Let The Crimson Rope bind you in an erotic adventure sure to
please, with skilled Dom’s and sexy submissives that are willing to explore their boundaries. From pleasured gasps to stinging desire, the authors of this anthology will not only seduce you, but leave you begging for more.
Bianca Kirkland has known Slater Nolan most of her life. She practically spent every waking moment of her formative years in his house, hanging out with her best friend and his younger brother, Jayce. Now they’re all grown up, and Bianca is even more attracted to Slater, but it’s just as hopeless
as when she was a girl. The dominant, artistic, and sexy Slater Nolan has always been out of her league, or so she thought, until the night she attended his newest art exhibition.
Will Bianca find Slater to be more than she bargained for, or will she finally do the one thing she really wants to do—submit to desire?
“So what do you think?”
I recognized Slater’s deep voice. It came from somewhere close behind me and distracted my musings.
“I’m not sure,” I admitted.
Slater stepped in front of me. His tall body and wide shoulders interfered with my view of the bondage scene behind him. Wavy, sandy-blond hair stood out in contrast against his tanned skin. His elongated, square sideburns emphasized his masculine jaw line. He hadn’t shaved. The stubble on his chin obscured his sexy cleft. I shifted my weight from my right to my left foot. When his dark, blue-green gaze snapped to my face, a lump formed in my throat. For as long as I could remember I’d always been unsure and jittery around Slater. “You have no opinion?”
I swallowed. “Does my opinion really matter, Slater?”
“Yes,” he said. I’m sure I frowned. Mainly because with all the time I’d spent with Jayce, I never registered on Slater’s radar. Or at least I never thought I did. He was always so aloof. Out of reach. Out of my league. “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head. “Not a thing.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” I fiddled with the V-neck of my dress. “So, you’re into whips and chains?”
Slater chuckled, darkly. “Not whips or chains, but other forms of the BDSM lifestyle.”
“Ah,” I mumbled, wondering what the other forms were.
“I’m a Dom,” he offered. He kept his steely gaze on me. Perhaps wondering if he could make me squirm. I was always pretty good at squirming while in his presence.
“You have no idea what that entails, do you?”
“Perhaps soon we will discuss just what it means to be a Dom and what it means to submit.”
For an instant I pondered if there were ever more intriguing words spoken.
Maisie is left a challenge by her new boyfriend Rob. He is an experienced Dom and not willing to settle for anything less than true submission. Whilst he is away on a business trip they communicate via e-mail and Maisie is asked to explore her submissive tendencies. When Rob returns it's time to experience these to the full.
Will Maisie find true fulfillment as his sub, or will it be all over?
Maisie unlocked her door and bent down to pick up her post from the floor.
"Almost ready for me, pet? I like that."
She fell flat on her face.
Maisie had always thought the expression, 'her heart stopped beating' was over the top. Now she didn't. Nor the expression, 'I nearly wet myself'. That was spot on as well. She screeched, and rolled into a ball, as she fumbled for her keys. What was it they said, go for the eyes with your fingers
and the balls with your knee, and if neither is possible dig your keys where you can reach?
She tried, but didn't get far.
"Naughty, naughty," his voice was amused. "Poor sweet, did I startle you? Surely you knew
Rissa had given me your spare key and I'd be waiting?"
No, she hadn't known that. She'd have words with Rissa.
"I guess she thought you'd like to surprise me," Maisie mumbled as she got her breathing under control and made sure she hadn't peed herself. She sneaked an upward glance to see Rob frown. "Hey, it's no biggie, not now I know I'm not going to die of shock and you're not burglar Bill."
Rob didn't look convinced. Maisie gathered her scattered senses, and remembered one vital thing. With a smile she reached for his wrist and kissed the inside before she pressed her mouth and face to his crotch. The denim of his jeans didn't have the same smooth sensation as his leathers, but the
outline of his cock increasing behind the material, was like a welcoming friend.
