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“His voice goads me and then I register the perfect rhythm he is creating in my tightly wound body. One, two, and then three fingers fill me, his hand rocking flawlessly against my quivering clitoris as he fucks me. Slowly at first and then the tempo increases as Shaw builds the pace. Before I know it I am panting as the sensations consume me. Eyes shut tight, I feel myself grinding against what feels like the palm of his hand or maybe his wrist, loving the friction it creates as Shaw penetrates me over and over again.”
― Felicity Brandon, Submission at The Tower: The Depths of Desire

“By all means be submissive in the bedroom (if you are that way inclined), but don't be submissive to life. Being life's bitch is no fun at all. Life may play up in many ways, but it's up to you to take control, take charge and show life who's really calling the shots.”
― Miya Yamanouchi, Embrace Your Sexual Self: A Practical Guide for Women

“When he sees my pain, the old and new, he pushes me to give it to him. To give in to his need to consume all of it and make it his.”
― Willow Madison, We Were One Once

“Kink crowds are the same the world over. The good ones are already taken, the hot ones only talk to each other, and everyone else is desperate.”
― Alexis Hall, For Real

“I don’t want your apology. I want your obedience.”
― Tara Sue Me, The Collar

“I’m the answer to her pain. She’s my answer for the need for it.”
― Willow Madison, We Were One Once

“Little girl, you could wrap my cock in duct tape, and I'll still make you see God.”
― Lilly Black, A Jade's Trick

“Reversing roles sometimes is good. I’ll free you from having to be in control all the time. I’ll take you places you’ve never been.”
― Scarlet Risque, Red Hourglass

“I stared at him. At this too-thin, too-sincere boy. This person.
Because I knew what he meant. I understood exactly. And I’d felt it too, that interior certainty. But over the years, I’d let all the fervour fade. I’d stopped believing in it, somehow. I’d let it become something I did, not something I was.”
― Alexis Hall, For Real

“I’ve succumbed to the absolute power of the man that pulls, culls, calls my unwitting submission. And I’ve embraced the power of my submission to draw him in further, to have him kneeling and worshiping what he’s conquered. I’ve known surrender and strength with him. True freedom. And a hell of a lot of orgasms.”
― Willow Madison, We Were One Once

“She wasn't sure if he was a devil in heaven or a fallen angel in hell. He was beautiful.”
― Aubrey Cara, Taming Kat

“If he was in danger of anything at all, it was spontaneous submissive combustion due to his master’s teasing.”
― Kim Dare, Duck!

“He places one of his long fingers over my lips, silencing me. I can smell my own musky arousal on his digit and I have the strongest urge to take it in my mouth and suck it as I did earlier during my audition. He says nothing but drills into me with those dazzling eyes. I have the strangest feeling that he is looking into my soul.
“Let us see where the wave takes us. I know I am going to enjoy the ride and I can guarantee our mutual satisfaction. Maybe we’ll be washed to shore, I just don’t know yet, but you can be certain of one thing…�
I gaze up at him from his chest, breathing in the scent of his masculinity as I do.
“What’s that, sir?� I ask, my voice betraying the curiosity I feel.
He looks down at me for a long, hard moment before he answers.
“I won’t let you drown.”
― Felicity Brandon, Submission at The Tower: The Depths of Desire

“The pain of being treated like a mere object. And a sense that this pain would turn into pleasure.”
― Natsuo Kirino

“As my mind dwells on the depths I have already sunk into since my arrival less than an hour ago, I approach Shaw’s feet and legs. Unsure of how to proceed, but sure that looking up at him is not an acceptable response, I wait on all fours in front of him, like an untrained animal. I squirm at the prospect that he may be making the same comparison.
The hushed and excitable voices of the other men perforate the air around us as Shaw reaches down towards me. I see his left hand in my line of vision and one finger gently moves my face upwards to look at him. I gaze up at him and in this moment I want him more than I have ever wanted any man. I want him to seduce me. I want him to conquer me. I want to be devoured.”
― Felicity Brandon, Submission at The Tower: The Depths of Desire

“One cowboy is never enough.”
― Vanessa Vale, Their Kidnapped Bride

“Busy day ahead. Things to do. People to beat. A Dominatrix's work was never done.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Virgin

“And I'm trying to stay strong. I really, really am. But he smells so damn good, and his lips are just right there... all soft and inviting, and all I can think about is having them on my body.”
― A. Zavarelli, Gabriel's Collar

