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“Like a Falcon, she needed the dark to understand who her master was. She would learn to trust him, to rely upon him, to anticipate what he wanted from her. And like any master with his salt, he would reward her for her obedience. He would be exceedingly firm, but he would also be as fair as he could be. He had notchosen the instrument of his revenge at random. He had chosen a beautiful submissive. And what was a submissive if not adaptable -if not a survivor?”
― C.J. Roberts, Captive in the Dark

“I’m happy to see that we’re stopping to eat some dinner, since we didn’t actually eat lunch today. Instead we just argued, I pouted, slapped him, bojo’d him, and then I came like a freight train. I’ve had a very busy day.”
― Ella Dominguez, The Art of Submission

“You have a gorgeous ass, and it holds handprints beautifully.��
Oh, well, how nice for me.”
― Cherise Sinclair, My Liege of Dark Haven

“What are you doing?��
“Whatever I want.”
― Cherise Sinclair, My Liege of Dark Haven

“You don’t speak again, unless to use your safe word or yellow to indicate you’re frightened.��
“I was at yellow the minute I walked in the door.”
― Cherise Sinclair, My Liege of Dark Haven

“This is going to hurt, isn’t it?��
“Yes it is.��
”Am I allowed to call you names?��
It was very very hard not to laugh. Impertinent little brat.”
― Bianca Sommerland, Defensive Zone

“One Persons Kink is another's Dream Come True”
― Joseph Mcnamara

“Keeping me a virgin waiting for him for so long proved he owned me even more than fucking me would have.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Siren

“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.��
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“That’s good to hear, Abby, since I need your breasts for a few minutes.”
― Cherise Sinclair, My Liege of Dark Haven

“Why had she set limits like no sex? I want sex.”
― Cherise Sinclair, My Liege of Dark Haven

“Heck, that woman out there looked like she was getting more from one kiss than Jessica had ever gotten from the whole insert-dick-move-around shebang.”
― Cherise Sinclair, Club Shadowlands

“No, no, I don’t want that.��
“I didn’t ask.”
― Cherise Sinclair, My Liege of Dark Haven

“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.”
― Cherise Sinclair, Club Shadowlands

“A little insecurity in a submissive wasn’t a bad thing, but her doubts shouldn’t be whether the Dominant cared.”
― Cherise Sinclair, My Liege of Dark Haven

“But I wasn't done," she pouted, no longer hungry for anything but him.

"Yes, you were."

"Yes, sir."

"Lay down on your back."

"Very yes, sir.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Gift

“We were in the middle of a scene, and this crazy woman comes roaring out of the crowd, screaming, grabs my whip, and damned if she didn’t punch me.�� Rubbing his reddened chin, the man’s lips curved a little. “It’s almost funny, but still, she ruined our scene.”
― Cherise Sinclair, Club Shadowlands

“Yeah, equal pay for equal work and our bodies ourselves and Gloria Steinem and all that jazz...but in that dusty dark little corner of every woman's heart where we keep our maps of Tierra del Fuego lives the hunger to fetch a powerful man his slippers on her hands and knees.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Gift

“What do you know about me, Isabeau?"

He leaned forward, and I forced myself to stay still instead of shying away. He was so close that I could smell the subtle notes of his cologne: musk and wood with a hint of leather.

What did he want me to say? That everyone said he was an ogre? Or that they all wanted to sleep with him anyway?

"I..."

"Go on. You won't hurt my feelings."

He was still smiling, slight dimples visible in both cheeks. The sight was destracting, to say the least.

"I know that you're the youngest CEO and partner in the company's history, and I know that you earned the spot by working your way up after graduate school instead of using your inheritance as a crutch."

"Everyone knows that. What do you know about me? The real stuff. None of this press release bullshit."

I looked down at my hands, anything not to have to look up at his face so close to me.

"Um. People say... they say that you're scary. And that your assistants don't last long."

He laughed, a deep, warm sound that seemed to fill up the office. I glanced up to see him smirking at me. I relaxed my grip on the desk a little. Maybe I wasn't being fired after all.

"What else do they say?"

Oh, God. He can't possibly want me to tell him everything. Does he? The look on his face confirmed that he did. It was clear by the way he looked at me that I wasn't leaving this office until I gave him exactly what he wanted.

"They say. Um... They say that you're very, uh, good looking... and impossible to please."

"Oh they do, do they?" He sat back, and tented his fingers beneath his chin. "Well, do you agree with them? Do you think I'm scary, handsome and woefully unsatisfied?"

My mouth dropped open, and I quickly closed it with a snap.

"Yes. I mean, no! I mean, I don't know..."

He stood, then, and leaned in close, towering over me. "You were right the first time."

Anxiety coursed through me, but I have to admit, being this close to him, smelling his scent and feeling the heat radiating off his body, it made me wonder what it would be like to be in his arms. To be his. To be owned by him...

His face was almost touching mine when he whispered to me. "I am unsatisfied, Isabeau. I want you to be my new assistant. Will you do that for me? Will you be at my beck and call?"

My breath left me as his words sunk in. When I finally regained it, I felt like I was trembling from head to toe. His beck and call.

"Wh-what about your old assistant?"

Mr. Drake leaned back again and took my chin in his hand, forcing my eyes to his. "What about her? I want you."

His touch on my skin was electric. Are we still talking about business?

"Yes, Mr. Drake."

His thumb stroked my cheek for the briefest of moments, and then he released me, breathless, and wondering what I'd just agreed to.”
― Delilah Fawkes, At His Service

“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.”
― Cherise Sinclair, My Liege of Dark Haven

“We’re wasting time here. I’ve got a sweet ass to paddle. Some legs to spread��”
― Starla Kaye, Cowboys in Charge

“I need your submission too, but only if it’s real. If you’re really not feeling it, then don’t pretend. Make me earn it.”
― Bianca Sommerland, Defensive Zone

“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.”
― Cherise Sinclair, My Liege of Dark Haven

“Given involuntarily, and in an atmosphere of distrust, pain is torture, whatever the motive," suggests David. "But given consensually, between equals, pain can be a most incredible form of love.”
― Geoff Mains, Urban Aboriginals: A Celebration of Leathersexuality

“The idea makes a lot of people uncomfortable. [...] It's hurt a great many people and been responsible for a great deal of misery. But, to my mind at least, that doesn't mean it can't now bring pleasure to someone.”
― Manna Francis, Quis Custodiet

“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.”
― Cherise Sinclair, Doms of Dark Haven 2: Western Nights

“The collar represented something of big importance to her. He knew she saw it as losing who she was. He saw it as her trusting him enough to let him be in charge.”
― Starla Kaye, Cowboys in Charge

“Here,�� I said, shoving the board into his hands. He started laughing.
“WHAT are you laughing at?!�� I demanded irritably.
“Well, it’s just that�� that’s going to hurt a bit, my dear. Go on, bend over. I’ll demonstrate.”
― Sadey Quinn, Under Order

“Okay?�� Even if she deserved to be punished, he always let her know he cared about her.”
― Starla Kaye, Cowboys in Charge

“I won’t have people judging you because of this.”
― Bianca Sommerland, Defensive Zone

“He's not a monster, he's a teddy bear," Eve said defiantly. "He's my teddy bear. I don't want you to hurt him. I want you to fix him."

"There's nothing to fix," Danny said. "Paul's not broken.”
― Kele Moon