by SE Chardou
Killing Time
The Ties That Bond Trilogy
SE Chardou
Killing Time
A Ties That Bond Novel #1
The Ties That Bond Trilogy
Copyright © 2014 SE Chardou / Selene Chardou
All Rights Reserved.
Cover Artist: Tabby Coots
ISBN: 978-1-3012-0404-5
Publisher: Midnight Engel Press, LLC
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Blurb
WARNING: This is a Dark romance novel, which contains adult situations, alcohol and drug use, explicit language and dubious consent. It also contains scenes between m/f, m/f/m, f/f and m/m. It is not recommended for those under the age of 17 or those who have certain sensitive trigger issues.
A Murder Mystery…
Aurélie Segler-DeMarche is a journalist and the fiancée of a blue-blood attached to an empire. When her sister is mysteriously murdered, she knows there is more than what the police disclose to her.
Wrapped in a Love Affair…
Trésor’s lover, Rory Krieger, is dangerous for all the right reasons: he’s wealthy, successful, gorgeous and owns some of the most exclusive BDSM clubs in the country. Aurélie realizes in order to solve a mystery, she will to have to infiltrate a community where reality is an altered state of mind.
Of BDSM
Aurélie quickly finds out not only is she no match for the multifaceted and intelligent Rory, his life with Trésor was a lot more complicated than imagined. An indecent proposal leads to more than a night of passion, and raises many questions. What happens when you have to lose yourself to find yourself and the truth?
Although The Ties That Bond is a trilogy, all books end cliffhanger free and will be released within three weeks of the previous books. This is a RE-RELEASE of The Ties That Bind Trilogy and has been re-written, extended and re-edited.
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Table of Contents
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Playlist
Prologue
Part One: Shock & Awe
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six – Rory
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Part Two: Discovery
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen – Rory
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One - Rory
Chapter Twenty-Two
About the Author
Contacts & Resources
Books Available & Coming Soon
Dedication
This novel is dedicated to my street team, Elle’s Sultry Saints, and the gorgeous women who help me every day with my career. I adore you all!
Thanks again to all my author friends and family.
Tabby Coots, my tireless PA and the amazing cover artist who re-did this cover. You’re wonderful and I am so happy SE Hall introduced us. Now I can’t imagine my life without you.
For everyone else who has a dream of being a writer or has ever put pen to paper, just know you’re doing it right when you can wrench emotion from people and make them feel, laugh, cry, want to throw their tablet or the physical book. Books are instruments of power and I respect them immensely.
And to all my readers and fans, this one is for you. Happy reading! <3
Playlist
“Was It A Dream?” – Thirty Seconds to Mars
“I Want To Kill You Like They Do In The Movies” – Marilyn Manson
“Rx Queen” – Deftones
“Million Dollar Man” – Lana Del Rey
“Up In The Air” – Thirty Seconds To Mars
“Risk” – Deftones
“Hurricane” – Thirty Seconds To Mars
“Trophy” - +++ (Crosses)
“Beware” – Deftones
“In The Waiting Line” – Zero 7
“Old Money” – Lana Del Rey
“Love Is A Losing Game” – Amy Winehouse
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Prologue
FIVE DAYS.
FIVE LONG ENDLESS fucking days.
That’s how long she’d been trapped in the cage, down in the dungeon. Her eyes were covered with a leather blindfold and there was no way to see through the thick yet soft material. This wasn’t the first time she’d gone through one of these sensory deprivation exercises but they always freaked her the fuck out.
She sat in the dungeon and although it was contained enough and the door at the top of the stairs was locked, she’d been placed in a cage. Her hands were free but she was deprived of even the smallest amount of pleasure as she wore an uncomfortable chastity belt with two metal dildos attached inside. One was planted firmly up her asshole while the other one surged in her wet, aching cunt.
Her clit could not be touched in any way as it was covered by a metal plate. Her master told her these punishments were to teach her how to behave in their relationship. She believed him but sometimes, she pissed him off purposely just to be sent down to the dungeon and locked in the tight, confined space of the cage too.
