The Book of Red: ISAK & Red and bonus prequel Used

by Cari Silverwood

  “Now do you see?”

  He nodded and pointed to a pocket.

  “Do it.”

  He pulled out a cellphone, showed me the person he called, then connected to Ted.

  It rang a while then was picked up. “Sir, we have a problem with our guest. Can you come now, please?”

  Ted said something that sounded like now?

  “Yes, sir. Now.”

  “You can’t say?”

  “Protocol, sir. It’s unsafe to say on this line.”

  It was three AM, or thereabouts. I guessed he’d been woken. Which only spoke to the silent advance of my beautiful army. And the soundproofing. What a good man he’d been to make this eagle’s nest penthouse so lovely and quiet. I looked around at the girls. They were so very pretty, and bloody.

  The guard hung up. I took the cellphone then spun it across the floor.

  Girls, I sent to the ones nearest the elevator. Bring him to me.

  The only flaw in this would be if he went to one of the other floors. Or had a ton of guards. I sent some more females.

  There’d been no need. He came to this floor in the elevator, and he stepped out. Clueless.

  The shots fired were only his. I bade them sacrifice themselves rather than kill him outright. By chance, earlier I had noticed one of the females greatly resembled his daughter.

  As he was dragged into the room, stunned but intact, I brought her to my side.

  “Hello, Ted. Time to learn what happens when you fuck with me.” I questioned him as the women stripped him, then began to nail him to the wall with knives they had rescued from kitchens and sheaths.

  “You scream well. Where are the tissue samples and my blood?”

  The young woman who was related to him walked forward with a knife and drove it home into his right palm. His face writhed, and he choked and babbled.

  Blood already marred the wall.

  Red shook my shoulder. I looked to her.

  “Please. Listen to me. Isak. Kill him, I guess that has to be done. But please…” She shook me again. “No more torture.”

  I stared at her.

  “Please!”

  Choices, remember. My mind had butted in.

  I massaged her shoulder. The touch of her body ran into me like a shock.

  I recognized the wrongness of what I did, and I swallowed. Why? This felt so incredibly good.

  “I need some retribution.” A lot of it.

  “You have it. You have it, Isak.”

  “The fridge down the hallway. Two doors down!” Ted shrieked then mumbled, his breaths sharp gasps. Which would be due to the pain of two… no, it was now three knives in his body. Both hands, one ankle.

  The girl, who was his niece, I realized, was poised with knife four.

  “And the footage of me controlling your daughter? That video, you mentioned. Is that elsewhere? I can tell if you lie to me.”

  “It’s…” He hung in the spreadeagled position, his last free leg scrambling to touch floor and take his bodyweight. The girls had hoisted him high before knifing him. He burbled out more info like a leaky sieve, “It’s here. On a USB stick. Nowhere else. It’s too valuable. My patron lives somewhere else. We found the trail you left, even though you swop cars, use new women. Without knowing what you can do, it looks normal.”

  “Of course it does.” I’d left a fucking trail. In the future I would be more careful. “Good.” What to do? I eyed him. He had not begged. A tough man. Not a single, please don’t hurt me.

  Fuck this. I stepped back, having identified another of the women as the niece’s mother. Two relatives. Messy. But apt.

  I drew Red to my chest and buried her face in my shirt. “Don’t look. Shhh.” Then I did what I should have already done.

  Cut him up. Slowly. Skin him. Take your fucking time.

  Then burn this place down.

  It had to happen. It was the best way to remove the evidence.

  I made sure we were long gone before the burning started and only watched from afar. Sirens had been screaming through the streets for ten minutes plus before I managed to tear myself away from the sight.

  What a light show – pieces peeled off the outside as the façade roared with the climbing flames. This was a conflagration worthy of Hell. Window glass shattered and fell like lethal confetti. I’d lit an enormous candle to celebrate my revenge.

  The embers drifted a long way on the sea winds since they came from ten stories up. I held my hand in the air as if to catch them and watched a few wander by, singeing my arm hair.

