The Crimson Rope

by London Saint James

  “Mel...”

  She looked back at him and he held out his hand as if to say, Time’s up. Melanie placed her hand in his and he smiled, though his gaze remained as intense as ever.

  “There’s no turning back, Melanie. I’m going to be taking what has always been mine.”

  She nodded her head and slipped off the barstool, her hand in his, and waded through the throng of people.

  “I rode with Stephanie.” God, she sounded like a blabbering idiot.

  He chuckled. “Yes, I know. Like I said, I’ve been watching you. I’ve been here for a while and saw you enter.”

  She swallowed. “What If I hadn’t come?”

  “I’d have gone to your place looking for you. You and I both know that your submission belongs to me. It was never Jack’s to take.”

  Shiloh was right about that. Jack had never been able to give her what she needed or what she wanted. She’d always wanted to be Shiloh’s girl in all ways.

  Melanie didn’t say anything more as he led her to his truck and helped her in, then got in and drove towards his ranch.

  Chapter Four

  “Kneel on the bearskin in front of the fireplace and don’t move. I’ll be right back … there are some things I want to have handy.” The crooked grin he gave her set butterflies off in her stomach. He left her in his large living room and she took a deep breath in, staring at the large bearskin rug.

  Shivering, she knew he was testing her to see if she had it in her to obey. The last time he’d asked her to kneel for him, she’d been an eighteen-year-old girl, scared and not so sure of what he was asking her. She’d been what one might call a “bratty sub”. Oddly there was a nice fluffy pillow where he’d told her to sit. Strange.

  The difference this time, though, was she really knew what she wanted. There was nothing to be afraid of. Shiloh would give her body and mind what it craved: Him, and his dominance. She went to the rug and knelt there with hands on her knees and head held down. No longer would she have to hide this part of her, and even if she and Shiloh didn’t move on from the past, she’d at least have this night to remember.

  She heard him return and stayed perfectly still, not moving, as he’d requested. Melanie heard his footsteps getting closer and shivered as he stood behind her and placed a large red blindfold in front of her face. She caught her breath as he placed it over her eyes, blocking out her sight. She knew that it would make every other sense more acute.

  Melanie was startled when she felt his breath against her ear. “You look so beautiful like this. You ready to take what you wanted all those years ago?”

  She nodded and gasped at the smack against her bare ass. “Use your words.”

  “Yes, I’m ready to take and accept what I’ve always wanted.”

  “Good to finally hear those words from you. Though there is just one more word I want. You know what it is and you know I need you to call me it.” He tugged at her hair and she gasped softly as the pain spread out from the roots of her hair, turning into a pleasure that made her clit throb.

  He was right. She knew the word. The one word he’d been denied hearing from her because of her marriage.

  “Sir.” She whispered out softly.

  “I can’t hear you, Melanie. Say it loud enough so that I can hear you.”

  “Please, Sir, I’m ready to take this step with you. I need you. I need you to be my Sir.”

  She groaned when he nipped her earlobe and then sucked on it hard.

  “Music to my ears, baby. Now assume the position. It’s time for that spanking I promised you all those years ago.”

  Melanie eagerly placed her hands in front of her on the floor and got on her knees. It was almost laughable, the excitement she was feeling at having him in control of her. She shivered as she felt him trace his fingertip along her spine and she bit her lip in anticipation. The slap of his palm hit her bare ass cheek and she gasped.

  “Oh!”

  “Didn’t expect that, did you?”

  “No.” She gave a soft moan.

  He gave her another smack, this time against the other ass cheek until it felt as if her ass was on fire. She groaned softly, pushing her ass back into the smacks. Her ass was burning and she didn’t want him to stop.

  “Your ass is a beautiful shade of red right now.”

  She moaned as he kissed both ass cheeks, and then rubbed his hand soothingly over them.

  “How wet are you for me?”

  “Very wet, Sir. It’s dripping down my inner thighs.” She moaned as he suddenly gripped her by the hips and nudged his leg between them, spreading her wide.

  “Damn, girl, you’re extremely wet. Lean forward and lay your head down and then reach back and spread your ass. It’s time we finished what we started so long ago.”

  She did as he asked, leaning forward on to the pillow. She now knew why he’d placed it there: For her comfort. He had always been one to take care of all her needs, and she’d just forgotten to let him.

