibrated through him, causing him to groan deeply as pleasure tingled through every one of his limbs.

  "Suck on it, Lua, worship it with your mouth."

  In reply, she rolled her tongue over the head, licking it with a gusto he never expected from his prim and proper wife. He pushed against her and she gagged slightly, but to his surprise, she didn’t pull back. Instead, Lua sucked more of him into her warm recess with an enthusiasm that weakened his legs. Jürgen cursed. He would not last. Firmly grasping her head between his hands, he picked up the pace, thrusting into her pliant mouth.

  "Beloved Lua, your mouth is like the softest silk."

  Lua moaned deeply, the sound triggering his release. Strings of white come spurted into his wife's waiting mouth. At last, Jürgen released her, watching with a dizzy head as Lua licked the corner of her lips, her red, swollen lips a testimonial of what they’d done for the first time.

  "How are you feeling, precious?"

  "I am well, my lord.” Her voice was husky and rich, with a sensual quality, which made his flesh prickle.

  “Stay right there.”

  Jürgen served himself a cup of water and drank profusely. Lua remained where he’d commanded. His heart skipped a beat. It was time to show her why he was not only her Lord but also her Master. He refilled the cup, and returned to his wife’s side.

  "Drink," he ordered, handing her the cup.

  She took the cup with a grateful smile, quickly draining its contents.

  “Thank you.”

  Taking the cup back from her, he set it back on the table. It was time to make her beautiful flesh pink and streaked for his pleasure.

  “Stand at the foot of the bed, near the post, Lua Mirabella. It is time for you to learn how far my debauchery can go and decide if you truly want to be a part of it.”

  Lua dutifully obeyed him. Jürgen could tell she was nervous. Good. He went to the bed, pulling out two coils of rope from between the folds of her cloak. Standing beside Lua, he gently ran his fingertips over the side of her body. Lua leaned into him, relaxed.

  “Remember your word?”

  “Yes.”

  “What was it?”

  “Storm, Master.”

  “Good girl.” Grabbing her roughly, he pushed her against the pole, spreading her legs apart with his knee while holding her hands high above her head. He kept her still with his body pressed to her back, his cock swelling again between her buttocks.

  “Do you feel it, my love?”

  “Yes,” she hissed, pushing against him. Swiftly, Jürgen tied her hands against the post, then her ankles.

  "You will remain as still as possible, precious. If you move, not only the lashing will hurt. I will punish you. What was your word?"

  "Storm, Master.”

  "Good," he whispered into her ear, nipping at the earlobe. Grasping the edge of the cloak, he pulled it closer, unwrapping the thick material. Lua gasped as she caught sight of what lay hidden. It was his favorite instrument: the three-tail flogger, perfect for his wife. The feeling it would create in Lua would alternate between a thud and a sharp sting.

  “I’m going to cover your eyes to heighten your feelings, precious,” he decided impulsively.

  “But Master, I want to see you,” she protested.

  Jürgen barked out
a laugh. Who knew his wife could be so demanding? He liked this Lua, the one that didn’t shut down and keep her thoughts to herself.

  “Not now, Lua Mirabella.” Searching in her trunk of clothes, he found a soft red kerchief. Kissing her shoulder, Jürgen proceeded to cover her eyes. He regarded her carefully. Her chest rose up rapidly, her breasts jiggling enticingly. She kept her mouth partly open, licking her lips out of nervous habit. There was no sign of fear or distress. It seemed his beloved wife was enjoying this as much as he was.

  “I want you to feel every moment, every touch.”

  Roughly, he grabbed her ass cheeks, parting them and kneading the flesh. Lua groaned.

  “I love that sound. I’m going to make sure you say it constantly.”

  He continued to rub her flesh, massaging it. Running his hands down her thighs, he bent at the waist, smelling her sweet arousal. Reaching for her sex, he cupped it harshly, drawing out a strangled moan and a shudder from Lua. She was so wet. Wetter than he’d ever had her. Gently he ran his nails up her ass cheeks and over her back, warming up her skin for what was to come. He pulled her hair aside dropping kisses on the spot between her neck and shoulder. Lua panted, a thin sweat over her bare flesh.