Many in the vanilla world would never truly understand real BDSM thanks to crappy, “mommy porn” books, which explored a fairy tale version of a world which simply did not exist for those who were truly part of the community. They weren’t all sick, twisted sadists and masochists with parent and background issues.
She considered herself perfectly normal as she had a very fulfilling job where she spent most of her time half naked anyway therefore modesty was not an issue. Once she left that job and came home, she was in a complete and utterly fulfilling relationship, which consisted of Total Power Exchange—or TPE, as it was referred to those in the community.
At home, she was merely a slave an
d the receptacle of her master’s pleasure. Nothing he craved or desired was taboo and she would grant him any wish he wanted. Although, technically, a slave, she wasn’t really treated like one and that pleased her very deeply. He liked the sound of slave and master though in fact they had more of a dominant-submissive relationship.
She did not have to eat on the floor beside her master since he preferred them to take their meals together. She also did not do any housework and although they spent way too much time at one of the many locations of Club X-Tasy, her master didn’t believe in participating in orgies, at least not any where she would be forced to share her body with others. He did go to them—after all it was his prerogative to do so—and sometimes she accompanied him as an observer. It was an activity he put together at least twice per month to keep his customers happy but she was never on the menu.
She almost laughed at the absurdity of it all when she thought about the dungeon and how she’d gotten herself sent there in the first place. She’d just arrived home from a photo shoot on location and she was bone tired. Her master greeted her at the front door after his manservant, Albert, answered the door. His staff was completely aware of what went on between them but they acted as if it was perfectly normal and in a way, it was—they were two consenting adults after all.
He wanted her to undress as soon as Albert shut the door and kneel before him naked. She’d wanted to comply but something inside her rebelled and she quickly figured it out. She didn’t want to submit on her own that night; she’d wanted him to beat her into submission and that is exactly what happened. He’d grabbed her by the arm and frog-marched her through the grand foyer with all of its pale marble floorings and straight to the dungeon.
The place where he beat her was completely soundproof and looked very much like an ancient dungeon except it was manmade and the place wasn’t the least bit dark or damp. The lights were painfully bright and the whole place had mirrors instead of walls. There was an inbuilt closet, which opened with the touch of one of the mirrors and inside was a sadist’s wet dream.
There were different lubes of all flavors, colors and varieties. Some to enhance pleasure while others brought pain; condoms though they no longer used them very often unless he decided to take her in her anus and she had not undergone a proper fast or colon cleansing. Those could get messy and everything was there to prevent the space from ever becoming unhygienic.
There were dildos and butt plugs, all made of high-end metals and glass, which were easy to clean and easier to use. The dungeon had its own mini-kitchen with a fridge and dishwasher for cleaning the toys they used without degrading the material. Where her master had bought the cleansing solution that was one hundred percent safe and would not cause any skin infections or irritate her most intimate parts was beyond her.
He grabbed all the necessary equipment he would need: fur-lined ankle cuffs, super cuffs for her wrists, the blindfold and a glass ball gag, that although seemed dangerous, was the best money could buy. He didn’t expect her to run and knew she wouldn’t.
“Undress,” he commanded in a voice a mixture dark chocolate and velvety sweetness.
She slipped her tight ivory cashmere sweater off and undid her expensive jeans before rolling them down her legs to her ankles. She slipped off the five-inch high-heel Christian Louboutin booties she’d been wearing and then slid her jeans off the rest of the way.
“That’s enough. I’ll take over from there.”
Something about his voice wasn’t right but she couldn’t place what was different really. She would never understand him, not really because he truly did have the personality of a borderline sociopath.
Sometimes, he was the sweetest lover in the world and although he was a firm master, he never failed to please her. Other times, a completely sadistic part of his personality would take over and he seemed to do things to hurt her just because he could.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
She acquiesced and did as she was told. The fumbling of his own clothes being removed told her she would be punished indeed and although she was quite tired, the juices between her sex began to flow and she felt herself turned on to the point where her body no longer was an object under her control.