  She got into position like he wanted and suppressed a shiver as her cowboy, her Sir squirted cool lube between her ass cheeks. He rubbed it in gently around her anus and she knew what he was preparing her for. A little more lube was added and then he pressed a digit into her and she moaned softly.

  “Mmm, you were always so sensitive there, Mel, weren’t you?” As he talked to her he kept pushing in and out of her.

  “Yes…” She whimpered against the pillow.

  He stopped the movement of his finger in her. “Yes, what? Address me correctly or I stop.”

  “I’m sorry. Yes, Sir.”

  She breathed a sigh of relief as Shiloh pushed his finger in again, stretching her, feeling so good.

  “How does this feel, Mel? Does it hurt, or you need something more.”

  The pressure she was feeling was undeniable but it didn’t hurt, and she needed more.

  “More please, Sir. I want more.”

  “Take off the blindfold and then get back into position.”

  She felt him pulling out his finger and moving away so she settled slowly back on her knees and undid the blindfold. She let it flutter to the floor, slowly opening her eyes to adjust to the change in lighting. Once she was ready, she went back to pressing her face into the pillow and spreading her cheeks.

  “You know, out of everything, the one thing I missed besides your submission?”

  There was the cold drizzle of more lube and then she felt the cool glide of an anal plug into her and let out a little hiss of pleasure.

  “No, Sir. Please, what is it?”

  “It is the fact that you enjoy submitting to me and no one else. You gain just as much pleasure as I do from this. Don’t you, Mel?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Mel. I’m going to bury my cock so deep in you that we both forget our names. You prepared for that?”

  “More than prepared, Sir, I need it.”

  “Raise up and look at me as I slide in.”

  Eagerly she was up on all fours and looking back at him. Naked. Damn, was he perfection. Nicely muscled but not overdone: A cowboy’s body. Wiry muscles, perfect abs and pectorals, all strength rolled up into one longhaired and fine cowboy. He was gorgeous and all hers. Hers, just as much as she was his. How she could have ever thought different, she’d never know.

  There was a smack to her ass and she jumped.

  “Focus on me. I could see you drifting.”

  “Sorry, Sir.” She swallowed then watched as he gripped his cock in his hand and guided it towards her. When he slid into her pussy they both gave a huge sigh. It was like coming home. Melanie shivered when he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her tightly to him. He held her there for what seemed like an eternity before he began his slow deep thrusts.

  “This is only a taste of what I want for us. You know that, right?”

  “Mmm yes, Sir.” It was hard to think with him fucking her. She hoped he wouldn’t ask her anything else. She just wanted to
feel him. Shiloh pulled out of her so quickly she didn’t have time to react, and then she was being pulled to her feet. She looked at him but didn’t say anything as he led her to a large black chaise lounge. Melanie had to walk slowly, so as not to unseat the anal plug.

  “Lay down with your ass a bit above the dip in the chaise, so that I can get the restraints on you.”

  Melanie nodded, and got rewarded with a slap to her ass. She had to struggle to keep in the plug, and she gasped and looked at him. He raised a brow and she knew what was wrong.

  “Yes, Sir.” She settled on the chaise as he’d ordered as he used the straps that were attached to the lounger for her arms and then her feet. Her legs were opened with her feet flat on the lounger. Shiloh left her for a moment and she heard the crinkling of foil and saw him bite it open, take out the condom, toss the foil and sheath his cock. He settled between her thighs and grinned.

  “Mmm, this is how you belong, tied up and at my mercy with an anal plug in your ass. Your pussy is so wet it’s weeping, and it’s weeping for me.”

  “Oh yes, Sir, all for you.” She couldn’t stop the long drawn out moan as he slid into her till he was deeply seated. She shuddered, loving the pressure of once again being filled with his cock and having the anal plug so snug within her. He stayed still and soon she was whimpering. She knew better than to move.

  “That’s it, my sweet Mel. You remembered exactly what I like.”

  Shiloh reached between them and tweaked her clit with his fingers, and she dug her nails into the chaise so that she wasn’t moving on his cock like she really wanted. Shiloh kept his fingers there, rubbing her clit in a small circle until she was making small mewling noises in the back of her throat.

