Gabi to Marcus “I can’t believe out of one hundred thousand sperm, you were the fastest!
Whatever demon invented stiletto-heeled boots should roast in hell…
She realised she was whimpering. Sir held her closer, his hard grip reassuring. This wasn’t a dream; he really was here.
Am I your dom, little rabbit?”“Yes.” Her red-brown brows drew together. “What’s wrong?”“Not a thing.” He gave her a faint smile, and his gravelly voice deepened. “I thought I’d tell you we’re getting married next month.”~Nolan and Beth~
I’m a firm believer in equality at all times—”“At all times,” he repeated. “However, in the bedroom or in the club, I am a lot more equal than you.
You spanked me,” she told him.“I did.” He lifted her shoulders high enough to push a wedge pillow under the pad. “And I enjoyed it very much. You have a very spankable ass, no?
She rubbed her cheek on his chest like a sleepy cat. “I like when you hold me.”Dios, she was going to break his heart. “I like when I hold you too.
You’re very lovely, gatita.”Her brows pulled together, and she gave him a skeptical stare.”Do not look at your master as if he’s an idiot.
You’re so damn big,” she whispered.“Why, thank you cariño,” he said.
It’s a girl thing, trying to change ourselves as if we can change our lives too.
You see, when you’re excited, your body has trouble telling the difference between pain and pleasure.
Thus, she had learned a romance book was fiction. A hero who truly cared for the heroine was called a fantasy.
He liked to touch, she realized. In bed, he kept his arms around her or a hand on her like now. The way he played with her breasts, or just touched her, or ran his hands over her body, made her feel so…so beautiful, Desirable.
Gabi glared. “If you want to add some variety to your sex life, why don’t you just use your other hand?
If you want to add some variety to your sex life, why don’t you just use your other hand?” ~ Gabi
Talk about insanity. Being attracted to deVries was like a month saying, “Hey, let’s go check out that awesome bonfire”.
Talk about insanity. Being attracted to deVries was like a moth saying, “Hey, let’s go check out that awesome bonfire”.
I’m a big man, sugar. When I come down on a woman, I want soft, not a bundle of sticks that I might break.” – Logan
Feelings are feelings. They don’t have dumb or smart labels,
When something horrible happens, your brain doesn’t process the memories right. It stores everything– sounds, pain, smells, feelings– all mixed up. It doesn’t matter if you believed it or it made sense; it gets stored.
Marcus stepped behind the bar, saying, “Dan sent me over to assist you and learn how to tend the bar.” Doms could be pain-in-the-ass mother hens.
MacKensie, much as men don’t like to share this fact, we rarely die from not getting off.
God, you’re uptight. Did the aliens maybe forget to remove your anal probe?
Awww, that’s sweet. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a well-made implement of pain.
You little subs make me nervous. Being around you is too much like walking into a room filled with tiny kittens and trying not to step on one.
You dickweed! Are you always stupid, or is today a special occasion?
You know how really big guys are always nicknamed Tiny?” She didn’t wait for any response, afraid she’d chicken out. “Guess that would make you Master Munchkin, huh?
Toys? When a man—a dom—said toys, he didn’t mean stuffed animals or baseballs.
I’m not likely to forget someone slapping my butt with a big piece of wood.
You dumb-ass ape, get your hand off me. What—are you the first in your family to be born without a tail?
I felt sorry for myself since my wimpy dom can’t catch a snail crossing the sidewalk.
And since I am a man, I would appreciate it if you would cry for us both, gatita.
So, so sorry. Really sorry. Master. Sir. Emperor of the world. God of the universe.
A good relationship is a two-way street, gatita. Submitting and serving is equaled by a master’s need to take control, to protect, to make someone happy.
If you keep all those thoughts inside, your brain will explode.
You want to count, Gabrielle? One! She sucked in a breath, mad enough the words slid right out. You asshole, one!
Darlin’, I wasn’t just a Boy Scout, I was an Eagle Scout.
You know I still don’t like your…hobby.”“Didn’t ask your opinion.” Jake rubbed his aching ribs. “If you want mine: anyone using the missionary position twice in a row should serve time.
And he calls it playing? Like, whatever happened to chess? Or cards? Or tag?