  “You smell divine.”

  He stepped in closer, wanting her to be aware of him in her space. Reaching for her breasts, he squeezed them. Lua mewled, her body bucking against the restraints as he pulled and twisted her sensitive nipples.

  “Please…”

  He flicked the hard points while pushing a finger deep into her moist core.

  “Please what?”

  “Please, Master.”

  Jürgen took two steps back and planted his feet firmly on the ground. He snapped the flogger into the air, watching her muscles tense at the sound of it.

  “Relax, Lua Mirabella.”

  Gently he ran the leather strips across her back and down her legs in a caress. He stroked her with the flogger, gliding it across her shoulders, down her back and over her buttocks. He moved to the side. The way she was angled against the post, he could reach her breasts and the outside of her thighs. Lua kept her eyes closed, but her face was flush and her breathing haggard.

  “I want to hear you moan, precious. I want to hear you scream and cry.” He moved to the back again, sliding the strands across her inner thighs in an up and down movement, moving closer to her sex each time. Lua swayed, her bottom tilting toward him, unconsciously begging him. “Don’t hold back, Lua.”

  Jürgen didn’t give her time to respond. With an expert flick, he snapped the long tails of the flogger on her shoulders. It was a soft hit but it caused her to let out her breath audibly. Good. That was his intention. She still needed to loosen up. Again, he hit her softly, warming her flesh up with gentle single strokes. After a few minutes, her body visibly relaxed, her shoulders sagging slightly, her breath coming out quickly but evenly. He increased the speed of the strokes, lashing out in a circular motion that didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath. Soft moans spilled from Lua. Jürgen’s cock throbbed. He hit her right ass cheek, then moved to the left and repeated. Her moans grew louder in time with the force of his blows. He moved lower, swatting her thighs and causing Lua to cry out in surprise, yet she didn’t say her safety word. Heart beating wildly, he picked up a steady rhythm that would sting her but not hurt her skin.

  Chapter Five

  A groan, deep and throaty burst from Lua’s lips. Her vision impaired, all that ground her to reality was Jürgen’s deep voice and the steady rain of blows on her back.

  “That’s right, precious. Moan for me.”

  She arched her back, moaning wantonly as the leather tips skipped across her bottom harder.

  “You have no idea the delightful color your back side is turning.”

  Lua gasped as Jürgen changed his pattern, flogging the back of her thighs, across her thighs, over her buttocks, to her back and again. Jürgen picked up his speed. The thuds became stinging flashes that lashed at her body and created an urgent need inside of her. She felt the compelling need to press her legs together to somehow alleviate the ache building there, but tied to the post she could do little else but whimper and moan. Slowly, her mind slipped, her thoughts centering on the sounds and smells in the room. Jürgen grunted with each blow, his masculine voice mingling with her high-pitched cries and panting breaths. His male fragrance enveloped her along with something else that took her a moment to recognize: her own musk.

  “Please…” What was she asking?

  The weight of the blows increased, upper left side, lower right side, lower left side, upper left side and back again. There was nothing left, only sensations.

  “Breathe deeply, precious. Easy does it, that’s right.”

  “Master.”

  The strands slid sharply across her sex and she cried out in surprise, pain and pleasure mingling. Her bare toes dug into the floor as her body tightened. She hung from a precipice and she just needed a small push to fall into the abyss.

  “Don’t climax, Lua.” Jürgen’s threatening growl caused a whimper to burst through her pursed lips.

  She trembled, fighting off the urge to lose herself in the sensations gripping her as he continued to brush the flogger against her body, slowing the rhythm to a teasing touch. Suddenly it all stopped. All that remained was her body burning, throbbing with need. And Jürgen. Jürgen was always there, his dominating presence lingering at the edge of her subconscious, moving around her, caressing her, brushing his lips against her spine in gentle kisses that made her shiver.

  “Master.”

  Her body was taut, the ache between her legs pulsing and demanding. She felt as if she couldn’t take more, yet she craved more. She wanted Jürgen’s touch again, his mouth over hers, his fingers on her flesh. Just as she was about to beg for Jürgen to do something, his long fingers slid across her hot folds, stealing her breath.