He pulled her to her feet. "I've missed you, Maisie. And I need you, are you ready for
"You, yes. That’s all systems go green. Some of what you want? Oh that's a big, big, red. But now? Oh I want you, just you."
He ran his hand over her hair, and across her face, almost as if he was getting reacquainted with her features.
"Then go to the bathroom, strip off, and wait for me in the shower."
Maisie remembered that had been the subject of one of the emails she hadn't gotten to … one of his tamer thoughts, no doubt.
The grin he gave her lit up his eyes and his face creased with delight. "Oh, pet, I've waited with little or no impatience to hear you say that again. Off you go." He patted her bum and gave it a short tight
Maisie giggled and curtseyed. "Your wish and all that," she said, and he raised his eyebrows.
"Bratty sub. Maybe you better be glad I won't hold you to that yet, but I live in hope. Off you go. I'll be in with you in a minute or two. I have some things to sort out for us."
Her pussy clenched as she wondered just what those things might be.
Lord Jürgen GreyStorm, is married to the love of his life, Lady Lua Mirabella. Marriage, however, is not what he expected. His adored wife is unresponsive when he lies between her legs every night, the idea that sex is a sin instilled into her since childhood. Furthermore, Jürgen`s way of love
involves chains, spanks and dominance in a way that he fears, would drive his Lua away forever.
For Lady Lua Mirabella sex is an obligation. Or at least, that’s what she’s been taught that it should be. The truth is, that her tactic of lying stiff as a board while her beloved husband ruts into her is driving her insane and him away. She loves Jürgen but when she discovers his dark tastes, she will have to decide whether to submit to him fully and willingly or step away.
She closed her eyes, silence in the chamber increasing her already frayed nerves. Butterflies twisted in her belly and soft flames licked her body warming it from the inside out, while her heart seemed set on escaping through her mouth. She was exposed as she’d never been before and the knowledge
both horrified and aroused her. The minutes seemed to tick by slowly as she waited. Her courage began to fail.
Suddenly, the door creaked open and closed. The hairs on the back of her neck stood as she heard the bolt slide into place. Heavy boots slapped against the floor, coming closer. Her chest tightened, her heart stilled. Her mouth went dry, her thoughts freezing as she waited. Was it he? She
didn’t dare open her eyes, afraid to see anger or disappointment in her husband’s brown depths. What would she do if he sent her away? The sound of footsteps ceased, a looming presence took over her personal space. Lua chewed on her bottom lip.
“Open your eyes, Lua Mirabella.” Jürgen’s deep commanding timber rocked through her core. Slowly, she blinked and opened her eyes to meet Jürgen’s heated gaze. Her heart plummeted back to her chest, a new wave of butterflies fluttering inside her stomach. She had never seen him look at her like that. The muscle in his jaw ticked and his lips were set in a thin line. His nose flared
as if sniffing her scent. His eyes, always a lovely brown were a shade darker. His gaze raw and dangerous. Emotions warred their way in their depths: lust and love.
“Jürgen,” she whispered his name, losing herself in his stare.
He said nothing, instead reaching for her breast, running his calloused fingertips against her nipple, causing it to pebble to a hard peak. Lua’s lips parted, breathing becoming difficult as he squeezed and kneaded the flesh. A moan escaped her and she looked away, self-conscious.
“Don’t.” Gently, Jürgen grasped her chin and forced her to look back at him.
What can be more Taboo than lusting after your father's sex-on-legs friend? Lust turns to love when Josh rescues Lucy from a scene going badly wrong. Oh yes, that'll be another taboo then, the whole need to submit thing. Is Lucy ready to deal with the very real life consequences of her
Joshua is a Dom on a mission - to claim his best friend's daughter.
"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
"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 made 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."
After a bad relationship with a cheating ex-dominant, Beth Turner has been reluctant to jump back into the D/s dating scene. Her best friend, Marcy, who just happens to be a lifestyle mistress, finally convinces Beth to take the plunge and attend a local fetish munch as her guest.