You have a piercing.” “So I do.”“Didn’t that hurt?”“A bit.
Dammit, why isn’t there a book with the answers in it?
Any ham-handed idiot can make a woman scream. I prefer to assess…responsiveness.
If you are with me long, I will begin to spell Master with two M’s.
Hey, I see people manacled to log walls all the time. You bet. It’s a popular sport in Bear Flat. Gonna replace fishing soon.
If the goddess—and that would be me, by the way—is displeased, you’ll get bats in your hair and mice in your boots.
You are such a sleazeball, Rhodes—walking, talking proof of why siblings shouldn’t marry.
Right on the edge of fear was where trust could grow.
He smiled. A sub shouldn’t be terrified, but a little anxiety was good.
Although he assumed she’d naturally submit to him, he obviously believed she was still her own person. A strong person.
But, chiquita, you must understand that while you are here, I expect you to come to me and share your fears. Even if I am the one causing them.
A master like Raoul looks for a woman whose need to serve and submit matches his need to protect and take command.
Look at me, sugar.” She lifted her eyes, and he wiped away the tear that spilled over. “I could tell you what I do and don’t do, but you wouldn’t believe a word I said. So let’s get this over with.
The sound of his rough voice was…comforting, like there was safety wherever he was. Well, some safety…he certainly had an awful lot of sneaky tricks up his sleeve.
He’d seen when she began to panic, but he hadn’t offered comfort like other Doms or changed his plans. He’d just waited her out. She could hate him a little for that.
You have a gorgeous ass, and it holds handprints beautiful
Now, can I help you with something? I’m new, but I’ll do my best to figure out how to get what you need.”…“That’s good to hear, Abby, since I need your breasts for a few minutes.
To have to perform a scene, a punishment scene like that, was extremely unpleasant. It bothered me to hurt you, Jessica,” he growled. “You will let me hold you, and offer me some comfort in return.
A little insecurity in a submissive wasn’t a bad thing, but her doubts shouldn’t be whether the Dominant cared.
You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t care, Abby.”“I don’t.” She glared at him, so full of life she almost glowed.“You do.” He kissed the pouting lips lightly. “And I’m going to keep you.
This is the owner of Dark Haven. Master Xavier. Call him ‘my liege.’”Xavier sighed. He had no idea who’d first given him that title, but the submissives took such delight in it, he’d allowed it to continue.
My cousin fell in love with a dom, so I checked into it to see if I needed to kill him before they got married.
Put me down.”“Nope.” He held her snuggled to his bare chest, tipping her up so he could rub his cheek against hers. “I like carrying you.
When I want to.” He ran his finger over her lips. “You don’t get a vote, honey.
No. No, I don’t want my hands restrained.”“Yes. You do.
He caught her staring and smiled-not a conceited I-work-out-and-have-a-great-body type smirk, but more of a I’m-a-boy; you’re-a-girl; life is good.
Use your safe word if you get scared, honey.”“I’m fine.” Her voice came out husky.“Yes, you are, aren’t you?
Damn, you’re soft. I have trouble keeping my hands off y
what you need and what you want aren’t the same things,
People—especially men—don’t always know what they want. You try, and if it doesn’t work, then you may qui
the easiest way to keep a woman over your shoulder is with a hand on her ass, and the other between her legs.
Some man would come to her room. Maybe she would hesitate, and he’d grab her, pin her to the mattress, force her to cooperate.
There was a fine line between fear that would excite and fear that would paralyze the senses.
Master, don’t. Please.”“Please is a great word–and I intend to please. Me, for sure. Maybe even you.” Lindsey and deVries
That’s means you’re mine. Mine to care for.” He ran his thumb over her full lower lip. “Mine to fuck.” He leaned forward, his mouth an inch from hers. “And mine to protect. Don’t forget that.” Zander deVries
Some people – and a high percentage of submissives – wanted clear-cut rules. Preferred their duties laid out, like schedules and lists.
You, lass, have a self-image problem.”Well, that might be a little true, but she also had a mirror.
What are you doing?” Her voice shook.“Whatever I want, sweetheart.
I wouldn’t do this if i didn’t care, but you mean everything to me, and if this is what you need, then this is what you’ll get. But we’re damned well going to work on changing this association between caring and spanking.