Katya Waters has finally made peace with her past, but the present and future are becoming a never-ending nightmare.
At the end of Restraint, Katya fled back to her hometown, seeking solace from Ezra’s constant micromanaging while hiding from her true feelings over what had happened to her at the hands of the men she had grown to trust.
Before Katya can come to terms with the catastrophic events she had endured in Dominion, she is whisked away from the comfort of her safe haven. Never getting a moment to reflect before being thrust back to Dominion, Katya’s defenses are down. Ezra’s controlling and manipulative ways know no bounds when it comes to Katya and their daughter. Vulnerable and susceptible to his influence, Ezra forces Katya and Ava into The Edge Building’s fortress of a gilded cage, where Katya fears she will never get out again.
Hanging on to her sense of self and moral code is difficult for Katya, as Ezra influences every aspect of her life, leaving her feeling powerless and lost as she falls deeper under his spell. Unsure where she fits into the lives of the men who impact her so deeply, Katya seeks direction from an unlikely source to regain her power.
Katya’s intuition screams that she isn’t safe, which is why she allows Ezra to keep her caged safely within the world of his creation.
…And then the notes are delivered – written with the words only the monster ever whispered.
Warning: Adults 18+. This is a work of erotic fiction. The author does not endorse nor condone any of the behavior enclosed within. The subject matter is not appropriate for minors. Please note this novel contains explicit sexual situations that include but are not limited to, force, BDSM activities, bisexual acts, multiple partners, and ménage. If any of the above mentioned acts offend, please do not read.
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Most women lust over men who are built like Aaron and Roarke – muscular men who could bend you in half with their pinkies. Being petite, big men intimidate me. I don’t care if they are tall. But when they are huge, I fear for my safety. Ezra was created in the image of a Greek statue: pure white, chiseled, with long, lean muscles, and HARD.
A highly aroused Michelangelo’s David slips into the water behind me, sighing deeply as if in bliss. Ezra curls his arms around me, holding my back against his chest. Without preamble, his sneaky fingers go right back to work again – thrusting in and out of me, rubbing over my g-spot with pinpoint precision.
“I’m sure that is defeating the purpose of the spermicide,” I murmur in a sluggish voice, not caring either way. “Aren’t you washing it away?” My breathing picks up as I start to enjoy his invasion.
“It kills the sperm instantly. This–” Ezra moves his fingers faster and harder, splashing water over the side of the bathtub to spill to the floor. “Is just because I can. Excuse me if my pride is a bit bent tonight. You witnessed the worst of Cort – a side of him I thought he’d keep private between us. Yet again, someone else gets to have you when I cannot.”
I start to protest, “Ez–” but he cuts me off.
“We both need this. The connection. The intimacy. The release. Relax. You were close to orgasming moments ago, so just enjoy it,” he breathes into my ear, tickling the small hairs floating about.
My reply dies on my lips as Ezra slides me up his chest until I’m sitting in his lap. His arms are wrapped around me, one hand slipping between my parted thighs. His legs are beneath mine, holding me open to his touch. I lean my head backward, resting against his shoulder. Ezra hums his contentment against my cheek, happy to experience this level of intimacy with me – a level I’ve never breached with anyone but him.
Ez shifts his hips, forcing a sharp gasp out of my throat. The sensation of his cock resting against my slit has my eyes rolling back in my head. All the while, Ezra’s hand keeps up its assault, with his erection resting against his hand and my pussy. He rubs my breasts with one hand while the other is relentless on my g-spot: over and over until my eyes go sightless and I’m mewing nonsense against his neck.
Ezra tweaks my nipple hard, and I writhe from the painful pinching sensation. It’s an agony just this side of pleasure. Abandoning my breast, his hand slides down my tummy, and then fists his cock, arm bending to reach its resting place between my thighs. He starts rubbing himself next to my pussy, against me, over me – teasing us both into oblivion.
Eyes squeezing shut, I try to keep the building moan at bay. Ezra’s fingers are thrusting inside of me, manipulating my g-spot, while the other hand is hitting my clit with every pass over his cockhead.
“You have to stop. I’ve gotta pee.”
My body is filling with uncomfortable pressure – bloating to the point of pain. While my mind is overcome with intense emotions I cannot release. Ezra is touching me intimately, connecting with me, and I’m loving every agonizing second of it. It hurts to know Ezra isn’t mine, but it doesn’t lessen the emotions rolling though my heart. I try my damnedest never to speak the words aloud.