  “P…please, Sir. I need more. I need to come.”

  “Are we in agreement that your pussy is mine, Melanie?”

  “Yessss, Sir,” she hissed out.

  “That’s music to my ears. Now move, and fuck my cock.”

  Shiloh then began to fuck her hard and fast. The fire built in her quickly and soon she was rocking against him as hard and fast as the restraints would allow.

  “You’re so close, Melanie baby. I can feel you tightening up on me.”

  He was right. She was close, so close to losing her mind from the pending orgasm. So long had she gone without his touch that this first orgasm was going to be a hard one.

  There was only one thing to do and that was to ask for permission.

  “Master, please let me come. I need to come.”

  “Yes, come for me. I want your juices to coat my cock.”

  Allowed to let loose, Melanie did just that. She bucked into him as much as the restraints would allow. He fucked her so hard through that orgasm it lasted longer than any she’d ever had and as she was still lingering in the pleasure, Shiloh cried out her name and pressed his convulsing body to hers. Their bodies were wet with a fine sheen of sweat and almost too slippery for them both. Melanie kept her eyes closed, trying to calm her breathing. Even when Shiloh lifted himself from her body and then released the restraints, she couldn’t move and just laid there. She felt boneless and replete.

  Melanie was laying in Shiloh’s bed with her head on his chest and his hand lazily rubbing up and down the center of his back. This was where she belonged. Right here, right now with the right man in the right moment.

  “What are you thinking, Melanie?”

  “That I’m happy, finally, for a change.”

  “You have to know that I’m not letting you go this time.”

  “I figured as much. I haven’t been happy in forever.” She set her chin on her hand that rested on his chest and looked up into his eyes. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “For?” He spoke softly.

  He was milking it and she recognized that he deserved the right to do that.

  “For marrying anyone else but you.”

  Shiloh played idly with her hair with his free hand.

  “Not just anyone, Melanie. Who did you marry?”

  She swallowed. “I married Jack Thurman.”

  “Yes, you did. It’s okay, as it brought us to this place. You and I were at a place in our lives that we probably wouldn’t have meshed. You needed time to grow up and I needed to leave to know that I could come back and call this place home with you in it.”

  She smiled and placed a kiss on his chest. Laying her head back down, she giggled.

  “What’s the laughter for?”

  “Just that I know Stephanie is chomping at the bit to find out what happened between us.”

  “I think Stephanie was looking for her own fun. More than likely, she will be quite busy.”

  Melanie laughed. “Yeah, I’m sure she is.” Melanie went quiet, her eyes closing. Shiloh nudged her.

  “Mel?”

  She gave a soft yawn, “Yes, Master?”

  “Before you go to sleep I wanted to tell you something.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “This isn’t the last time we do this. I want forever with you. You understand, baby?”

  “Yes, I understand you want to be my Master.”

  “Okay, but do you understand what forever means?”

  “Of course I know what forever means.” She started drifting again when she felt a slap on her naked ass.

  Startled, her eyes opened wide and she looked at him.

  “Now that I have your full attention, baby, I wanted to tell you that I love you. I want you in my life as my woman, my submissive, my Melanie and my wife.”

  His words woke her straight up and she just blinked. Shiloh gave another sharp smack to the ass.

  “Will you marry me, Melanie? Wear my ring and collar proudly and become Mrs. Shiloh Cody?”

  Tears filled her eyes and she nodded her head happily. “Yes, yes! I’ll marry you and become Mrs. Shiloh Cody!”

  “Good, now kiss me, my sweet, and let’s rest.”

  She leaned up and kissed him softly, then purred as he nipped her bottom lip, tugging at it. That was when she got her second wind. He was hard against her side and she recognized that he too wasn’t ready to sleep. She giggled and slid her body on top of his as he tugged her forward. The kiss they shared was one of a deep and abiding love: It was time to celebrate the Dom schooling the teacher.

  The End

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  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  THE EXHIBITION London Saint James

  AMAZING MAISIE Raven McAllan

  LIBERATING LUA Elyzabeth M. VaLey

  TABOO Doris O’Connor

  LOCK, STOCK, AND SPANK HER 2013 R. Brennan

  THE COWBOY AND THE SCHOOLMARM Nikki Prince