Broken Bonds Boxed Set 1-3

by Trisha Wolfe

  The music begins to build again, and though I can’t see it, I can feel the climax to the performance nearing. Colton’s gaze captures something beyond me, and a slight hesitancy worms into my stomach. A sickness, a dread. It’s the same fear I encountered when my captor prepared me for the cross.

  More so than the instrument he used to break me…the cane that attacked my body…the St. Andrew’s cross instilled me with a shameful loathing that scorched my humanity. Stretched out and open, bared and unable to shield my flesh, it was the spark that awakened the demon within.

  Colton was hesitant, worried that tapping into this fear before others would be a setback rather than a liberation. And I do understand his reasoning. As a behaviorist, I would never dare instruct another to attempt something so threatening to their psyche. Mine has already been shattered once, my mind splintered. Forcing me to adopt an antisocial persona in order to protect the other, vulnerable half.

  My own personal defense mechanism.

  But the truth is, Colton’s love freed that necessary evil when he caned me. Something so monumental between us couldn’t possibly be outshone. In private, strapping me to the cross would be erotic, sensual, beautiful—because my trust and love for him has already been established. There are no more barriers to deconstruct. The shame the cross still harbors for me must be conquered by what it ultimately stands for: humiliation.

  My captor put me on display when he chained me to his cross. So I knew, within the deepest, darkest corner of my mind, Colton’s sessions and my fears were to be tied together. It’s the reason we found each other. Why we balance each other so completely.

  It was the inevitable next step in our relationship.

  I force my chin higher, keeping my eyes open and making myself aware of the crowd, holding my subspace at bay as the cross comes into my line of sight. A trickle of humiliation creeps over me—but just as quickly, Colton is there, his rough palm against my back. Offering me his strength.

  Then I see it. Those standing around to form a circle, in their eyes, their expressions. Understanding. This is more than an erotic fantasy for them. They do not view me as deviant, or misunderstood. They empathize with the knowledge that we may understand ourselves better than most. This is our dark world where we bare our souls, seeking enlightenment.

  The cross is spun around by two members as part of the presentation, and it’s beautiful. Crafted by Colton himself, love and devotion went into its making. The wood is of the deepest red oak, the silver rope hooks gleam, and a wide base supports the elegant structure.

  Colton stands beside the cross, his vibrant blue eyes hard on me, waiting for my consent. And I don’t hesitate. I speak loud and clear for the whole room. “I’m captive to you.”

  His eyes close for a brief moment, allowing me to witness the quake roll through his body. Then with devastatingly gorgeous movements, his jeans riding low on his hips, chest bare and glistening in the light, he reaches for the rope and hauls me alongside the cross.

  With the production in mind, he spins me full circle, showcasing the graceful Shibari design wrapping my body. He then guides me before the cross and begins to rig it. Each rope that cradles me is released, one by one, as he threads them through the hooks. It’s a slow and sensual process as I seamlessly transition through each position. First my legs, posed with one knee bent, the other extended, as he loosens the harness and rights me with my back to the crossed boards.

  My breaths come faster as the constriction surrounding my torso loosens, and I feel the cool brush of the wood against my skin. The sudden rush of air ignites a weightlessness, thrilling and euphoric. And when Colton unthreads my legs and drops down before me to tie my ankles to the cross, I feel the pull—my body commanding my mind to slip.

  I don’t hold off any longer. I allow the calming awareness of my subspace to take over as Colton guides me there. The classical harmony envelops me, twining and merging with the ropes lacing my wrists, my stomach and chest. With my arms extended outward, my legs spread, I should feel exposed, helpless. But it’s the most empowering feeling I’ve ever experienced.

  Then Colton’s lips are on mine, drinking in my release of fear and pain, and filling me in return, emboldening me. This wasn’t a planned part of the scene—it’s a burning hunger, a thirst that must be quenched. It’s the part of us that demands to be answered with each other.

  I will never belong to my captor again. I will never succumb to the command of my demons. I will never fear who I am. Bound and breathless, in Colton’s ropes, his sweet taste of redemption on my lips, I am whole.

  And just as surely as we are bound, we are free.

  * * *

  My arms ache. The thin rope linking my wrists tightens, biting into my skin, as the weight of my dangling body submits to gravity. My flushed skin tingles where the flogger strikes. Each time the leather tails make contact, Colton groans, making my thighs slick with wetness.

  I couldn’t possibly heighten this moment between us any more, our desire already cresting beyond the breaking point, but I’d be remiss not to try. “You wanted to fuck me,” I breathe out. “Right there, in front of all of them. Show them who makes me come, over and over. Who owns this body.”