  I had brought out Red and myself while ensuring she acted normally and shielding us from CCTV. However, I’d let my calming influence stop, and here she stood, face shining with tears and contorted by utter grief. I should have been watching her. That pulsing pain from her wound surged, and I did what I’d been doing since it happened – I suppressed the pain.

  She trembled when I touched her arm.

  “What have you done, Isak?”

  I looked to the burning tower. This was a rhetorical question, obviously. I waited.

  “Were you merciful?”

  To which ones? “I was.”

  No, I hadn’t been merciful. I’d watched him die through the eyes of the women. It had been an agonizing death of a thousand, cuts with most of them delivered by his niece.

  Red didn’t know.

  I opened my palm and studied the Keppra pill in my palm.

  Going onward to kill the patron would be eminently doable and fucking amazing, but if I did… if I did that, I doubted I would ever find peace with Red. I would use her up until she was a husk.

  “Though it would be the most awesome fucking using,” I muttered to myself.

  “What?” Red looked up at me. Her mouth wobbled. Then she looked back to the tower and whispered. “Make it go away.”

  I wasn’t a wizard. Her sadness though, strangely it tore at me inside my chest. I came up behind her and pulled her back into my body, then rearranged her hair where it fell over her shoulders. “I am never letting you go, Red, but I don’t want to see you like this.”

  She sniffled, wiped at her tears with her uninjured hand. “I figured it was so.”

  “I can make this memory go away. All the bad ones. Just give me permission, and I can.”

  “Permission?” She had blurted that, with disbelief in every syllable.

  Still, I waited, stroking her hair.

  “I can never ever forgive this. Jesus. Never…” She shook, then said in a hoarse whisper with her voice cracking, “Yes, I give you permission. I want to forget this, but you have to promise you’ll keep taking the drug. You must.”

  I turned her around, threw the pill into my mouth and swallowed. “There. I meant to anyway.” Then I drew her to me again and wrapped my arms about her with a sigh. “I will, and it will be done. I’ll make you forget this, soon.”

  It would be a while before the drug affected me.

  “I saw a meme the other day on the ’net. It said: If Beauty and the Beast teaches us one thing, it’s that looks don’t matter if you keep her locked up long enough.”

  She grumbled something, and I bent my neck to hear. “Was that meant to cheer me up? Because you get a Z minus.”

  “Damn. It was. Let’s walk.”

  The sea was close by, off to the right, so I took us in that direction, strolling as if nothing much had happened.

  But inside, I was thrilled.

  I had it. She’d given me permission. And it counted. I was sure it did.

  The excitement her gift of trust had blessed me with me had lifted me so high I was almost floating. I could do what I wanted to, within certain boundaries. Red had said yes.

  I must think this through. It would have to be perfect before I tried messing about with her head this much, because I was not going to stop at today. I would erase all those other things I had done and give her a happy past, with me.

  After a long, peaceful walk on a seaside path where sand crun
ched underfoot, I turned us away, and with Red’s unwounded hand clasped in mine, we headed toward the main streets. There I would find someone to drive us away.

  Before we went where I wanted to go, I had to figure out how to collect Banjo. I wasn’t sure where our final destination would be, yet.

  CHAPTER 22

  ISAK

  “Hark what light through yonder window breaks.” I struck what I judged to be a dramatic Shakespearian pose, and Red laughed at me and threw the dish cloth at my face.

  She carried on locking up the front doors to the Red Posy, our boutique winery in the best part of Tasmania. The light through the stained-glass upper door panels was indeed beautiful and coated the timber floor in specks of gold, scarlet, and blue.

  I walked forward and hugged her and received one from Red. When she leaned over, I delivered a pinch to her butt. “This little black dress… is way too little.”

  “Shoo. If you want us to get going before it rains…”

  The last patron had left. There remained only us, Bethany the cook, and Annabelle who doubled as cashier, function manager, and person of all trades.

