With Visions of Red (Broken Bonds#2) (12 page)

I feel Sadie’s soft hand against my cheek. The words won’t stop.

“I couldn’t let her family find her like that. The embarrassment…most people don’t understand autoerotic affixation. I recalled the serial killings. All the news reports. In a moment of blind panic, I slipped on a pair of gloves and…I strangled her. I stared into her eyes for what felt like eternity, watching her soul leave her body. I watched the whites of her eyes fracture with red. I watched her blood stain the rope. When she was gone, her silence mocked me. I staged her death like one of the killings before I left. Not just her house, but the city. I never went back.”

I open my eyes, finally able to hold Sadie’s gaze. “And now the demon inside me is blood thirsty. What I did opened a door—one I can’t close. I’ve been haunted, trying to find a way to exist with the fact that I’m a killer. I killed the woman I loved. I gave my soul to the devil, and the fucker punished me by turning me into a sadistic monster who craves to look into your eyes and witness your fear.”

Both her hands move to my face as she forces me to hold her gaze. “Listen to me, Colton. You got no enjoyment from taking her life. No pleasure from watching her suffer. You are not a sadist.”

I try to shake my head, but she holds me securely. “No,” she says, straddling my lap so that I can’t move out of her touch. “I know evil. I’ve seen evil like you have never known. I’ve stared into its eyes and suffered at its hands. You are
not
a killer, and you are
not
a sadist. You would’ve never been able to reach me if you were—and you pushed past my pain to pull me out of the darkness. We found each other. That never could’ve happened any other way.”

I grasp her close to me. “Save me, goddess.”

With the lips of an angel, her mouth crashes against mine, encasing me in her light. I don’t deserve atonement, I haven’t earned her redemption, but I crave it just the same. My goddess lavishes me with her beautiful forgiveness, and I’m bound to her because of it.

My fingers dig into the fabric of her dress, gripping her to me so tightly they ache. The pain feels right. Something so maddeningly right, that I need more. She understands, because her nails dig into my back as I kiss her harder, demanding without words that she finish me.

Just slay me here and now.

She breaks away, her breath searing against my lips. “I trust you,” she says. “I have never trusted anyone more.”

God, but I believe her. “I’m yours. Completely yours, goddess. Trust that.”

“I want you to take me there. Away from the pain, and torture, and darkness. So far away from my dungeon.” She brings her hands between us and presses her wrists together. An offering. “If you belong to me, then I belong to you. Take me.”

My arms circle her waist, holding her to me as I lift up and lay her on her back, my body blanketing her in whatever shelter I have to offer. I drive her hands over her head, anchoring her wrists to the floor as my mouth seeks the silken flesh of her neck.

Her gasp ignites a fire in my chest, and I’m engulfed by the flames, the smoke curling around us and blotting out the harsh, judgmental light of the world. Here, with her, I’m the man who loves her. Who worships her. Who will save her right back. If this is what my goddess demands of me, then I’m but her servant.

I seal my mouth over hers, parting her lips and tasting her sweetness. Reveling in the pure pleasure of making her mine. I pull back to look into her eyes, just for absolute confirmation.

Her hands snake out from beneath mine to palm my face. “Love between us won’t be beautiful. I know that—I’m not asking for the illusion. I want the raw, unvarnished truth of us. That’s the only way we can be.”

I run the back of my hand over her cheek. “It’s like you were fashioned just for me.”

“Forged out of pain and suffering,” she whispers.

“Then I’ll be the one to craft your pleasure.”

Pushing onto my knees, I grab the hem of her dress and slide it up her legs. Her eyes stay with me as I spread her thighs, opening her up to me. A growl rumbles in the back of my throat as I take in her bared pussy. My sexy goddess is trying to kill me.

Before I can do anything…I have to taste her. One selfish taste for myself, then I will focus solely on her. Roaming my palms along her thighs, I bask in the tremble of her limbs, then I dip low and take her into my mouth. Her back arches off the floor as I surround her, unable to be gentle. My need for her overwhelms all my senses.