“No, you don’t,” Ezra croons in my ear, fingers thrusting faster. “You’ve done this for me before. It won’t be as messy this time since we’re in the bath. Orgasm for me, Katya. I want to be the one who does it for you,” he pleads in my ear, sounding desperate. “You gave this to Cortez earlier, and it kills me that I didn’t get to witness the two of you come undone. Come for me,” he commands.
The pressure keeps building and building, yet never cresting. When I don’t think I can hold anymore, it fills me still. If I don’t release the pressure and the pleasure soon, my skin will burst. My moans and groans echo throughout the bathroom. It’s a keening sound of pleasure just this side of misery.
Ezra’s hands move in and out and up and down like pistons, working us both to our mutual finale. From one movement to the next, I find my climax. Back arching, neck straining, I groan to the ceiling. With a burst of intense pleasure, my body releases itself into the water, pouring the pressure from my being.
Ezra shouts my name as he jerks against me in jarring, quivering eruptions. His release shoots up to land on my breasts – the contact searing me. Humming to himself in pleasure, he continues to rub his cock, pressing the waning length against my slit. Both hands slide up my slick body to play in his spendings, smearing me – marking me as his.
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Erica Chilson does not write in the 3rd person, wanting her readers to be her characters. Therefore, writing a bio about herself, is uncomfortable in the extreme.
Born, raised, and here to stay, the Wicked Writer is a stump-jumper, a ridge-runner. Hailing from North Central Pennsylvania, directly on the New York State border; she loves the changes in seasons, the humid air, all the mountainous forest, and the gloomy atmosphere.
Introverted, but not socially awkward, Erica prides herself on thinking first and filtering her speech. There are days she doesn’t speak at all. If it wasn’t for the fact that she lives with her parents, giving her a sense of reality, she would be a hermit, where the delivery man finds her months after expiration.
Reading was an escape, a way to leave a not-so pleasant reality behind. Reading lent Erica the courage she gathered from the characters between the pages to long for a different life. Writing was an instrument of change, evolving Erica into the woman she is today- a better, more mature, more at peace thinker.
Erica has a wicked mind, one she pours out into her creations. Her filter doesn’t allow all of it to erupt, much to her relief. Sarcastic, with a very dark, perverse sense of humor, Erica puts a bit of herself into every character she writes.
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At the end of Restraint, Katya fled back to her hometown, seeking solace from Ezra’s constant micromanaging while hiding from her true feelings over what had happened to her at the hands of the men she had grown to trust.
Before Katya can come to terms with the catastrophic events she had endured in Dominion, she is whisked away from the comfort of her safe haven. Never getting a moment to reflect before being thrust back to Dominion, Katya’s defenses are down. Ezra’s controlling and manipulative ways know no bounds when it comes to Katya and their daughter. Vulnerable and susceptible to his influence, Ezra forces Katya and Ava into The Edge Building’s fortress of a gilded cage, where Katya fears she will never get out again.
Hanging on to her sense of self and moral code is difficult for Katya, as Ezra influences every aspect of her life, leaving her feeling powerless and lost as she falls deeper under his spell. Unsure where she fits into the lives of the men who impact her so deeply, Katya seeks direction from an unlikely source to regain her power.
Katya’s intuition screams that she isn’t safe, which is why she allows Ezra to keep her caged safely within the world of his creation.
…And then the notes are delivered – written with the words only the monster ever whispered.
Warning: Adults 18+. This is a work of erotic fiction. The author does not endorse nor condone any of the behavior enclosed within. The subject matter is not appropriate for minors. Please note this novel contains explicit sexual situations that include but are not limited to, force, BDSM activities, bisexual acts, multiple partners, and ménage. If any of the above mentioned acts offend, please do not read.
Buy Links
Amazon US ~ Amazon UK ~ Amazon Au ~ Amazon Ca
Most women lust over men who are built like Aaron and Roarke – muscular men who could bend you in half with their pinkies. Being petite, big men intimidate me. I don’t care if they are tall. But when they are huge, I fear for my safety. Ezra was created in the image of a Greek statue: pure white, chiseled, with long, lean muscles, and HARD.
A highly aroused Michelangelo’s David slips into the water behind me, sighing deeply as if in bliss. Ezra curls his arms around me, holding my back against his chest. Without preamble, his sneaky fingers go right back to work again – thrusting in and out of me, rubbing over my g-spot with pinpoint precision.
“I’m sure that is defeating the purpose of the spermicide,” I murmur in a sluggish voice, not caring either way. “Aren’t you washing it away?” My breathing picks up as I start to enjoy his invasion.
“It kills the sperm instantly. This–” Ezra moves his fingers faster and harder, splashing water over the side of the bathtub to spill to the floor. “Is just because I can. Excuse me if my pride is a bit bent tonight. You witnessed the worst of Cort – a side of him I thought he’d keep private between us. Yet again, someone else gets to have you when I cannot.”
