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

Collection Paranormal
Stories
688 paperback pages
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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 2

She shifted her weight slightly from one foot to the other
and said, "What would you like me to do?" The tremble in her
voice was half in fear of the answer and half in anticipation.
Right here and now she would do anything. Her eyes were
locked to his. She was drawn like a moth to the flame.

Peter uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, "Firstly, I
would like you to take off your blouse."

Evelyn was not used to men being this direct with her, she
felt a second rush of blood to her cheeks, but it excited her
beyond belief and she felt herself moisten. Was it wrong of
her to do as he asked, she wondered. Yet, it felt so right, how
could she not comply?

Her heart beat faster as her nervous fingers fumbled with
difficult buttons. Her mind flicked to a time in school changing
rooms and other girls laughing at her developing body. She
had been the first in her class to develop breasts and had
been teased endlessly for it. As she loosened the blouse from
her skirt, she relived every negative comment she had ever
heard. Was Peter going to judge her? How much easier sex
would be with the lights off.

She shook as the garment slipped from her shoulders and
fell to the floor. She was revealed. Her mind raced. Where
was this going? She knew it would end in sex, but this was so
different from the usual courtship ritual. Would the sex be
that much different too?

In contrast to Evelyn, Peter looked and sounded contented
and relaxed. "And now your skirt please." His voice was calm
and measured, his face placid. Evelyn found her gaze slipping
from his eyes to the prominent bulge in his trousers. She felt
flustered, and she contemplated sinking to her knees there
and then and releasing the captive. However, the instruction
had not been given and she was not brave enough to deviate
from Peter's word.

She wondered what her friends would say, if she told
them, a man had told her to do this and she had complied.
Indeed, could she ever tell anyone how much it excited her to
give this control to a man? Nice girls didn't do such things.
Did they?

She had undressed in front of men before, but usually the
man would be busy removing his clothes at the same time.
This felt more personal. She was under the spotlight; it was
her performing for him. Trembling fingers grappled with the
belligerent fastening of the skirt, she quietly muttered under
her breath as the clasp surrendered and the skirt puddled at
her feet. Evelyn looked closely at Peter looking for any
reaction negative or otherwise, as her thighs were now
revealed. To her relief, Peter's gaze traced admiringly up her
legs and the swell in his trousers confirmed, in a most honest
way, he liked what he saw. Again, her nerves twitched and
she wished this first time had been beneath the cover of a
darkened room.

She looked at Peter and his eyes were still fixed on her. It
was obvious that he was amused by the struggle with the
skirt's clasp, yet he only kept a slight smile, not wanting to
break the sensuality of the moment. "Your shoes please."

Evelyn looked down at her shoes. A part of her wanted to
resist. This was wrong, wasn't it? It was wrong for a man to
issue instructions for her to strip, wasn't it? She was not a
whore, to do as she was told, a plaything, a life-size, queensized,
Barbie doll. Yet this was compulsive. Peter was no
monster, quite the opposite. He had a charming way about
him. He was a gentleman. She felt like she was being
charmed out of her clothes, but there was something
compelling in the way he talked. Something in the matter-offact
way, he asked her to remove each garment that made it
impossible to refuse. She felt his glance alter from warm to
steely, the longer she delayed, though in truth from request
to action it was a fraction of a second. Peter was almost
motionless, yet the glint in his eye and the power of his voice
made each request overwhelming.

She was confused why the removal of the shoes was so
symbolic, was it the reduction of height? Or her feeling of
helplessness? Evelyn took a deep breath and steadied her
nerve. She slipped into the abyss, as the shoes were gently
slid off and she stood before him in bra, panties and
pantyhose. Now resigned to her fate, she felt the sooner she
was naked the better, then at least there would be the love
making. Evelyn went to remove her bra, but Peter stopped
her.

"Not until I am ready, please. You may remove it, but only
when I ask you," he continued with cool measured voice.
Evelyn was confused, he didn't want to see her naked? "I
don't understand, Peter."

Peter leaned forward, "This will happen all in good time,
but it will happen in my time. I would like you to do as I ask."
There was no anger in his voice, just the opposite; it was a
calm response, which Evelyn found comforting rather than
upsetting. "I want to savor you, as I would a gourmet meal.
Which is better filet mignon or hamburger?" Peter clasped his
hands together and studiously steepled his fingers "Which
would you like me to consider you? Filet or burger?"

Evelyn needed no time to think "Filet." She had been
regarded as a burger, too many times in the past.
Peter leaned back in the seat again. "Are you ready to
continue?"

"Yes Peter." She looked directly at her lover.
Peter returned her smile and said, "I have a request. I
have certain tastes and it would please me, very much, if you
would address me as Sir. It is a simple word that shows
respect. It is a word that shows me you are ready and willing
to serve. The choice to serve is for you to make, and this is a
choice you must make freely. It will feel a bit strange at first,
but it is a way some people live their lives. It is a way I live
mine.

"I have a profound feeling that you would take to this
lifestyle. I feel deep down, that you have a need to serve. I
know you have a need to please me. Do you feel you are ready to take this first step? Do you feel you are ready to do
as I ask? To please me?"