  His deep growl rumbles through the private chamber, and the flogger stings my ass. Then his knee is there, pressing against my stomach, tilting my backside up toward him as he towers over me. He brings the flogger down, sending the tails against my core. I buck, needing to reposition myself, as I grind against his thigh, seeking stimulation for my clit.

  “I’m beyond suffering, goddess,” Colton says, the restrain heavy in his deep voice. “End it. Give me permission to prove how badly I wanted that right now. Let me fuck you hard and raw…”

  “Not yet,” I command. “I want you shaking with need first.”

  Removing his knee, he releases me and drops down before my suspended body. The sight of his erection—so hard and seeking—scorches my insides with a fiery ache, the throb between my legs making me quiver. But I know I have to prolong it…bring my Dom to the edge—for his pleasure and mine.

  Untethering my ankles, he brings one of my legs up over his shoulder. With unguarded desire, he sinks his teeth into the flesh of my thigh, eliciting a cry from my mouth.

  “Yes, goddess. I’m yours to break.” His mouth hungrily roams up my thigh, his tongue massaging each piercing nip his teeth deliver.

  A whimper escapes, and I’m suddenly undulating my hips closer, demanding his mouth to take me. He always anticipates what I crave, and he’s there, his hot tongue forceful as he tastes me, spreading my lips and sucking me into his mouth. A yearning pulls at my back. I arch against the restraint, unable to control my labored breathing.

  It’s divine agony. The throb blooms into a needy ache that demands pressure. And he knows this, too. His tongue flicks my clit, bringing me so close…but not giving me nearly enough.

  My heels dig into his strong back as I squirm, desperate for penetration. He only clasps my hips, forcing me to still as he takes his time, drawing out the pleasure. His fingers grip me hard, and I feel him tense beneath me, needing release.

  I’m beyond there—my head thrown back as I gasp for a cool breath to sate the burn devouring my lungs. I look down. “Stroke your cock,” I order.

  His teeth nip my clit as he shudders, but he obeys. Pushing away, Colton heaves a strenuous breath as he takes himself in his hand. My breasts pang, my nipples pebbled and ready to have equal attention, as I watch him stroke his shaft. All the way to the base, then slowly toward the head. The tip glistens, giving away how close he is to breaking.

  “Stop,” I say, and his hand halts. “Push inside me…hard and fast…and stay there. Until I demand to be fucked.”

  He pushes to his knees and grabs my waist, then sweeps me forward. Anchoring his forearms beneath my legs, he slams into my hot ache in one, quick motion, causing me to cry out.

  As he pulses inside me, rock-hard, my walls clamp down around him. T
he yearning in my back travels through my whole body, and I flinch, unable to suppress my desire. At this slight movement, I feel myself soak his hard length.

  Colton grits his teeth as his eyes bore into me. And the need to be fulfilled overrides all logic.

  “Fuck me, Colton. Don’t hold back.”

  With a groan, he wraps an arm around my back and hauls me closer, his chest giving my nipples the friction they crave, as he drives into me with more force. He buries his mouth in my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin as he finds purchase to ram his cock into me over and over…each time deeper and more claiming than the last.

  “Goddess…” His desperate plea, my name on his lips, sends me spiraling toward my climax.

  “I’m yours. Fucking take me,” I plead. No longer able to command, I adopt my submissive place beneath him. I need him just as desperately to control me—to dominate my orgasm.

  He releases a guttural roar as he quickens his pace, his hard want taking and claiming, slamming into me with unguarded vigor. “Fuck… You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers against my skin. “Come, goddess. I need to feel you come.”

  I tremble against the restraint, my arms stretched and pulling at the ropes as his momentum intensifies, driving me over the edge. I break all at once. Completely and utterly, with his arms anchoring me close, his chest my solid wall of support.

  “That’s fucking right.” He smacks my ass hard, ratcheting up my orgasm as it rolls through me. Then with a fast jerk, he pulls out and flips me around, positioning my back up against his chest.

  He uses his knees to spread my legs wide as he places his cock at the entrance of my channel. Bracing his hand over my mouth, he says, “Bite down.” Then, gently but powerfully, he pushes into me fully. The immediate sensation of pain mixing with pleasure draws out a long moan. As his thickness opens me to take him, the friction of his hard length presses against my walls…and I react. My teeth bear down on his hand.

  A severe curse, then he expels a sharp hiss as I flex, tightening around him. He thrusts deeper. “Goddess…hell. I’m already fucking there with you.”

