Free Restraint (Mistress & Master of Restraint) by Erica Chilson Page A

the pain is a surprising sensation of pleasure.
    “You tried to remove my first gift to you. Katya, are you so desperate to be rid of me that you injure yourself in the process?” Hot breath touches my wrist. The blindness has my nerves on edge, causing every touch to feel ten times more potent. Soft lips flutter on my blistered flesh and I whimper from the sensation.
    “I’ll kiss it and make it better,” he sweetly purrs. His voice holds a childlike edge, as if he is the one needing his pain kissed away.
    Master Ez’s warm body cuddles against my side, cradling me to his wide chest. His heavy thigh slides up and over my waist, pinning me, effectively trapping me in his embrace. A seeking hand slowly draws my injured wrist to his mouth. Slowly and seductively he kisses my abused flesh. I squeeze my eyes shut even though I have a mask on. I try to block the intense sensations wracking me. It’s been too long… it’s been never.
    When Master Ez opens up his mouth, hot breath searing my flesh, wet tongue touching me, I lose it. The feel of his soft tongue lapping at my sore skin is a pleasurable pain I’ve never experienced. A moan rumbles up my throat and I arch up.
    “M mm, responsive lil kitty.” His teeth pinch my raw skin and I yelp in pain. Pleasurable punishments. He quickly straddles my waist and sits on me.
    “You and I need to have a talk.” His voice is no longer smooth and calming. It holds an edge, he will not be denied. “You and I play a game. We both know it’s a game. But when I tell you to do something I expect you to damn well do it.” He grips my wrist in his hand and squeezes until I whimper in pain. “What did I tell you to do, Katya?” He calmly asks.
    My mind races with thoughts. I am pretty sure that Master Ez is my boss- Mr. Ezra Zeitler. Which one did I defy? What if they aren’t the same person and I choose wrong? His hold on my arm has me on a precipice. The level of pain is almost to the point of unbearable. What if I answer wrong? I don’t want to be in pain and I don’t want to disappoint him, either. Regardless of whether or not Master Ez is Zeitler, he is Master Ez right this very moment. I must have defied him.
    “I didn’t meet you at Restraint this evening like you requested,” I rapidly blurt out, hop ing that even if I’m wrong he’ll take pity on me for answering fast.
    “Very good, a nd why didn’t you show up?” He slightly loosens his grip on my wrist as a reward for answering, but he keeps enough pressure on it to still cause me pain.
    “I think I figured out who you are and I think you know I know. And maybe I don’t want to play this game.” I mumble nonsense.
    “Hm m, are you sure?” More kisses soothe my abused wrist. He chuckles against my skin. The amused Master Ez is back. It lends to the fact that he is also the amused Mr. Zeitler. Both seem to think I’m entertaining as all hell. Who the fuck are they? And why did they choose me to play with?
    “Now, now, there are no lies between us, Kat. We both know you love this game. Your thighs are positively drenched,” He salaciously purrs in my ear.
    Master Ez’s hand slides up my inner-thigh and retreats before I can react or flinch. I’m thankful that he didn’t go there. A wet smacking sound echoes in the room, and then his body erupts with a violent shudder before the room echoes with his sigh. Sweet Jesus! He’s not doing what I think he’s doing, is he?
    My body strings tight when I hear him rumble, “Lovely.”
    “I think you defied me because you were shopping for means of removal and the time got away from you. I found a fit punishment.” A soft hand places my left wrist in my right palm.
    My breath hisses out when I realize what my new gifts are. I don’t know if I should be epically pissed or pat the fucker on the back for being diabolical.
    “Tw o birds… one stone.” Ez clutches my hands together in emphasis. “Punishment for not meeting me when I requested it so nicely