  “I’m off!” came from the back in the kitchen. That was Bethany. “Annabelle carpooled with me, so she is leaving, too.”

  “See you both, Tuesday!” Red sang as she shot the floor bolts to do the final locking.

  We pulled out of the graveled car park with the BMW smoothly purring like the beast it was, and the gravel cracking under the tires. The cows grazing on the paddocks to either side of the road brought back fond memories – though Tasmania was generally greener than a child’s green crayon. Kermit the Frog would blend in instantly.

  “We will get showered and change and head for the kink party at Jeremy’s house. You have, ohhh…” I mock-checked my watch. “Thirty minutes tops or I put you in the suitcase and roll you up that awful driveway of his.”

  “No! You promised not to use that. You know it’s a hard limit.”

  I only grinned. “Thirty.”

  I wouldn’t, though my dick told me to do it anyway. She would have been both terrified and turned on, I would have made sure of it.

  And then – with Jeremy’s kink parties being as loose and carefree as they were – I’d have fucked her while she was inside the suitcase and pretended I’d invited a stranger to do it. I would have kept her guessing: did he or did he not tell the truth?

  I sighed and sent her a glancing smile. “You know I will honor that.”

  “Good.” Her swallow was one of relief.

  Maybe I should retire the suitcase?

  As we merged onto the small highway, I added, “I will however take it out on your ass later.”

  “Hmmm.”

  One aroused woman. Perfect. Though it lacked that zing of true fear I remembered and often pined after.

  I have a hobby now, I reminded my hard cock. But… however… Things could be done. Nasty, depraved, violating things that Red loved, and did not love. The CNC or consensual nonconsent was the closest I could get to my old sadism.

  “Suck me off until we get home. Consider this the start of our scene.”

  She stared at me for all of one second, and I knew that had made her wet.

  “Yes, sir.” Red lengthened her seatbelt then leaned over and unzipped me.

  I sighed as her mouth descended, and I held her down a while, choking, before I let her begin in earnest. Fuck yeah.

  We arrived at Jeremy’s a little late, but that was more my fault for doing things to Red at home. It took the edge off, I told myself. Plus, the dog had wagged its way into proceedings and demanded pats and food. Hilarious, but Banjo had a way of making himself the center of attention.

  However, now I really had Red where I wanted her…

  On display in front of the whole party, naked and suspended upside down with her legs strapped apart to the bar on those chains. Jeremy could be relied on to install good strong anchor points. It was safe.

  I had her arms bound at her back in strappado, in our lovely new leather arm-binder.

  Methodically, I attached the big wrist buckle to the wall by rope. Then I went around to the front and squatted before her, took her head in my hand, and unbuckled the gag. The string of drool was exactly right – she hated being made to do that and yet enjoyed being made to do it.

  Yin-yang. Mindfucks R Us.

  A mesmer was a master at this.

  I wiped her red mouth, with my hand at her neck steadying her.

  Red worked her jaw, which was aching, and I could feel that. Hadn’t lost that power, thank god. When she climaxed, and I came too it was enough to white out the world for a few damn decades.

  Whipping her was even more interesting for my balls, because to a lesser degree I felt the strikes. I’d grown a fetish for a bit of pain, myself.

  “Everyone is watching us.” Not quite true, but close. This ground floor set up of Jeremy’s was inside an old barn that he’d refurbished. High ceilings. Great acoustics. Big enough for thirty subs, Doms, and whatever else one might have a kink for. We’d set up a mock medieval village last year with stocks and whipping posts. No neighbors for miles. No one to hear the screams as the subs were flogged and fucked.

  Red nodded. “Yes, Isak.” Her cute tongue came out and she almost… almost poked it at me.

  “Good girl.” I straightened and unzipped, worked my cock a little in my fist while Red watched avidly. “You know anything goes in here? Say red, Red, if you need to.” I chuckled.

  That never failed to amuse me.

  She nodded. “I’d raspberry you, but I’m afraid for my ass… sir.” The bar swung with the shift of her weight.

