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“That’s real love and real happiness. It’s when you go to sleep every night hoping that you are less happy than your lover; it’s hoping that you’ve given everything you could to them so that their day could be just a tiny bit better.”
― Lexie Syrah, Torn: A Dark BDSM Romance Novel

“Come closer to me,â€� he commanded.
She began to get to her feet, giving him the opportunity to force her down again. “No. I want you to crawl over here on your hands and knees.�
Jace watched the power of his words place invisible constraints on Camille’s body. She fell down to her knees and crawled on the floor like an animal. In that moment, he was her master; in that moment, everything seemed natural and right in the world. He was the yin to her yang, pulling both of them into perfect equilibrium.”
― Edith Warner, Don't Forget Your Lines

“He had always thought the Holy Grail would be finding a girl who submitted gladly and whole- heartedly to his leadership. Now he saw how much more powerful it was when the surrender was a bit reluctant, when she had to overcome her own strong will before yielding to his. He didn’t want an off-the-shelf submissive after all. He wanted a girl with a mind of her own, whose heart and will had to be tamed, who would submit to him and him alone.”
― Sweden Reese, The Southern Gentleman: Protective Instinct

“There is a fine line between pleasure and pain. I need both to feel fulfilled.”
― Felicity Brandon, A Night at the Opera

“I'm here with you. Even when you can't see me, know that I am here with you."
said by Garrett from Sacred Secrets”
― Roxy Harte, Sacred Secrets

“I touched myself while I watched you, wishing it was me in her place. And I came…crying because it broke my heart that it wasn’t.”
― Sayara St. Clair, Yearn For You

“I love you, Aria,â€� he murmured in her ear.
The tender husk in his voice enshrouded her. She would live the rest of her life pleasing him to hear the softness in his voice and see the love in his gaze.”
― April Vine, Reclaimed By Her Master

“Do you love your Master?â€� he asked softly.
“More than my life, Master.�
“Say it.�
“I love my Master.�
“And who is your Master.�
“You are, Sir. Mr. Stephen Black. Master and Lord of my body. My heart. My soul. My mind.”
― April Vine, Reclaimed By Her Master

“Every day I thought about her, waiting for her to come back so I could cane her for her insolence, her disobedience for not coming back to me sooner.â€�
She caught her breath and moaned at the thought of her Master caning her.
“You’d like that, baby-girl? A caning?�
“Yes, Master, to teach me a lesson.”
― April Vine, Reclaimed By Her Master

“I touched myself while I watched you, wishing it was me in her place. And I came…crying because it broke my heart that it wasn’t.”
― â€� Sayara St. Clair, Yearn For You

“We got up, still talking, and began to dance again.
“I want to try something,� he said.
“Okay, what?�
“Twist your arms behind your back.�
“Hmm, okay � Like this?�
“Yes. And now I’ll hold you like that.�
I licked my lips and gave him the look, and I said, “Okay.�
“If you want me to stop, tell me.�
“Okay. I’ll bite you if I don’t like it. If I’m okay, you get a kiss.�
He smiled and clasped my wrists tight, pinioning my arms behind my back. The pressure twisted my shoulders back, just a bit, and thrust my breasts forward. We moved, and I felt my breasts pressing through the silk T-shirt against his chest. I kissed him.
“I like it,� I said. “I like it when you hold me, when you have me � in your power.�
He kissed me. It was a rapid, sudden, ravishing kiss. He let go of my wrists, and I flung my arms around him. We twirled around. He lifted me up. We plunged back down onto the divan. I was astraddle him, on my knees, looking down on him, breathless.
“Lift it off,� he said.
“You lift it off,� I said. I bowed, and he pulled the silk T-shirt over my head, leaving it halfway off for just a minute, and masking my face. He kissed me on the forehead through the silk. His lips pressed on my lips, and I hungrily tried to kiss, but I was a prisoner of the silk, and then, slowly, he pulled the T-shirt off my head, and my lips were free, and our lips met, and we kissed, a deep, free warm, liquid kiss. I was melting into him.
His hands went up and down my back, sweeping, exploring, pressing, and caressing. He kissed my breasts, slowly, licking and biting each nipple.”
― Gwendoline Clermont, The Shaming of Gwendoline C