Though she was unsure in her mind of the implications of
what it meant to serve, without hesitation she replied, "Yes
Sir." The sir came out of her lips naturally, as an involuntary
reaction to his authority and she liked the way it sounded,
respectful and comforting. She was aware again of the
moistness in her panties and she knew there would be no
hiding it from Peter.

"Good girl," Peter said, with a flash of white teeth. Then
his lips set to a warm smile.

"May I ask a question?"

"Of course, you may ask anything."

"What does it mean to serve? What is it I have to do?"

Without hesitation Peter replied, "To serve me well,
requires you to do as I ask, when I ask you to do it. This
requires you to trust me. I wish you to follow my requests
carefully, without question, because you know it is what I
wish. In serving me, it also fulfills a side of you that has not
yet been fulfilled. This is very much a two way street. You
must want to serve. You must want to trust. In return, our
love for each other will blossom."

Reassured by his words, but still a little apprehensive she
asked, "What if I fail? What if I can't live up to all you
expect?"

Peter took her hand and kissed it his warm lips grazed her
flesh, "I want this as much for you, as I do for myself. It is
not an audition to be passed. You need to want to do this.
You need to feel in your heart that this is right for you. In
return, I will support you, nurture you, guide you, and hold
you.

"I feel that you have been repressing these feelings of
submission, a little like a caged bird. I want you to be the
person that I know you have locked away deep inside you. I
want you to be that person for you.

"It will seem a little strange at first, giving me that power
over you. In time, and with trust, it will become second
nature for you. With trust, you will focus on your service to
me. I in turn will devote my life to cherishing you. Trust is
needed because you have to know instinctively that what I
ask you to do will not harm you. You will find a deep sense of
well being in your service. But it is your service to give
freely."

Peter paused for a moment, to let the depth of his words
sink in. With a kind warm tone in his voice he continued, "I
ask you again, freely and happily would you choose to serve
me?"

Evelyn searched her mind. Yes, she wanted him. Yes, she
was burning with desire, but more than that, much more, she
knew within her very soul that the only truth that mattered
was, she loved Peter more profoundly than she had ever
loved before. "Yes Sir I am willing to serve. I will do all you
ask of me and I will try to serve you as well as I can."

"I can ask nothing more from you than that. This makes
me very happy Evelyn, very happy indeed."

"Sir, what would you ask of me?"

Peter paused for a moment, "I am not fond of pantyhose, I
would be happier if you never wore them again. Stockings are
fine, but I just don't like pantyhose. I would be disappointed
to find you wearing them." His words were friendly, yet
Evelyn was in no doubt that his likes and dislikes must be
taken seriously. There was an undeniable throbbing at her
center. Her clit ached to be touched.

The suspense from what was happening was incredible.
Never before in her life had she been so turned on, so very
aware of her body and her needs. Right there and then she
would give anything to have Peter rip off her remaining
clothes and fuck her. Yet she knew she would have to wait for
his instruction.

"I wish you to remove your pantyhose, please." Peter
spoke as if he was at the dinner table asking her to pass the
salt, yet as much as it sounded a request; there was no
getting away from the power of his tone.

Evelyn looked down, as she hooked her thumbs under the
elastic of the hose. She tried to make the removal as elegant
as she could for Peter. Boyfriends in the past had never
paused at this stage; they were so intent to getting at what
was inside. There was such an awkwardness about getting
them off that she vowed never to wear them again. Having
removed the garment she stood head lowered, looking at her
body.

She wished at that moment that she was a size 10, but the
fact remained that she wasn't and with Peter looking at her
with the I am going to eat you for breakfast look in his eye
she realized, maybe for the first time in her life, she really
didn't give a shit. This man lusted after her as she was, and
she wanted him inside her. Size was irrelevant. She was
hungry.

She was so excited she was about to explode. Her nipples
were painfully hard where they pressed against the flimsy
fabric of her bra. Peter would be able to see how hard they
were. A glance down showed her panties were every bit as
embarrassingly wet as she feared they would be. Peter would
be able to see that too. Calmly she waited for his next
instruction.

"Please look up," again in his tone was friendly.

She happily obeyed and their eyes met again. She looked
closely at him, his face showed its 35 years. Though clean
shaven, at this stage in the evening a light shadow was on his
chin. His hair, a chestnut brown was neatly trimmed but
slightly mussed from where he had run his fingers through it
during the course of the evening. Evelyn saw warmth and
kindness on his face. She returned his gaze and licked her lips
in anticipation. This wait was a tantalizing game of tease and
denial that was delicious.

Without her power suit, she felt more vulnerable, but the
way Peter looked at her made her feel strong again and she
minded less that he could see her like this. She switched her
gaze from herself to Peter's face and then to his groin. He
made no effort to try to hide his erection, which strained
against the fabric of his trousers. Here was a man at home
with his body.

She felt Peter's savoring of her body ... She felt his eyes
linger on her ample breasts and the fact that he could see her
erect nipples and the damp patch on the front of her
matching pretty pink lace bra and panties, somehow
empowered her. The bulge in Peter's trousers showed that he
was every bit as excited as she was. He wanted her and that
made everything all right.