  I kick my ass out, giving him better access, loving the sound of his deep and needy groans. He grabs my breasts, his fingers splaying over them and pinching my nipples, causing my belly and every muscle in my body to tense.

  “Oh, goddess…fuck.” He pumps hard into me once more and shatters. As his hips continue to rock, he fills me, and the feel of him spilling down my thighs makes me quiver and sag against the rope.

  He reaches up and tugs the lead rope, releasing the restraint. I fall against him as his strong arms cradle me close, his hot breath searing and tender along my neck. His grip tightens as the last of his orgasm spirals out, and I cling to his arms, lost within his embrace.

  “I’m yours,” he whispers into my hair, the scruff of his chin sending a shiver over my skin as he presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Forever bound to you, goddess.”

  Rapture never felt this perfect. This sublime. But that’s what it is; the only word that feels right in this moment. “Forever,” I whisper.

  Also by Trisha Wolfe

  (Main links direct to Amazon)

  Living Heartwood Novels

  The Darkest Part: Living Heartwood (Book 1) -iTunes

  Losing Track: Living Heartwood (Book 2) -iTunes

  Fading Out: Living Heartwood (Book 3) -iTunes

  Bad Road: Living Heartwood (Book 4 coming soon)

  Dark Romantic Thriller Series: Broken Bonds

  With Visions of Red: Broken Bonds, Book One -iTunes

  With Visions of Red: Broken Bonds, Book Two -iTunes

  With Visions of Red: Broken Bonds, Book Three -iTunes

  Fantasy Novels:

  FREE Of Silver and Beasts: Goddess Wars (Book 1) -iTunes

  Of Darkness and Crowns: Goddess Wars (Book 2) -iTunes

  Kythan Guardians

  Destiny’s Fire: (Young Adult) A Kythan Guardians Novel -iTunes

  Astarte’s Wrath: A Kythan Guardians Novel

  Fireblood Series

  Fireblood: Fireblood (Book 1) -iTunes

  Unveiled: Fireblood Novella

  Acknowledgments

  Thank you to:

  My amazingly talented critique partner and friend, P.T. Michelle, for reading so quickly, giving me the much needed pep talks and advice, wonderful notes, and for your friendship.

  My super human beta readers, who read on the fly and offer so much encouragement, I could not write books without your brilliance. Honestly, you are my girls! Katrina Tinnon, Naomi Hopkins, Amy Bosica, and Michell Casper. I really can’t express how much you mean to me—just know that I couldn’t do this without you. Thank you.

  A special shout out to the girls who keep me sane in the Wolfe Club, where it’s perfectly acceptable to be anything but ;) You girls are the best. You make me laugh, keep me motivated, and offer so much support, you have no idea. I adore every single one of you. And a special thank you to my girls in the group for helping me get this last book in shape! Thank you!

  My awesome assistant, Naomi Hopkins. I could not get through one book without your insightful input, girl. You go above and beyond an assistant’s duties to help me sort through my chaotic life. Thank you for being a friend.

  To my family. My son, Blue, who is my inspiration, thank you for being you. I love you. And my husband, Daniel, for your support and owning your title as “the husband” at every book event. I love you, too. To my parents, Debbie and Al, for the emotional support, chocolate, and unconditional love—I love you guys right back.

  Najla Qamber of Najla Qamber Designs, thank you for so much for not just creating this stunning, take-my-breath-away cover, but for also just rocking so hard! You were so much fun to worth with; you took the stress right out of the very stressful task of series cover creation, and I cannot wait to work with you again on future projects. This cover is everything I envisioned and more.

  A special acknowledgement to Damaris, thank you for being not only a wonderful friend, who’s there when I just need to call someone, but also a huge support of my career. You mean so much to me.

  There are many, oh, so many people who I have to thank, who have been right beside me during this journey, and who will continue to be there, but I know I can’t thank everyone here, the list would go on and on! So just know that I love you dearly. You know who you are, and I wouldn’t be here without your support. Thank you so much.

  To my readers, you have no idea how much I value and love each and every one of you. If it wasn’t for you, none of this could be possible. As cliché as that sounds, I mean it from the bottom of my heart; I adore you, and hope to always put out books that make you laugh, swoon, and cry.

  I owe everything to God, thank you for everything.

  About the Author

  From an early age, Trisha Wolfe dreamed up fantasy worlds and characters and was accused of talking to herself. Today, she lives in South Carolina with her family and writes full time, using her fantasy worlds as an excuse to continue talking to herself. Get updates on future releases and special bonus material at http://www.trishawolfe.com/

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