He walked up behind her and pressed his engorged manhood against the small of her back. She was quite tall, almost five-foot-nine to his six-foot-three so the intimidation factor was there now that she’d removed her shoes, which had put them almost on equal footing.
He cuffed her arms behind her back and next did her ankles. Then he slipped the blindfold over her eyes and the ball gag in her mouth.
The taste of it felt cold against her tongue and she realized only too late he had applied some sort of anesthetic that made her throat go numb. He walked her over to a padded leather mat, similar to those used at gyms but a lot more comfortable, and she knelt at his command. He pushed her against the punishment bench since she could not brace herself due to her arms being cuffed behind her back.
“I don’t want you to say anything—well, actually you can’t so let me clarify myself. I don’t want a word out of you. No grunts, cries or tears of pain. I want to you to take your punishment without a word. For every time you do not comply, I will add another ten lashes, do you understand?”
She nodded her head and steeled herself to be quiet. They had only been together for two years but sometimes it felt like a lifetime. In that time he had trained her well and she decided she was quite the pain whore. She loved the feel of the whip on her ass and she loved the scarlet impressions it made.
They had a safe word, one she never used because it was pointless. He allowed her the freedom she needed to have a personality not dependent on him and to pursue a career she loved but at home, she was his. Even when they weren’t around one another, she never forgot she belonged completely and whole-heartedly to him. When he decided to call her sometimes while she was gone and he asked her to talk dirty to him, she knew she wasn’t allowed to touch herself unless he told her she could.
The thwack of the paddle jolted her from happier memories and she realized with dread he was using a studded paddle. It was meant to hurt, meant to harm, meant to cause pain and meant to draw blood.
The tears began to rain down her face and her throat felt numb as she tried to swallow the excess phlegm but nothing relieved her. She allowed her mind to wander to a time before she did not have this discipline in her life and realized how completely helpless and hopeless she’d been.
Thwack!
Her life, once which had been so controlled and carefully planned out turned into a host of auditions and rejections, partying too hard and not getting enough rest or taking care of herself.
Thwack!
Coffee and cigarettes were her food groups of choice and when ever she binged, her favorites were heroin and cocaine instead of food.
Thwack!
Food and alcohol were the enemies. Too many calories and she could never gain weight, not if she ever wanted to make it in her chosen profession where the commodity she sold was her body.
Thwack!
Then she’d met him and he’d introduced her to his powerful friends, some who had connections in her chosen field of business. In the early days, he wasn’t as careful with her as he was now and she’d been to an orgy where her only position was to service the men and women in attendance.
Thwack!
He’d seen something intelligent in her eyes and knew she wasn’t what she appeared to be to the world. All she needed was discipline and the right master.
Thwack!
The blood began to ooze from the marks and slowly made its way down her ass cheeks and legs. She knew they would hurt like a bitch but eventually they would heal.
Thwack!
Perhaps she should have just done what he’d wanted her to do. The pain was fun but not being allowed to sit down comfortably after a week was not.
Thwack!
“Oh, God, please let this be over soon,” she thoug
ht though she didn’t believe in God or the Devil; Heaven or Hell. Her life was her own and she would live it however she damn well pleased.
Thwack!
She bit down on the slippery glass ball prevent herself from crying out as it had to end sooner rather than later. Afterwards, she congratulated herself for the steel resolve she’d shown successfully completing the task. He set the paddle down though he’d barely broken into a sweat; his breath was steady and soft as she heard the rustle of a condom wrapper opening.
He leaned behind her and opened the soft orbs of her ass before he rimmed the puckered hole with deliberate and angry strokes from his tongue. He tried to probe her insides with his tongue before he withdrew his mouth, and his fingers, covered in lube, eased in and out of her asshole.
It was the tingly and burning kind of lube which would make it impossible for her to enjoy anal sex with him but that was the precise reason he’d used it in the first place.
He placed the head of his cock at her opening and pushed through. She was well practiced in anal intercourse and relaxed her muscles to allow him full access.
