The Crimson Z
Robert Cloud
Lee Rush
Richard Savage
Abby Blythe
Kara Elsberry
ISBN 0-9774682-8-3

Collection Paranormal
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The Crimson Z has it all, contemporary, historical, sweet, sexy, erotic.

The Crimson Z Includes:

Love of a Pendant's Heart
A Short Novella
by Lee Rush

The Anniversary
A Short Novella
By Richard Savage

Incorrigible
A Novella
by Abby Blythe

On The Wings of a Dream
A Novelette
by Kara Elsberry

The Blood Ritual of the Crimson Z
A Novel
by Robert Cloud

The Awakening
A Long Novella
by Robert Cloud

EXCERPT 3

They walked through her bedroom to get to the bathroom.
She was proud of her bedroom's décor. It had an air of
elegance, as did her bathroom. In the bathroom, she looked
around trying to imagine what Peter would think. It was a
large opulent room with cool marble tiled floor and walls,
sophisticated antique mirrors, and art deco light fittings.
Matching pink towels and floor mats and gold plated fittings
crowned the appearance. She could see Peter looking around
and hoped he was impressed.

He nodded approvingly and turned her to face him. "Very
nice, I like it." He kept eye contact with her and continued,
"Do you have a new razor?" Peter's voice was still calm.

Evelyn did not know why she trusted him, but she did, yet
the request for a razor presented a new level of trust. Never
had she had such an experience. Every fibre in her being, said
this is not how couples made out, she should resist, yet in the
same breath it felt so right to submit to this man's will. She
felt like she was on a rollercoaster ride, nervous, yet at the
same time excited beyond words.

Evelyn handed the razor to Peter.

He smiled reassuringly, "You don't need to look so
worried." He kissed her on her lips, "I am not going to hurt
you." He held her by the waist and kissed her tenderly again.
She melted into his kiss. She felt relieved at the normality
of this one simple natural act.

It was Peter that broke the kiss. He looked deeply into her
eyes and said, "You really are a very special lady." She
bubbled over with emotions. Tears welled in her eyes. All she
wanted right then was to be with Peter, to do anything he
wanted her to do, regardless of what it might be. Anything!
With a last kiss, Peter knelt before her. He had lathered a
bar of scented soap and was massaging the foam into her
pubis. She felt his hands, strong yet gentle, pressing on her
delicate flesh. She felt cherished and pampered. She exulted
in her desire. He was her Master. Her body was his to do with
as he wanted and it was as she accepted that her body was in
Peter's control that he began to shave off her already closely
trimmed pubic hair.

She looked down intently, relaxed yet fascinated as she
watched his nimble fingers part her petals, opening her to the
blade. His hands were steady and deftly every hair was
removed, as he shaved her smooth.

Peter moved back to admire his work and smiled. "I much
prefer your treasure in the open rather than hiding in the
shadows. I wish you to keep yourself smooth from now on."

"Yes Sir."

She stood looking down helplessly, as Peter leaned forward
and kissed her clit, holding her morsel between his lips.

Holding her hips, he feasted with lips and tongue, teasing her
pearl from the shell. The feeling was so intense, the contact
so immediate she could do nothing but cum under his
ministrations. She screamed and convulsed, as the spasms
tore through her. Every nerve ending was alive. The release
so complete, she would have collapsed if he had not been
holding her. She felt spent, totally drained and totally relaxed.

Peter swept her up in his arms and carried her to the
adjoining bedroom. He let Evelyn rest as he removed his own
clothes. As his speech, he did not hurry to remove his clothes.

He was precise, and after removing each item, it was folded
and put neatly on the back of a bedroom chair. Evelyn was
captivated by this tall handsome man, so measured in his
actions. She watched him strip and all the time he looked at
her.

He thumbed down his last garment and his erect penis
sprang out. Evelyn observed that he was a full seven inches
long and was more than average in girth. She also noticed
immediately that although he had a downy covering of hair on
his chest, his groin was shaved smooth. She could not take
her eyes of his magnificent erect phallus. She wondered what
it would feel like inside her, wondered at the taste of his
semen.

Peter crossed to her. "I think you are recovered enough,"
he smiled, as he looked down at her.

"May I ask a question, Sir?" her eyes were fixed to his firm
body.

"Of course."

"I thought I was to serve you?" her eyes were warm and
there was a glow still on her cheeks.