“What about a lesson for taking eight fucking years to come back to me? What kind of a lesson would you want for that, girl?â€� Raw emotion lined his face.
She loved the fear of experiencing his fury, the same way she loved experiencing his gentle hand.
“To not be allowed to come after you cane me, Master?� She smiled shyly.
He nodded, but he wasn’t smiling. “And what about a lesson for thinking you could marry someone else?� He dropped his voice.
She lowered her gaze.
He grasped her chin and tilted her face up. “Three weeks in the cell so you don’t ever forget who owns you?�
“Yes, Master. With pleasure, Master.�
“And after that, I’m making you my wife to make sure the rest of the world doesn’t forget who owns you.â€� His mouth slammed down on hers.”
― April Vine, Reclaimed By Her Master

“Bikinis? Check. Sunscreen? Check. Dildo? Probably won’t need it.”
― Felicia Ferraro

“I touched myself while I watched you, wishing it was me in her place. And I came…crying because it broke my heart that it wasn’t.”
― Sayara St. Clair, Yearn For You

“The blonde was staring at herself in the mirror, taking on a thoughtful, reflective tone. “Well, it isn’t easy. And his mood changes in an instant. But he collects different girls for different flavors â€� so one girl doesn’t have to be everybody and everything.â€�
“Oh.� I splashed water on my face and stared for a moment at the mask in the mirror.
“You’re just his type, totally. With all the tattoos, you are utterly monstrous, if you don’t mind my saying so. Punk-Goth gone mad.� She swung around to take a close, direct look. “I never saw the point of tattoos, mind you, just fad and fashion. But,� she focused on me, stared, grinned, and rolled her eyes. “My God, darling, you really are perfect! How could you do that to yourself?� She licked her lips. “I think you will be a success. As I said, Sergei loves tattoos. He’s totally into the weird and the monstrous. He adores freaks � and kid, you are about as freakish as they come.�
“You think so.� I turned my mask towards her and gave her an extra big smile � I was even more grotesque, Martine told me, when I smiled. “Oh, Gwen, how totally utterly horrible!� she declared and then kissed me to console me for having become a monster. As I grinned at Sergei’s girl, the metal rings in my ears clanked against each other. I could feel the large ring nose, warm, smooth steel, against my curled upper lip.
“Yes, you look like a masterpiece of self-loathing.�
“It’s called body art,� I said, “It’s a statement.�
“A statement?�
“Absolutely,� I hiccupped. Everything was fuzzy; I forced myself to focus.
“Whatever it is, you’ll be a big success. Sergei collects waifs who suffer from extreme self-hatred. Self-destructive and self-hating girls are one of his hobbies. You can do so much with them.”
― Gwendoline Clermont, Gwendoline Goes Underground

“Shackles around the heart. Love needs to flow freely between people. It cannot be bound or forbidden. It is a wild animal that can never be tamed. It is a tempest that leaves everything in its wake destroyed. There are a multitude of souls in the world. To only experience the joys of one is to ignore a great deal that the world has to offer. Why should we stop ourselves from enjoying every aspect of life when we only have one life to live?â€�

"All I want is for them to feel pleasure. All I want is for everyone to feel pleasure. The world is such a drab and cruel place that we must find the happiness that we can where we can, and usually we can find it in each other.”
― Alexandra Noir, Erotic Gangs of Europe and Innocent Americans - A Feast for the Senses

“May I ask Master a question?â€�
“What is it you want to know, girl?�
“Does Master love his girl?�
He moved her into the railing, the intricate cast iron of the boundary around the balcony bit into her ass. Anyone walking by and looking up would see her naked. She knew that and he knew that.
“What does she think?� He parted her legs and stood between her open thighs. Her wrists still imprisoned in his hand hung over the barrier.
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“Every day for the last eight years I’ve worn her chain around my neck. A habit I couldn’t break, a ritual like clockwork every morning. Her chain around my neck, my watch on my wrist.”
― April Vine, Reclaimed By Her Master

“They would take your soul, if they could . . .”
― Jaye Frances, Redemption

“Pensai alle innumerevoli frasi scritte sotto i video delle canzoni d’amore, fra-si rivolte alla persona amata e ormai persa con cui non si trascorrerà più il tem-po assieme. Pensai a quanto si ama invano nella vita. Con tutto l’amore non cor-risposto, se trasformato in energia, si potrebbero illuminare le città.”
― Edoardo B., Dal profondo di me stesso

“Pensai a quanto si ama invano nella vita. Con tutto l’amore non corrisposto, se trasformato in energia, si potrebbero illuminare le città.”
― Edoardo B., Dal profondo di me stesso

“Maxim smiled his devilish, seductive smile again, and his eyes lit up with fire and danger. Arina would sacrifice anything in the world to find out what he thought about when he smiled like that.”
― Tatiana Vedenska, Two Months and Three Days

