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274 pages, ebook
First published August 27, 2013
...shunting up and down, dipping a half-inch into me, while he kept talking in that deep and deliberate way that was as nasty as swallowing pure scotch. So good. So bad.
He waited. Patient as a fucking demon with a soul to harvest.
I'd thought I was a pillar of society. But now, I knew I was a thousand miles from that. And I wasn't sure I cared anymore. My empathy waxed and waned with the tides of my sadistic desires.
I'd turned to the dark side. Apparently, they didn't have cookies like someone had once told me, but they did have hot women.
The tiny drops welled up like water from a slow spring. Fresh and red on her paleness. Truthfully I'd exaggerated. This was a bit of a mindfuck. I'd scratched her repeatedly rather than truly cut her.
Negative reinforcement. Positive reinforcement. I was a self-aware Pavlov's dog.
Oh, holy crap!! If you thought that the first book in this series, Take Me, Break Me was a little dark – trust me, you ain’t seen nothing yet. This book definitely takes the whole series in a far more sinister direction. The first book was really the evolution of a S&M relationship, both of the main protagonists are newbies at kink and learning as they go along and definitely trying to rein in the darkness that lurks within and trying not to go too far.
In Bind Me, Keep Me, Jodie and Klaus are not just dipping their toes in the dark side. Oh No – they’re so far over the edge that they’ve set up camp and are having the Prince of Darkness over for supper!! Talk about unleashing the beast within – I knew Klaus had a darkly sadistic nature but nothing could have prepared me for his actions in this book and just how much he enjoyed it. The Jodie and Klaus we first saw at the beginning of the first book are now just a distant memory and are altered exponentially, completely enveloped by the darker side of their sexual proclivities.
Brief summary – Jodie is late coming home one night and Klaus worries and goes to find her and stumbles upon a party gone very, very wrong. He’s angry and lashes out to rescue Jodie only to commit a crime that could send him to jail for years and, uh oh, there’s a witness. Stephanie is bound in the corner has seen what he has done and what does a pillar of the community accountant do when faced with this conundrum? Why, he abducts the poor girl of course and locks her in his basement and uses her as his and Jodie’s sex slave. Nothing unusual there, right???
What follows is a delicious smorgasbord of kink, of sex and enforced submission as both Klaus and Jodie enjoy topping Stephanie and it is completely titillating and arousing. I think, at a push, I probably enjoyed the sex scenes more in the first book but that’s not to say that adding this reluctant third to their relationship doesn’t add a delicious and unexpected dynamic to their relationship. It’s quite a journey for our Stephanie who, more than anything, wants to escape. At least, at first…..
Klaus is quite a revelation in this book. From the humble beginnings of uncertain sadist dom, he’s now got an awesome steely control – he knows exactly how far he can take things and certainly intends to push Stephanie’s boundaries as far as he possibly can. He’s grown into his role as sadist master and made it his own. I very much enjoyed hearing from all three points of view, most especially from Klaus as he justified his actions to himself. Very Orwellian in a way!
From BDSM I’d learnt control, hadn’t I? This wasn’t just my baser desires taking me over, it was me doing what would give us the best outcome. I paused and shut my eyes. Getting to make a woman crawl before me, kiss my cock, and suck it into her mouth on command…sticking it into her little asshole and fucking her there and then…that was all just collateral damage slash side benefit. Wasn’t it?
Sure, Klaus – you keep telling yourself that! Of course, you’re just doing this for the greater good. This really is a delicious walk on the darker side – I honestly had no idea this series would take this path when I first started it and truly, Cari Silverwood had me guessing all the way through. I had no idea how this story would end. There is so much at stake, so much can go wrong – I galloped through the story, dying to know the ending.
It’s quite an unusual plot device to turn your hero and heroine into the villains and yet still find yourself believing in them and rooting for them. In the midst of it all, Klaus and Jodie are deeply in love and I adored seeing just how much Klaus loved her, even if he can’t say the words. It’s a bit of a mindfuck to be fair but I do so enjoy when an author can take me beyond the realms of the norm when it comes to erotic romance, most especially the darker side of the genre. And the epilogue – I think my jaw hit the ground. Everyone in this series is most definitely not who they appear to be on first impressions and I expect an unholy battle royale in the third book between two incredibly strong characters, both fighting for control. Bring. It. On.
4 deliciously sadistic stars
Sometimes fear can be solid – it can be something that clogs your lungs and invades your blood vessels until you wonder if the next pump of our heart will see you dead.
Klaus was my rock, my soul mate, my lover, my man who delivered me delicious pain over his lap, or with his hand firmly clenched in my hair or his foot on my neck. I wouldn’t have done it for any other man. But I loved him.
Jodie, this has ripped a huge hole in our lives. We cannot be the same after this. I can’t tell if this is me rising to the occasion, or descending into Hell. If I could take back what was done to you, I’d sacrifice myself to whatever fucking god I could find, but I can’t.
The flat liquid glinted in the fluorescent light. Outside in the night, past the wide open glass doors, the wind sighed and sent tree boughs rubbing one another and rustling. The pages on a magazine flipped. Leaves skittered along the wide verandah.
I was so fucked in the head. I loved this. And I wondered who I was. I’d thought I was a pillar of society. But now, I knew I was a thousand miles from that. And I wasn’t sure I cared anymore.
Sexual possession, power, sadism – all rolled into one.
Right or wrong, there comes a time when you have to stop a second-guessing and wondering if what you do is moral.
“You’re pretty, beautiful even. Desirable. Fuckable. I scare you because I like pain more than you can comprehend. I’m not going to kill you. I’m not going to carve off your flesh and eat it. But, little toy, I am going to hurt you more than you think you can take.”