“It’s time, little one,â€� he coaxes from above me.
I take a deep breath as I crawl to where he instructs me. My heart is racing and I feel like tears could be close again. But I am resolved. I am going to do this. I know my own wilful obstinacy will see me into the stocks and from there it really is up to Shaw. He positions me in front of the stocks and waits a few seconds, letting me absorb their magnitude, before speaking.
“K²Ô±ð±ð±ô.â€�
Just one word but it seals my fate. I comply immediately, wordlessly, allowing my terror to turn into the first shoots of arousal. This is really happeningâ€�”
― Felicity Brandon, Submission at The Tower: The Depths of Desire

“Good afternoon, Your Honor,â€� she said. “Thanks for doing this.â€�
“Call me Joshua,� he replied. “Unless we meet in the courtroom.�
“Or Sir,� Connor added.

She looked between them. “You’re a Dom, too? How many of you are there?�
“It’s not like we’re werewolves or something,� Connor protested.

“Werewolves only get randy around the full moon.”
― Sierra Cartwright, Bind

“Strange though, I never took you for a nympho.”
― Eve Masters, She Is My Master: A Short Story

“My plans didn't include spending my life enslaved as someone's secretary”
― Scarlet Risque

“It’s not funny. How would you like it if your balls fled in fear? My balls haven’t been this frightened since I dove into the icy water at the Polar Bear Plunge my first year of high school.”
― K.C. Faelan, If At First You Don't Succeed

“The loud rasp of leather yanked through Carson’s belt loops sent her attention to his torso.
“What are you doing?� London’s panicked gaze shot to his face.
“I don’t have a collar on me.�
“I am wholly disinterested in being collared.�
“One weekend, London.� He grasped one of her hips with his free hand. “If you’re disappointed at any time, you can walk. I’ll never speak of it again. Our work together will go unaffected. No one—and I mean no one—but us will know.�
“Would you put that in writing?� Her eyes filled with mischief.
Priceless. London lured him toward a lightning storm. He could play. Hell, nothing appealed in the moment more than a weekend playing with London. Yes, this is what he wanted. Now he needed to know if she was willing.
“I’ll do one better.� He snaked the belt around her waist until the leather rested against her hips.
“I’m not a notch on a belt.�
“You could never be a notch, London Chantelle. You’re the whole belt, sugar.�
Her face softened, and the playfulness in her eyes died. He recognized the deliberation behind them, the wonder if she’d be safe, here and at work. London needn’t have worried. She might get scared, but mutual satisfaction was the only way his brand of sexual fulfillment worked.
“Say yes or no.� He pressed his torso to her corseted body, the last space between her body and his obliterated. “But say yes.�
“What will happen if I say yes?�
“What you want. What you’ve probably always wanted.�
Her eyes misted with a surprising vulnerability. “Yes.”
― Elizabeth SaFleur, Untouchable

“Hope that doesn’t hurt too much”
― Eve Masters, She Is My Master: A Short Story

“Despite his attractiveness, Sandie couldn’t have been more disappointed. She lamented, thinking that she should have known that it would have just been another stupid cowboy like her father to show up. Still, she couldn’t help but hope that he would be some sort of comfort, even if only as company and a hand with the sometimes back-breaking work. He certainly was easy on the eyes, and his warm smile conveyed a sort of gentleness that was almost entirely foreign to her. The way he extended his hand earnestly, even removing his hat when walking up to her, made her feel respected and appreciated.”
― Alaria Thorne, Bridled Passion: Sandie's First Rodeo

“The club was only dimly lit aside from the flashing strobes and rotating beams casting their vibrant glow over the pulsing, writhing crowd. The heat of the club was a stark contrast to the chill of the air outside, and she pulled slightly at the sweater, cursing her modesty for quite possibly the first time.”
― Alaria Thorne

“This is about more." He arched, tilting a little.
Billy set the weight swinging again. "Tell me what it's about."
"Uh... It's... I... It's about everything. It's like you're inside me, like my bones.”
― Sean Michael, Owned

“There was a fine line between fear that would excite and fear that would paralyze the senses.”
― Cherise Sinclair, Club Shadowlands

“Grip had been hungry ever since the first youthful spots on his sheets. Wanting to try what others only fantasized about, finding his way to the fearless ones who laughed back, the ones who also wanted it. Games with new positions had started before the end of adolescence. Later: bruises, leather straps, and candles—anything that excited—on airplanes, in hotel elevators with the emergency stop button pushed.”
― Robert Karjel, The Swede