"You will serve me, and you will serve me all the better
now that your lust has been sated." His hand idly toyed with
his erect penis. "You were burning with lust my pet. Now you
will serve me with your full attention on my needs." He
walked to where she sat on the edge of the bed. "And you will
start by paying homage to my cock." He offered the head to
her lips and she opened to receive him.

Peter was large but not uncomfortably so. Evelyn ran the
tip of her tongue over his satin dome. She licked and sucked
his member taking it, little by little, deeper into her mouth.
She wanted to give Peter as much pleasure as he had given
her; she wanted to give him more. She understood then, the
logic of Peter's earlier action. Her head rose and sunk on his
shaft. She made her lips tight for him covering her teeth, so
as not to nip him.

Up to this point, Peter had let her set the pace, but now
she felt his needs taking over. She felt his big firm hands
cradling the back of her head and felt him began to rock back
and forth. It was not unpleasant and she held her mouth still
as he fucked her. She heard him moan as he took his
pleasure. His rhythm and depth of stroke increased. She
could feel the thrust of his length travel within her mouth,
suddenly the strokes changed to short sharp thrusts and she
knew he was drawing close. One deep thrust and he remained
still. Evelyn could feel him pulse, as she received his liquid
gift.

They cuddled for a while naked on the bed, in the spoons
position, his cock between the cheeks of her bottom, his arms
wrapped around her. She felt warm, safe and loved. As they
drifted off to sleep, Evelyn reviewed the evening's events.

She had agreed without reservation, she had surprised
herself with this. Normally she was assertive, but she felt
great comfort in submitting to Peter. It felt like she had
discovered her true nature in the submission, and she felt
stronger knowing that Peter was there. This was their first
time together as lovers and yet she felt like she had known
him forever, felt like she would do anything for him. She felt
like she was his and only his. In an instant, she thought of
her previous lovers and realized no one had ever made her
feel this way. She knew at that point, that Peter was the one
for her.

Over the coming months, Evelyn gave more and more of
herself to Peter. His control was like a drug; the more she had
the more she wanted. Peter provided the focus to her daily
life. Even when they were parted, it was like he was with her
in spirit. She loved the way that he would choose her clothing
for the day. He would decide what they would eat. Some
people would find it troubling or oppressive to have someone
decide. Evelyn found her day a brighter place knowing that
she served Peter. She found a profound sense of comfort and
shelter in Peter's love.

The internet showed a world of those who lead and those
who follow, gladly and willingly. People in the know called it
the scene and it was a world filled with dominants and
submissives.

She had been terrified, the first time Peter took her to a
dominance and submission club, but once there she saw it as
just a place where like-minded people came to hang out.
Evelyn spent more time in the company of other submissives.
Listening to their stories made her feel more at home with
this new lifestyle that she heard them refer to as the scene.

The easy matter-of-fact way they described their own service
made her more comfortable with this way of life than she had
ever been in the vanilla world.

As her experience and confidence grew, she found her love
for Peter growing. She found herself stopping during the
course of the day thinking of what he might be up to. Her life
seemed focused around his wants and needs. She began to
anticipate things that he might like. As he lay out the clothes
he wished her to wear, she made sure he was well turned
out, taking a delight in polishing his shoes, even ironing shirts
was no longer a chore, for it was for her Master. Listening to
the other subs, she found new ways to verbalize their
relationship and she learned to speak of their love. She heard
other subs call their Doms Master, and she liked the term. To
her ears, it sounded loving and respectful and she wanted to
please her master so much. She would never forget the way
Peter's face lit up the first time she had called him Master.

She loved the way it sounded and it was a title she called him
gladly. She could not conceive of her life without her Master
in complete control. This was no abusive slave relationship.
The power he had she gave him freely.

They shared, what they came to refer to as training
sessions, where Peter would introduce her to new things like
nipple clamps and toys and plugs. Together they would sit
and trawl the internet and Peter would explain the
significance of the lifestyle in their daily lives. Each new
experience brought them closer together physically and
spiritually.

It took a year with the help of books, videos, and the
internet, for Peter to help her come to grips with the
complexity of the scene. They talked passionately for hours
long into the night. Evelyn loved the way he taught her. It
was done with love and affection. Each session was slow and
unhurried. It was consensual, he had always insisted on that.

She remembered a time when he wished her to go through
the next stage and meet other Doms and subs in the flesh.
She was terrified.