“For some reason, I found the fact that our two men were naked, while Jester and I were, in a way, clothed, particularly exciting. Jester was adorned in paint, and I had my feathered pinioned wings and my owl mask. I was a totem, my man was transparent and naked; he was my servant and my slave, and he was that pure thing â€� a naked male animal, and, tonight, he was mine.
“To-wit, to-whoo,� I invited my servant with my owl call.
He kissed me; the kiss was fierce and unending, or so it seemed, an eternal kiss, a kiss that would carry us into infinity, his arms around me, grasping me, clasping me under my pinioned arms; his lips explored mine; our lips merged in one; my eyes were closed; it was pure sensation: the pouring rain, my dripping feathers, my pinioned arms pressed together, my shoulders pulled back tight, my breasts tensed and straining forward; his chest, hard and smooth and muscular against my breasts; his hands on me; his lips meeting my lips; his tongue mingling with my tongue. I breathed him in. Inwardly, I sighed, “Oh, Master!� But it came out as a quizzical “To-wit, to-whoo?� He whispered, “Oh, Goddess, oh, beautiful Owl.� He held me so tight it was as if he wanted to consume me, merge my body in his, to absorb me totally.
Finally, he stepped back, unhooked the owl mask-and-hood from the collar, and lifted it off, and placed it carefully on an iron bench, which was the only furniture in the gazebo. My face, now, was naked.
And then, standing in the rain, we made love, me with my arms still pinioned behind me, totally at his mercy, thrilling at my helplessness, and entrusting myself totally to his love ...”
― Gwendoline Clermont, Gwendoline Goes To School

“Well, Misty Hoyt,â€� Sergei grinned. “Why don’t you go up there on the stage and strut your stuff? I’d like to see you pole dance.â€�
“W³ó²¹³Ù?â€�
“Pole dance.�
“Oh, pole dance,� I mumbled, slurping back saliva. I figured I would hardly be able to stand up, let alone pole dance. I had never pole danced in my whole life though Misty Hoyt had pole danced and had admitted as much at the bar to Andrei, but I hadn’t had time to catch up with all of Misty’s skills. This was definitely a hole in the planning of my backstory � giving me experience, as a pole dancer, I would not be able to fake. I would look utterly grotesque too, tattooed as I was; the vanity of self-consciousness never dies � I shuddered at the thought of me tattooed and pierced among those buff, golden, perfectly beautiful girls.
Whatever! I had to do it.
“Okay,� I said, “You are the boss, Mister Sergei.� I managed somehow to stand up, wobble, and then make my way, through tables and guests, and get over to the runway, and climb up onto it. It seemed very high. I weaved, tottered this way and that, and then somehow, I pulled myself together.
I pole danced with one of the pole dancers � me weaving around one pole, and she around the other. She was the petite, fine-featured golden Vietnamese girl I had noticed before. I’d seen movies of pole dancing, so I managed to fake it; and then I was the tattooed pierced clown, a freakish waif, I didn’t really have to be very good.
Then â€� I’m foggy about actually when â€� the golden Vietnamese girl and I were ordered to make love on the runway in the bright lights. The strobe lights had stopped. The other pole dancers had disappeared into the crowd. And now, except for the spotlights on the two of us, the whole place was subdued in dull amber light, a sort of nightclub twilight. The music went down, and it was quiet. I thought maybe I was hallucinating the silence. But no, it was real.”
― Gwendoline Clermont, Gwendoline Goes Underground

“It wasn’t a slave’s place to show such emotions, after all. It was always the Dom’s prerogative to command them, and so far, these poor bastards were no one’s property, not even their own.”
― Laura Tolomei, Deadly Karma

“Only a very few were true submissive. Most of the applicants didn’t have what it took to be a real slave, even if they thought otherwise. Presentation Night typically dispelled their illusions .”
― Laura Tolomei, Deadly Karma

“Use your words moma”
― T.M. Richardson, The Oath

“True strength doesn’t shout—it’s in the quiet choice to stand firm, to lead with grace rather than force, and to embrace restraint as a form of freedom.”
― Kemal Onur GüneÅŸ, Veiled Intentions

“Freedom isn’t in breaking chains—it’s in deciding which ones you choose to wear.”
― Kemal Onur GüneÅŸ

“To hold the key is not just to possess power, but to carry the weight of responsibility for someone else’s surrender.”
― Kemal Onur GüneÅŸ

“Respect isn’t born in obedience—it grows in the quiet reverence of boundaries honored and trust earned.”
― Kemal Onur GüneÅŸ