I start to protest, “Ez–” but he cuts me off.
“We both need this. The connection. The intimacy. The release. Relax. You were close to orgasming moments ago, so just enjoy it,” he breathes into my ear, tickling the small hairs floating about.
My reply dies on my lips as Ezra slides me up his chest until I’m sitting in his lap. His arms are wrapped around me, one hand slipping between my parted thighs. His legs are beneath mine, holding me open to his touch. I lean my head backward, resting against his shoulder. Ezra hums his contentment against my cheek, happy to experience this level of intimacy with me – a level I’ve never breached with anyone but him.
Ez shifts his hips, forcing a sharp gasp out of my throat. The sensation of his cock resting against my slit has my eyes rolling back in my head. All the while, Ezra’s hand keeps up its assault, with his erection resting against his hand and my pussy. He rubs my breasts with one hand while the other is relentless on my g-spot: over and over until my eyes go sightless and I’m mewing nonsense against his neck.
Ezra tweaks my nipple hard, and I writhe from the painful pinching sensation. It’s an agony just this side of pleasure. Abandoning my breast, his hand slides down my tummy, and then fists his cock, arm bending to reach its resting place between my thighs. He starts rubbing himself next to my pussy, against me, over me – teasing us both into oblivion.
Eyes squeezing shut, I try to keep the building moan at bay. Ezra’s fingers are thrusting inside of me, manipulating my g-spot, while the other hand is hitting my clit with every pass over his cockhead.
“You have to stop. I’ve gotta pee.”
My body is filling with uncomfortable pressure – bloating to the point of pain. While my mind is overcome with intense emotions I cannot release. Ezra is touching me intimately, connecting with me, and I’m loving every agonizing second of it. It hurts to know Ezra isn’t mine, but it doesn’t lessen the emotions rolling though my heart. I try my damnedest never to speak the words aloud.
“No, you don’t,” Ezra croons in my ear, fingers thrusting faster. “You’ve done this for me before. It won’t be as messy this time since we’re in the bath. Orgasm for me, Katya. I want to be the one who does it for you,” he pleads in my ear, sounding desperate. “You gave this to Cortez earlier, and it kills me that I didn’t get to witness the two of you come undone. Come for me,” he commands.
The pressure keeps building and building, yet never cresting. When I don’t think I can hold anymore, it fills me still. If I don’t release the pressure and the pleasure soon, my skin will burst. My moans and groans echo throughout the bathroom. It’s a keening sound of pleasure just this side of misery.
Ezra’s hands move in and out and up and down like pistons, working us both to our mutual finale. From one movement to the next, I find my climax. Back arching, neck straining, I groan to the ceiling. With a burst of intense pleasure, my body releases itself into the water, pouring the pressure from my being.
Ezra shouts my name as he jerks against me in jarring, quivering eruptions. His release shoots up to land on my breasts – the contact searing me. Humming to himself in pleasure, he continues to rub his cock, pressing the waning length against my slit. Both hands slide up my slick body to play in his spendings, smearing me – marking me as his.
Also Available in the
Mistress & Master of Restraint Series
Buy Links
Amazon US ~ Amazon UK ~ Amazon Au ~ Amazon Ca
Now Available in Paperback
Amazon US ~ Amazon UK ~ Createspace
Erica Chilson does not write in the 3rd person, wanting her readers to be her characters. Therefore, writing a bio about herself, is uncomfortable in the extreme.
Born, raised, and here to stay, the Wicked Writer is a stump-jumper, a ridge-runner. Hailing from North Central Pennsylvania, directly on the New York State border; she loves the changes in seasons, the humid air, all the mountainous forest, and the gloomy atmosphere.
Introverted, but not socially awkward, Erica prides herself on thinking first and filtering her speech. There are days she doesn’t speak at all. If it wasn’t for the fact that she lives with her parents, giving her a sense of reality, she would be a hermit, where the delivery man finds her months after expiration.
Reading was an escape, a way to leave a not-so pleasant reality behind. Reading lent Erica the courage she gathered from the characters between the pages to long for a different life. Writing was an instrument of change, evolving Erica into the woman she is today- a better, more mature, more at peace thinker.
Erica has a wicked mind, one she pours out into her creations. Her filter doesn’t allow all of it to erupt, much to her relief. Sarcastic, with a very dark, perverse sense of humor, Erica puts a bit of herself into every character she writes.
Connect with Erica
Facebook ~ Twitter ~ Website ~ Goodreads
Google+ ~ Pinterest ~ tsū
a Rafflecopter giveaway
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