“BDSM isn't about play, not for pleasure purists. It's our own fucked up version of therapy. If we weren't fucked up, sick and twisted this shit wouldn't get us off.” — Erica Chilson Copy Share Image
“What do we have here?” Grant slurs at me. He seems different and it raises flags in my mind. His fingers wrap around a section of my hair and it scares me. His face is flushed red and his eyes are glassy and bright. I can smell the smoky scent of whiskey or scotch rolling off his tongue as he… — Erica Chilson Copy Share
“BDSM isn't about play, not for pleasure purists. It's our own fucked up version of therapy. If we weren't fucked up, sick and twisted… — Erica Chilson Copy Share Image
“I try to ignore the fact that I can feel Kieren's hard-on against my ass and that it's perfectly pressing into me. I tell… — Erica Chilson Copy Share Image
“Cassie,” I growl at the young brunette. “How’s the sobriety?” Alex brought the submissive to us. She’s an addict that he councils at Transcend. I don’t want to be mean to her right now, especially since my best friend brought her here, but I’m furious and she’s an outlet. She can’t strike back. “Ninety days sober,” she says with pride.… — Erica Chilson Copy Share
“Men and women, alike, can’t help but stare at breasts, even if they aren’t that great. It’s like a car wreck, you just can’t… — Erica Chilson Copy Share Image
“Gentleman,” I purr smoothly in greeting. Ezra and Cort circle me like sharks scenting blood. I know who they are, but not who is who since they’re wearing black hoods over their heads. It covers them to the shoulder and has holes for the eyes and mouth. Their clothing is identical Italian designer label suits. Even their shoes are the… — Erica Chilson Copy Share
“But no one is listening because we are too busy trying to figure out where we went wrong, how we broke our children. It’s… — Erica Chilson Copy Share Image
“I enter. I’m not scared of Master Ez. I lean against the door with my eyes shut and breathe. Why did he ask me… — Erica Chilson Copy Share Image
“In the past I was a vicious hunter. I would stalk my prey with pinpoint accuracy. Ever since Monica came into my life I’ve… — Erica Chilson Copy Share Image
“I’m sorry for what I’m about to do. If you survive, I promise I will find you. We will be together again,” he swears.” — Erica Chilson Copy Share Image