Her knees clamp hard against me, and my hands clutch her thighs, drawing her off the floor and closer to me. Her moans encourage me on, and when she tries to wriggle loose…so close to coming…I don’t stop. I nip her mound, drawing a cry from her mouth, and then my tongue delves into her warm center, taking her right over the edge with me.

Her hands find my hair, then she’s grabbing my hands, searching for something solid to brace against as she climbs.

“Colton…” My name escapes on her desperate cry, and I groan against her, just as desperate for her to fill my mouth.

She shatters then. Her body quaking as she contorts in a beautiful arc that forces my cock to respond. Once I release her, I lower my zipper and feel the sudden relief as I’m freed.

Sadie’s eyes take me in, a hungry glint shimmering there that makes me throb, unable to pull my gaze away. She gets to her hands and knees and kisses me, tasting herself on my tongue, and that fires off a jolt through my body. Her hand seeks me out, shamelessly gripping my cock, and when she pulls away and drops down, I say, “You don’t—”

“I am,” she says, unyielding. “I’m going to taste you. I want to, and you won’t deny me this.”

A devilish smile twists her lips, and I’m helpless against it. “Yes, goddess.” It’s my only response.

Her tongue tastes me first, just sampling, and my muscles gather and tense with the divine torture of it. I’m not prepared as she takes me all the way into her mouth, closing her lips around the middle of my cock, and I suck in a sharp breath through my teeth.

I feel her smile as she inches back. She’s enjoying the effect she has on me, her power over me, and I’m determined to let her own every part of me just to please her. As her tongue glides along my shaft, that thought drifts into a distant desire as I’m consumed by lust. My hands ball into fists at my sides as my back stiffens, and my dick becomes a rock-hard, throbbing member demanding to be thrust into her hot mouth.

I slide my hands along her back, then to her hair. My fingers sink into the silky tumble as I release her clip to free it. The brush of her long dark layers against my skin is so tantalizing that I grip her nape, forcefully thrusting my hips, unable to hold back.

My blood roars to life in my veins, the rush going right to my head. I could easily become lost—just fall completely at her mercy, and never eat or sleep again. Just so long as her mouth is on me, I’d die a content man. That thought has my balls tightening, and I try to pull away, but she pushes up closer, taking me deeper. Jesus—to come in her mouth…not yet.

“Goddess, I’m stopping you now.” I grasp her arms and haul her up against me.

“I want your taste in my mouth,” she says, and it sends a vicious shiver over my skin. I kiss her lips—those lips and that tongue that want to make me crazy.

“Once I’ve had my fill of you,” I say, bringing us both to a stand, “I’ll let you do your worst to me. But right now, this second, I’m too greedy.”

And I’m not slowing now. I draw the hem of her dress up and lift it over her head, letting the sleek material slip free. It pools to the floor as my gaze hungrily absorbs her flesh. It’s been too long since I’ve seen every inch of her, and I’m torn between letting my eyes continue to worship her and granting my hands permission to touch her.

I reach behind my back and yank my shirt over my head. I toss it aside as I move in. “You were determined to torture me tonight,” I say, dropping my mouth to her shoulder, loving the feel of her bare breasts pressed against me as my teeth brand her skin. Her nipples pebble against my chest, making my cock throb along her stomach.

“This time,” she says, grazing her fingers over my back, “I’m not holding back.”

Showing up to the club wearing just a skimpy dress…that proves more to me than she’ll ever know. “As long as it’s for me, you can waltz around naked, goddess. Just as long as I’m the one who gets to praise your body.”

Her head tilts back, giving me full access as I kiss a trail along the slim column of her neck. “Only you, Colton. Your touch only.”

Her words rush right to my heart, quickening my blood. The image of her dancing with that guy breaks through the seductive haze clouding my mind, and I force it away. She trusts me, and that trust is more than returned. I should’ve seen that lie for what it was; a tactic to get me ambushed by the cops.

Carson’s aware of my feelings for Sadie—but so is the killer. Either one could’ve arranged that scenario. What angers me most is that I questioned Sadie after the fact. Never again. I’ll never doubt her.

And I infuse that trust into our embrace now. “Our power exchange is you submitting to me, but not fearing that I will hurt you. I give you complete and absolute control over me. I service you, goddess. Trust that I will never hurt you.”

She nods quickly.