  “And so you should be.” I walked around her once, fingers brushing her skin and making her shiver. I whacked her butt with a crop and made her squeal, left a lovely mark. I kissed that butt and listened to her shuddering breaths.

  My upside-down girl.

  Ass, tits… all of her was a glorious work of art. For the small mindfuck, I grabbed both nipples and pulled them outward like taffy until her body swayed forward. Her arms were fastened in place behind her, and her eyes widened. Red squeaked in alarm, until I let them go and she fell back into place.

  The glare she shot me was worth it.

  I circled her again, admiring the black leatherwork and buckles adorning my sub while ignoring Dave, who was standing a fair distance back, next to the wall.

  There would be others who watched, but I usually had him observing. It made people happier if I stationed an observer. Not that I needed one.

  This probably reassured Red and I had to admit my desires to hurt still took me beyond the norm sometimes, even for in here.

  I tightened the rope suspending her, so she was at cock height, picked up my favorite Bad Dragon dildo – the thing had veins, knobbles and the middle was bigger than my own dick – then I waded in and tapped her chin.

  “Open.”

  I fucked her mouth while I slowly introduced that big muthafucker of a purple-and-red dildo to her pussy and, within minutes, had her crying out and begging to come. Her spread thighs strained as if to open or close, and I devoted some time to fingering or tonguing her clit, circling it in a tease.

  “Do not beg,” I ordered her.

  Red sobbed but said no words. She knew I would not budge, and if she begged I would make her remain in near-orgasmic limbo for longer.

  Not coming could be her state of frustration for ages, when I chose to make it so.

  I stepped away from her, left the dildo sticking out partway – it narrowed at the tip and was safe there. She’d have to buck like a bronco for it to fall out, and that was impossible with the bondage.

  I backed away despite her whining. Put my finger to my lips. “Shhh.”

  She shushed and sent me a pitiful look that made me grin.

  “Keep an eye on her, Dave. Just stepping out for a while.”

  It was all pre-arranged with him, though Red didn’t know.

  I left by
the front door, not zipped up. This place was well isolated. A cold breeze almost made me regret that decision.

  “You are a diabolical man. I saw what you did to Red.” Debbie was out here too, smoking a cigarette. A Domme with a fine man under her heels, she had become our friend, as were many of those who attended.

  “I am that. She loves it.”

  “I noticed.” She chuckled and tossed the cigarette, screwed her boot into it on the cement. “Did you hear they caught that guy who murdered that girl and drowned her? Found him floating, all cut up. His dick was gone even. Sorry. Bit of a damper on the uhhh ambience, I guess.”

  I shrugged, but inside I was glowing.

  She glanced down at my erection. “That doesn’t seem bothered.”

  “Nope. Hearing an asshole got his due penance makes my dick happier. I’m going back in.” I grinned. “Wouldn’t do to let her go off simmer.”

  “With that huge donkey dong in her? No way. Also, I’m coming in to watch.”

  What I’d said was so very true.

  I’d realized that lying put a bad taste in my mouth. I guess taking the drug was altering me.

  Maybe it was time to do some more altering?

  I was still pondering that when I was forcing that dildo deeper into my wriggling girl. With her writhing belly muscles and tits before me, and with her trapped and at my mercy, with the heat of her wet mouth slurping around my cock, not coming in her mouth in seconds took a fuckload of effort.

  * * * * *

  At home that night, I had her dress in a pretty red see-through negligee, and we lay together in front of the fireplace. I kissed her nape and simply enjoyed this wonderful sensation of cuddling the woman I thought I had grown to love. Love was something I had read about, felt in my long-distant past, and even probably was in the middle of.

  It was nevertheless like a blind man seeing a movie people had only related to him. He could get the audio, but the rest – imagination required.

  Maybe I would grow into it.

  So, I said the words.

  “I love you, Red.”

  “Mmmm. Me too, Isak. I love you.” She snuggled deeper, worming that butt closer.