She became calmer and she felt her breathing grow less
strained as she felt a little of the tension ease from her neck
and shoulders. She began to feel comfortable, yet still
excited, as she waited for his next instruction.

"How are you feeling?" Peter sat back, his thumb stroking
his trousers, lightly just beyond the end of his penis.

"I feel fine, Sir." His words reassured her and she
straightened her back.

"Good," Peter paused, "are you excited?"

The answer to the question was obvious in the wet stain
on the front of her panties and the erect peaks of her nipples
showing through her bra. He could see how excited she was
but she hesitated to voice how excited she was.

"I would like you to tell me how excited you are. I know
you find it difficult to verbalize this ... But I want you to try."

"Yes Sir," her voice trembled and her face flushed. "I am
very excited, Sir." Why should this be so hard to say out
loud? She didn't understand why, but it was and she felt a
little embarrassed to say it.

"Good girl. I am very pleased with you."

Pleased with her? Did he think of her as a pet? She should
have been angry, yet she wasn't. She was quite the opposite.
She was proud that he was pleased with her. She was proud
of being strong enough to do what he had asked and she
replied with a simple, "Thank you, Sir."

Peter continued to stroke his leg, his thumb now catching
the tip of his member on each stroke. "Your bra now, please."
The tone in his voice had not altered; he was totally calm,
totally in control.

She shrugged one of the shoulder straps down and
unclasped the hooks and her soft firm breasts swung free.

The cool air caressed her firm orbs and erect nipples. She felt
calm and relaxed, showing Peter her charms. Her eyes flicked
over her pale breasts crowned with erect pink gumdrop
nipples. His smiling face and hard cock told her all she needed
to know. She wanted this man.

The instruction to remove her last garment could not be
far away yet it seemed an age before he said, "And now
Evelyn, your panties please." She had been expecting that,
and shimmied out of the lacy material. What she hadn't
expected was his next request. "Would you be so kind as to
hand them to me?" Again, the power of this simple request
hit her and she handed him the damp swatch of fabric.

Naked and vulnerable now, she looked down at her own
body, her erect nipples and damp pubic hair, and the
moistness on her thigh. She felt so exposed that she wanted
to hide. Her natural instincts made her attempt to cover her
body with her hands.

Peter with an almost inaudible "No" stopped her. "You
have nothing to worry about you have a lovely body. Let me
feast my eyes upon it."

She stood still as she watched him looking at her, then she
saw him switch his attention to her panties. As he fingered
the cloth, she could almost feel his hands on her. She
watched him scrutinize this most intimate piece of clothing.
She felt a little embarrassed as he lifted the cloth to his nose
and inhaled her scent. She hoped she smelled sweet. His
facial expression reassured her. He obviously liked her musk.

Peter's attention moved from her to her panties and back
again. When he looked at her she could see he looked at her
naked body approvingly. Peter had a look in his eye that said
he could and would devour her and she liked that.

"You have never given yourself to a man this way before,"
he held her panties to his face and inhaled again, "and it
troubles you a little ... yet it excites you too?" Peter's voice
was calm as if he was talking about the weather.

"Yes Sir ... very much," her voice was trembling and
husky. She could not disguise the fact she wanted him. As
she stood, her legs parted a little and she gave a little sigh as
a cool wisp of air whispered across her labia. She was hungry.
Peter looked directly into her eyes. "I want you." He stood
and moved to her.

Evelyn dropped her gaze but Peter lifted her chin. His hand
was warm and smooth. He looked her directly in the eyes
again, and stroked her cheek.

With her face in his hands Peter whispered, "I want you to
give yourself to me. I want you to do it totally. I want you to
do it willingly and without reservation. Do you give yourself to
me?"

She felt her face melt into his hands, she felt her knees
tremble. There and then, she would do anything he asked.
"Oh, God yes." she gasped. "Yes Sir, whatever you wish of
me."

"Without reservation?" Peter stroked her cheek and looked
her in the eyes, never breaking eye contact.

Evelyn blurted out, "Yes Sir. I will do anything." Her words
left her lips without the full implication of what anything could
mean. There was nothing this man could ask her to do that
she would not do for him. She was his. Her body shook.

"Thank you. I would like you to turn around for me."

Slowly she turned for him and though she could not see his
face, the small grunts he gave, reassured her that he
appreciated her back view every bit as much as he had the
front.

"Truly exquisite," whispered Peter. His words were
reverent, as if describing a work of art.

Peter held her from behind and whispered in her ear. "You
are beautiful, truly beautiful. I wish to prepare you, to make
you even more perfect. Please show me the way to your
bathroom."

His words reassured her. It was as if her every nerve was
attuned and alert. Evelyn caught the smell of his subtle citrus
aftershave, as she led him to the bathroom. She felt the
carpet beneath her naked toes, as she crossed the living
room. She felt the blood pounding in her veins. A million
questions went through her mind. Whatever would this
preparation entail? Were they to shower? Was he to wash
her? She knew better than to ask, yet her mind and heart
raced.

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