He had spent hours preparing her, dressing her to the
nines, in stockings and a tight leather corset. Yet, despite all
the preparations, he had asked her if she wanted to go in. It
was her free choice. And she loved him for that.

It was with that love, she gathered her courage and went
into the gathering, that she later found out they call a munch.
She and Peter became regulars for a while and she observed
close hand all manner of things that were new to her, the art
of Japanese bondage, suspension, piercing, scarification, all
manner of different forms of corporal punishment and secretly
she wished it were she that felt the taste of the whip and
crop.

Every aspect of her life Peter made his masterly presence
felt. Evelyn remembered the day a bouquet of roses had been
delivered to her private office. The delivery boy entered and
presented her the bouquet of a dozen roses. Her heart had
leapt for joy, a present from her master, a token of his love
for her. She sniffed the roses. The fragrance matched its
beauty. She turned her attention to the card and smiled when
she read; For you my darling, you serve me so beautifully
well, now as a token of your service to me, I wish you to
remove your panties and give them to the delivery boy.

Without a doubt, the boy had read the card, if the smirk on
his face was anything to go by. How could she do anything
but comply? As embarrassed as she was and with as much
dignity as she could muster, she wiggled out of her panties
and handed them to the young man. He thanked her and left
and she was left to think about it for the rest of her working
day.

These games were more than a little embarrassing, yet
they were a fun part of their relationship and she loved them.
She loved the comfort she found in his control and the shelter
within his power. The more he asked of her, the more she
wanted to give. Peter was experienced in this way of life,
although only two years older, at thirty-five he had the self confidence
to know what he wanted. Evelyn felt secure; it
was as if she had waited her life for him.

After the visits to the munches, Peter introduced her to the
kaleidoscope of things she has seen demonstrated in the club.
These would challenge her perceptions of what was right and
wrong in relationships. At this time, there were so many
firsts, the night she had submitted to bondage, her first
spanking, the bite of nipple clamps, and the myriad of toys,
whips and floggers, all for their mutual pleasure. Evelyn
learned not to tease Peter, as that would surely not work out
as she had planned.

Occasionally she had tried to get the upper hand but try as
she might she never did. She remembered teasing him one
day, keeping him in a state of excitement, and then informing
him that sadly it was the wrong time of the month. It had
been her way of trying to turn the tables on her Master, but
Peter did not flinch. He took a coin from his pocket and
flipped it. "Now we will see. Heads or Tails" and with the tails
side of the coin showing, another first, was added to her list.
Sodomy. It was new to her, but she trusted her Master
completely and submitted freely to this new act.

Day by day, week by week and as month followed month,
Peter took Evelyn to her very limits, and she went there
willingly. She was his and wanted nothing else.

Over dinner one night Peter had said, "My pet, this is my
nature, and I believe this is in your nature too, although as
people we are free and equal, our nature leads us to a
different reality. I believe you feel the same and instinctively
know what I am saying. It is my belief you wish to serve me,
as much as I wish you to serve."

Peter opened a small black velvet box. Inside was a short
gold chain, in the middle of which was a small amulet
inscribed with an ornately inscribed letter P. "My pet, this is
for you, I would like to marry you, but it is fair for you to
know, truly know, my heart's desire. With this chain, you will
serve me, as I will cherish, protect, and nurture you. In the
marriage service, they use the words love, honor and obey.
In the world, I want us to live in; I want those words to be
very literal. I wish you to honor and obey me, and with that, I
pledge myself only to you. Will you take this chain? Will you
serve me and only me, will you marry me?"

Then as now, a tear trickled down her cheek and she said
aloud, as she had done then, "I will." Plain and simple, yet
profound. She wanted nothing more. With his proposal and
her acceptance, her life was complete.

There seemed no end to this golden time. Yet, like all
golden times, it had to end and when it did, it crushed her.
The thought buzzed through her mind and a tear rolled
down her cheek. A golden time, but that had been four years
ago. And here she was now, driving through the night.

The lights cut through the night, lighting trees and
flickering across the houses, which were scattered sparsely
throughout this part of the countryside. The hotel had been
built in the middle of nowhere and the remoteness had been
the reason they had picked it for their honeymoon, all those
years ago.

She knew she was drawing close to her destination,
although time had taken its toll on the landscape. The road
lacked the quaintness it once had and the small shrines
situated on sharp bends, gave testimony to how much more
dangerous the roads had become over the years. There was
the old mailbox once a bright red, now faded to a drab grey.

