Bound by the Red Thread

She felt a shudder run through her body at the thought of being put over his knee and having him spank her.

She’d tried to get Jin to play with her like that, but he was always appalled at the thought of doing anything remotely kinky.

She’d been reading erotic books for years, and when Kristen Anders, her favorite author, had started writing about BDSM, she’d become intrigued. She’d done research and read every book she could find on the subject, but when she’d tried to bring it up to her husband, he’d told her she was sick and forbade her to read any more books about it—not that he’d stopped her.

She and Jin had already started to drift apart at that point, and she’d been trying anything to save her failing marriage. What a mistake that had been.

“Hey, baby, why the sad face?” Paul asked, turning her to face the spray of water with her back to him.

He reached around her and applied her body wash to his hands and starting with her shoulders slowly spread the lather down her arms to her fingertips. Threading his fingers with hers, he brought her hands behind her back. “Hold your hands there for me,” he said against her neck.

“Okay,” Nicole answered softly, and did what he said.

Paul added more soap to his hands and starting with her neck, began applying the lather to her front. He slowly moved his hands down her body, spending extra time on her breasts and nipples, until she felt her body beginning to hum.

Applying more soap, he continued down her body, over her hips until he reached the vee of her thighs. “Spread for me,” he said huskily into her ear as he slipped his fingers between her legs.

He slid his fingers up and down her folds, spreading the soap and water over her. He slid two fingers into her channel and began thrusting them in and out, then moved the other hand up to her neck and tilted her head back onto his shoulder.

“Don’t come. Wait. Wait. For me.” His deep husky voice sent shivers down her back.

“Yes,” she said on a breath out.

“Good girl.” He continued moving his fingers in and out, her body writhing with want as he did.

Her ears caught the ring of her phone over the sound of the water. “Wait! Wait,” she said, stopping him.

“My phone. I should…” Nicole pushed away from him and started rinsing the soap from her body.

“Yes. You should,” Paul answered with a sigh as he stepped out of the shower quickly wrapping a towel around his waist before wrapping her in one as she followed him.

Nicole tucked the towel around herself and headed for her phone which was beside the bed.

“Hello,” she said, swiping to answer as she glanced at the caller ID. “Who is this?” she asked, after a few seconds of listening. “What do you want? Hello?” she asked, pulling the phone away from her ear and turning the speaker on.

Paul came to stand beside her and looked over her shoulder at the phone.

“Who is it?” he asked quietly, so the caller couldn’t hear him.

“I don’t know,” Nicole said, staring at the phone. “Who is this? What do you want?” she asked again.

“You’re mine. Mine, mine.” A raspy voice came out of the phone with an evil laugh.

“Who. Is. This?” she screamed into the phone.

Paul took the phone away from her. “Who is this?” he growled into the phone.

There was more laughter and the phone disconnected. Paul pulled Nicole into his arms. “Get dressed. I’m going to call Neptune and see if he can trace the call. If it rings again let it go to voice mail. We’ll figure this out.”

Nicole nodded and went to get some clothes out of the dresser she had been using. After she got dressed, she sat on the bed, trying to think of anyone who might be doing this.

Paul walked back into the bedroom after he had dressed and finished making his phone call. “Monty is tracing the call. He’ll let us know as soon as he finds anything.”

Nicole nodded. “I need to try and call Cliff. I haven’t talked to him since this all started. I need to know he’s okay.”

Paul glanced down at his watch. “It’s evening there. This would probably be a good time. I’ll leave you to it while I make some calls myself.” He left the room and closed the door softly behind him, giving her some much-needed space.

Paul detoured by the bedroom he had been using on his way back to the living room. He grabbed his cell phone and his laptop, hoping for some good news to give to Nicole. He knew she needed it now.