“Say you trust me,” I whisper close to her ear.

“I trust you,” she says without hesitation.

I sweep her into my arms and carry her to the middle of the room, to where three small silver rings dangle from a large block of bamboo suspended from the ceiling.

I place her feet to the floor, then kiss her fervently. A groan springs free, and I reach down to push my needy cock against my stomach and zip my pants, wanting my full attention on her.

Releasing her, I say, “This one is a bit different from the simple design I have at home.” I walk over to the wall and run my hand along the different ropes. I select the natural colored jute. This experience should be pure.

“Do you always use the same material?” she asks.

A pang hits my chest, but I push past the ache. “I do,” I say, returning to her side. “Jute is durable but soft. Cotton is the softest...” I trail off, knowing she understands why I’m explaining. Everything is open between us. “It’s the softest. But it also stretches, and there’s less friction, so it slips easily. It’s not ideal for suspension because of that. The rope can tighten painfully and it’s hard to unknot. I would never use cotton.”

Her gaze remains steady on me, her eyes unblinking. “It’s the rope choice of someone who doesn’t want the other person to have the option of getting free.”

“Yes,” I say. “It’s a good choice for hardcore bondage and…other things.”

Her chin lifts, showing me just how strong she’s being in this moment. “And chains?”

My eyebrows pull together. “I would never…” I’m there before her then, taking her face between my palms, the rope lassoed around my shoulder. “No, goddess. I would never subject you to chains. Just say the name of the fucker who has, and I will end him.”

She swallows hard, blinks. “He’s dead.”

I nod hard once. “He would be regardless after I was through with him.”

A tentative smile touches her mouth, and I wither under the pain of it. “I’m not broken, Colton. You showed me that. I’ve just been lost, confused and twisted, for a long time.”

I ease out a strained breath. “Forged or born, you are perfection. Don’t ever question that.” I rest my lips against her forehead, savoring her lavender scent, the warmth of her skin.

“I have to believe that this is who I’d be with or without him,” she says. Her arms slip around me, and I cradle her head against my chest. “Finding you…I know now. With you, I’m every bit the real me.”

I drop a kiss to the top of her head. “And you’re mine.”

With slow but sure movements, she separates from me and holds up her wrists, joint-to-slender joint. “Break his bonds from me. Break them and bind me to you.”

My chest heaves as I stand before her, so completely raw and wanting. “Yes, goddess.” Every order she commands of me, I will do without question.

I slip the rope down my arm and begin to unravel it, letting the end curl along the floor as I run it through my hands to remove any stray fibers. Then I twine it around her wrists, wrapping it twice, then through the middle section to lock her hands in place.

“Raise your arms,” I instruct. We’ve been here before, but this time is so much more. This isn’t me guiding her, exposing her to this intimate side of herself. It’s us discovering who we are together.

Once I’ve gotten the ring threaded and the rope secured, I kiss the smooth skin beneath her bound wrists, then trail my hands to her ribs, where I give her breasts the attention they deserve.

I work my tongue over one pink nipple, flicking the tender bud and sucking it into my mouth. She’s mine now. During the first Shibari session, I was her trainer, the person she needed to be able to trust. I would’ve never taken advantage of her in that vulnerable position. Now, she’s bound to
me
, and I will touch, lick, caress, and dominate every succulent part of her body.

Her leg laces around mine as she attempts to pull me closer, and I drop to my knees where I bring her ankle up and kiss it before threading a loop. I travel up her leg like that, threading and looping, kissing and caressing, as I create a stunning and intricate design. Once I reach her inner-thigh, I pause and give my patient goddess a small reward, nibbling on her clit until she squirms.

“Hold still,” I say, then suck her into my mouth, eliciting a sultry whimper from her, before I move on to her other leg. I create the same design there, then stretch the end of the rope up to the ring.

Next, with deft movements, I lace a separate length of rope around her ribs, joining the loops along her back. As I move up her torso, I separate a section of the rope to make two thin strands, then thread it over her breasts. She twitches against the binds as I tweak the rope, tightening it to securely clamp her nipples.

“Tell me how that feels,” I say, massaging the sensitive skin around her nipples, roughening them up to take the abuse.