Beth plans to take it slow, and certainly doesn’t expect to run into the ultra-dominant Alexander Sterling, whose BDSM inventions are the stuff of local legend. Yet, somehow, he manages to convince her to be the test subject in his spanking demonstration. Strapped into his newest invention, Beth learns quickly there is more to him than a sexy, shaved head and form-fitting leather
pants. In fact, Alexander Sterling just may be her masterful perfect match.
“For now, I have two questions for you.”
“First one is easy. What’s your name?”
Her cheeks heated. “Beth.”
He reached out a hand in greeting. “Alexander Sterling. The pleasure is most assuredly mine.”
She placed her hand in his and he gave it a light shake.
“Now that we have the formalities out of the way, my dear Beth, it’s time for the second question. What are your limits?”
She cast a quick glance around the room to find what felt like a million sets of eyes trained on them. “You want to know that now?”
“It’s relevant. Trust me.”
“Umm…”She searched her befuddled brain for a response. “Blood, scat, needles, knives, permanent marks…the usual I guess. Oh, and mummification.” She shivered. “I can get a bit claustrophobic.”
“It is?” She tried to keep her gaze from wandering to the contraption resting on the parquet floor between them.
“Yes. I need your help. Will you help me?”
While she didn’t know him, and had only just met the man, her body, her very soul seemed attuned to him. Her every nerve ending responded to his request with a resounding yes. Despite the little voice in the back of her head telling her she was a fool for trusting a complete stranger, Beth whispered a meek, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Alexander turned and faced their audience. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, dominants and submissives. I want to thank you all for allowing me to take up some of your valuable time. Master James and his lovely submissive, Amy…” he waved a hand toward the table he had stopped at earlier, “…have requested I give you all a demonstration of my newest invention
this evening. An item I am sure many of you will be very interested in seeing.”
Beth swallowed hard.
Melanie Thurman never thought she’d get a second chance at her cowboy. A cowboy who happens to be the Dom she left behind when she married his rival.
Shiloh Cody had left town when the woman he wanted married another. He’d stayed away as long as he could then he’d found out that Melanie was a widow. Damned if he’d let anything stand between him and her submission.
This time the teacher had a lesson to learn.
“It’s time to sort out our feelings for one another, Mel. You and I both know that if Jack Thurman hadn’t beaten me to it, you’d be my wife now.”
“I was a kid then, Shiloh, and that was a long time ago. Jack happened, end of story.” Ten years ago she’d been eighteen and caught between two powerful older men. Shiloh and Jack. At eighteen, she’d been flattered that two twenty-eight year old men wanted her and she’d played it to the hilt. Bad of
her, she’d learned that lesson well. Shiloh had always been the one and she’d used Jack to make him jealous. Wrong move, as it pushed him away and he’d left and then she’d felt guilty and married Jack.
“What we felt for one another back then and what we feel right now is no different. Some people are meant to be together. Tell me why you weren’t happy with Jack if he was your end all and be
“That’s enough, now … you need to go.”
“Or?” He pushed off the door and strode purposefully toward her and grinned as she backed up against the chalkboard. He took off his black Stetson and placed it on her desk. “Guess it’s a good thing you just cleaned that board, isn’t it?” He got up nice and close to her, trapping her body with both of his hands on either side of her head. He watched the quick rise and fall of her full breasts in the prim and proper shirt she’d buttoned up all the way to the top.
“Is this what being married to Jack did to you, darlin’? Forced you to be all buttoned up and restrained?” Shiloh brought his hand up slowly and grinned as she gasped even before he touched her. He stroked his fingers along her cheek and then down her throat to where the first button of her blouse was. He brought his mouth inches from hers and couldn’t stop the grin as she gave
another sharp intake of breath. “We both know, prim and proper you ain’t.”
“P-please,” she whispered, a soft sob escaping her lips. Lips he wanted to taste again.
“I aim to, darlin’, I aim to.”