An old oak tree who's once majestic lower branches, were
now loped off. There were more than a dozen markers she
used to navigate this journey and though the landmarks were
older and shabbier, they were still unmistakable. She had
never been great at navigation, especially out of town but
although remote, she had never had any difficulty finding
Woodside Manor.

There was a small crest to a hill before the approach to the
Manor. Evelyn caught her breath as the lights played across
the building, lighting the two majestic towers that flanked
either side of the castellated top of the main building.

Woodside manor had once been an exclusive country club,
owned by an oil tycoon. No expense had been spared on its
original construction. It had enjoyed a second life as a luxury
hotel, but successive owners, had let it fall into disrepair.

Evelyn's sleek, burgundy-colored Jaguar turned off the
main road and up the long, winding, tree lined driveway,
which led to the hotel. As she approached, her lights swung
across the faded façade that had once been a gleaming white.
There was a fountain in the middle of a large doughnut
shaped parking area. It was once lit and the jets of water
then had been bathed in colored light. Now it was dark and
the water danced no more. The water was green and
stagnant and the ornamental statue in the centre of the pond
was covered with a thick moss concealing that it had once
been an attractive lady holding a Greek urn.

From the first time she had visited the manor she had
loved the place. The opulence of the frontage had always
reminded her of the set in the film Gone with the Wind. The
building seemed steeped in southern colonial elegance. She
felt a little saddened to see this grand building, now so down
at heel. The gardens too, what she could see of them, were a
faded reminder of what had once been.

Woodside Manor was no longer the prestigious venue for
millionaires and playboys; it had faded, as all things fade in
time.

The tires crunched to a halt and Evelyn sat in the car, with
the engine still running. She touched the amulet at her
throat. The chain was short enough to draw comment. A close
friend had once said that the medallion on such a short collar
resembles a dog's collar. The comment had made Evelyn
smile and she drew her own comparison with the ownership
of her as the beloved pet. Of course, a vanilla world could not
see what it was, it simply made them curious. She fingered
the decorative rose gold P and she thought of her service and
what the collar represented.

She turned the key and the car's quiet hum fell silent.
Evelyn sat still in the car, aware of the gifts she wore in honor
of Peter. Conflict swirled in her mind. In the dark, her fingers
fiddled with the car door latch. It clicked and swung open, but
she went cold, as she thought of her husband James. Another wave of guilt tore through her. After all James had done for her, how could she do this to him? How could she betray him like this? Yet her passion for her Master was strong.

Her mind turned over the argument; she felt a strong
commitment to both men. In a way, she had betrayed Peter
in marrying James. Peter had been her Master for many years
before she had known James. Her loyalties ran deep with both
men. She loved them both. She would do anything for James,
except this one thing, this one day of the year she must
honor the vows she had made to her Master.

How she wanted Peter. This was beyond animal lust, though in truth she felt that too, this was a bond. She had a commitment to Peter
that no mortal could break. She knew no matter what, Peter
loved her as deeply as she loved him.

She sat in the car gathering her thoughts for a brief
moment, pondering her next move, although the choice had
already been made. The choice had been made the day she
said, "I do" to Peter.

The time of doubt was over. There was a way of getting
out of the Jaguar that was more graceful than others. She
had become quite expert at doing it. Keeping her knees
together, she swung her legs around so she still sat on the
seat, but now with her feet on the graveled car park. Then
she stood. The alternative method of getting out of a low
sports car, especially wearing a short skirt, was far too
revealing.

Locking the car, she took the opportunity to take a closer
look around the car park. Evelyn caught her breath, as she
saw Peter's black sports car, with an ominous dent in the
front driver's side wing. She walked over to the car and felt
the contours of the indentation. She realized, as she ran her
hand along the distorted shape of the depression, that the
sleek paintwork had not even been broken. Her feelings
turned to warmth, as she smiled, thinking back to that happy
day when Peter first showed her the car. It was gleaming
new, with just the showroom miles on the clock. He was like a
small boy with a new toy, eager to show the trivial gadgets
that please men so much in their toys. With a last stroke of
the paintwork, she turned to the hotel.

Her black stiletto heels crunched, as she crossed the fine
pea shingle to the still impressive, yet faded, front door. The
closer Evelyn got to him, the more she realized how much she
still needed him. She wanted him more now than ever. She
moistened at the thought of him using her body. She was so
ready; she wondered how he would have her. Would his
mood today be rough or smooth?