  “You’re so wet, precious.” He pressed into her and she cried out, arching her back as best as possible in her position against the post.

  “Please, please, please.” Tears welled up in her eyes. Her body was so tight she thought she would explode at any moment. Jürgen removed his hand and she whimpered at the loss. It didn’t last long as he slid his palms down her legs to her ankles. Swiftly, he released her. His calloused hands trailed back up, tickling her like the touch of a feather. He paused over her bottom, cupping the globes, digging his fingers into the flesh, easing them down. Lua’s breath came out in a rush as one of his digits brushed against the pulsing place between her legs. Drops of sweat beaded on her brow and her nipples ached. Another finger joined the first, dipping into the slippery, warm liquid gathered there. Lua rocked her hips, attempting to ease them further inside. She was so close, so close to that moment of bliss.

  “So wet, Lua, so fucking wet.” Jürgen’s deep growl vibrated through her as his mouth latched onto her dripping sex. His fingers entered her fully, ravishing her in unison with his probing tongue. Lua quivered and sobbed, she was so close.

  “Please, please, my Lord, please, Master.” Relentless, Jürgen licked and sucked, extracting everything she had to offer until stars exploded behind her eyelids and the ripples in her womb expanded to full tremors against every inch of her body.

  When Lua opened her eyes again, the blindfold was gone. Jürgen was holding her to his chest, running his fingers through her damp locks and murmuring soothing words of encouragement.

  “Are you all right?”

  Lua took a moment to gather her thoughts. How was she? Good, more than good. She felt alive, excited, her whole being prickled with an awareness she had never felt before. Finally, she nodded.

  “Good.” He slid one of his palms down her side, purposely brushing his fingers against the underside of her breast. Lua’s pulse quickened. Her body stiffened and an involuntary moan spilled from her lips.

  “Because we’re not finished yet.”

  Jürgen’s husky voice was filled with promis
e. Her nipples pebbled and she could feel liquid warmth gather at her core as Jürgen continued his sensual caress. Abruptly, he tugged at her braid. Tilting her head back, he claimed her mouth in a punishing kiss. Lua wrapped her arms tightly around him, bringing him closer, molding her body to his with an open freedom she had never expressed before. She tasted her husband with gusto, nibbling on his lips and tentatively running her tongue over them. Jürgen groaned and she smiled against his mouth in satisfaction. Jürgen’s hands around her tightened, his tongue dipping into her mouth and violently rolling against hers, taking control of their kiss. When he pulled back, she was panting, desire rushing through her veins. Jürgen brushed his thumb across her lips, returning to his sensual caresses as if nothing had occurred. He traced her swollen nipples until they puckered into hard aching points. Lua watched, fascinated, as he dipped his head and licked a circle around the nub before drawing it fully into his mouth, sucking hard. Lua bucked, mewling with heightened pleasure as her husband sucked on her breast.

  “Please, Master, please.”

  Jürgen switched breasts, licking and sucking the sensitive flesh, leaving them pink and swollen. He rolled them over, leaning Lua against their furs and trapping her between his arms. Lua spread her legs, accommodating her husband between them, holding her breath expectantly.

  Jürgen teased her slick folds with the head of his cock, spreading her fluids. Lua moaned. She reached for him, running her palms over his ridged stomach, sliding her fingers through the dusting of dark curls on his chest. Groaning, Jürgen grasped her hands and held them above her head. Deliberately slowly, he pressed into her throbbing core.

  “Please, Master, Jürgen,” she begged, lifting her hips.

  He grinned wickedly and pulled back only to push forward again moments later. Lua cried out in frustration and curled her legs around him in an attempt to pull him deep. Ignoring her, Jürgen withdrew, waited until she relaxed and then proceeded to torture her.

  “Master, my Lord, husband,” she cried out incoherently. She ran her feet up his thighs, desperately searching for a way to lock into him and push him deeper. He stilled his movements and she sobbed in distress. Lua closed her eyes, taking deep gulps of air in an attempt to control her overexcited body. Inch by inch, his pulsing, steely member entered her, spreading and filling her gloriously.