In her minds eye, she pictured herself tied, naked and
helpless. She pictured his strong hands running over her
body. She thought of the pinch of clamps on her tender parts,
the smack of paddle, the bee sting of riding crop. A year had
been a long time since she had felt Master's firm discipline
and she longed to succumb to his will.

She wondered if Peter's features had changed over the last
year. Would he look different? Any older? She had scrutinized
her facial lines while she was preparing herself for this visit.
Her bathroom at home had a shelf dedicated to creams and
lotions, making claims to rejuvenate the skin, yet the lines
crept in. Were it not for her weekly visit to the hairdresser,
she knew that grey whips would streak her hair. But she did
not do grey.

Would Peter's hair have aged? He would never be vain
enough to use a color. Would his nice physique sport a curve
of tummy as age took its toll? All the time she daydreamed,
thinking of the changes she might see, she hoped that this
evening, would be exactly as if it had been when they lived as
man and wife. A pang of desire drove her on.

She wanted Peter alone in the privacy of their bedroom.
She wanted to submit to her Master in whatever way he
wanted her. Deep down, she never wanted this evening to
end.

Once in the lobby the man at the reception desk didn't look
up from the sports section in his newspaper, as she crossed
the threadbare carpet on the way to the elevator. The interior
was faded yet still clues to its former splendor were there.
The art deco light fittings, antique mirrors, ornate plasterwork
ceilings, and once plush couches at the edges of the large
foyer all spoke of a more opulent time yet there was a grubby
feel now. Unkempt plants sat on scarred wood tables and a
stale musty smell filled the air.

Evelyn entered the elevator and selected the fourth floor.
She found herself trembling slightly, as she approached the
door to their room. Butterflies danced in her stomach. It had
been a whole year since she had last seen Peter.

A flood of emotions hit her and she stayed motionless for a
moment. In one breath, she knew that Peter meant
everything to her, yet she trembled like a sophomore on her
first date.

A shiver passed over Evelyn and suddenly she went as cold
as the grave. Peter, James, her life, her loves, her heart, like
a near death experience, she saw herself from above. Her life
flashed before her eyes. The conflicts and emotions whirled
around her head and in one instant there was a part of her
that just wanted to run, run back to the arms of James. She
was torn between the safety and security of home and the
call of her Master.

It had been four years since she had served him full time,
yet the power of his voice rang loud and clear in her ears.
How she wanted the touch of his hand. She needed Peter. All
the time there was Peter, always Peter and she knew as
surely as night followed day that she would take these last
few steps and knock on the door.

It was the same room where they had made love for more
years than she could recall. The same room where she had
spent her honeymoon, the room where her lover waited
silently for her now.

Her eyes lingered on the tarnished brass numbers 422.
There on the door below the number was their sign, a rose,
now slightly wilted, yet nevertheless a symbol of their love. A
fingertip stroked a slightly wilting petal and with a deep
breath and a trembling hand Evelyn's knuckle lightly rapped
on the door. With a sigh, her full breasts swelled against her
starched linen blouse and suddenly she was fully aware of
herself again, aware of the very personal way Peter had asked
her to dress for his pleasure. She felt the intimacy and
closeness of the chain, as she waited for a response. The
metal stroked tender flesh. She could sense, just how wet she
was in anticipation of this meeting. A nervous hand fiddled
with the hem of her skirt.

For what seemed like an age, she waited outside the door,
then the solid click of the lock and there stood Peter, crisp
white shirt, and his charcoal business suit. Gold cufflinks and
tiepin and the shine on his shoes. He was just the same as he
ever was, he had not changed, not one wrinkle, not one
additional grey hair. Tears welled up in her eyes as the love
for her master overwhelmed her She caught her breath and
stifled a sob, as she saw the fire red tie with the tiny white
dots she had bought him so many years ago. She looked him
full in the face. Yes, he was just the same. The broad, open
smile and the glint in his eye, took her back to the electronics
trade show where they had met, all those years ago.

She had always loved his enthusiasm, no matter what he
did, he always did it keenly. How she loved him. Evelyn
stepped to her Master and melted into his waiting arms as if
she had never been parted from him.

She felt Peter give the door a gentle push, with a solid
click, the door closed, and they were alone.

Toy's Story:
Aquisition of a Sex Toy
By Robert Cloud

Bound By Fate
By Lee Rush

Fool Me Once
By Jessica Joy
(Jessica also writes as Abby Blythe)

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