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“I will tie you up, sometimes in very intricate, time-consuming bondage. I will suspend you from things. I will play with and tease and torment your bound and helpless body.”
― Sayara St. Clair, Hurt Me, Heal Me

“She was no helpless female â€� never had been. She was death clothed in a body of female allure and fiercely proud of it.
But in sex, she needed the surrender. She craved a man strong enough to take the control out of her hands. I hunger to be dominated, for someone who doesn’t see me as a ball-busting female. She would yield everything to a man masterful enough to command her obedience. But she had never found one strong enough â€� or discreet enough. It wouldn’t do for the Blue Daggers to know their commander wanted domination during sex. Most of all, she had never found anyone she could trust with her desires who didn’t try to crush her â€� body and soul. Disappointment had followed disappointment until she had quit looking. To find strength paired with sensitivity, or dominance tempered with love? It didn’t seem to exist.”
― Patricia A. Knight

“Dominance and submission is an intimate binding. Those who submit must trust that those who dominate will never take more than they can give.â€� A sardonic smile twisted Ram’s lips. “Those who dominate must give those who submit everything they need but never more than they can endure.â€�
“By your definition, the dominus has the harder role,� she whispered.
“Perhaps. What is more difficult? To trust another so completely? Or to honor the responsibility to never betray such a trust once given?�
“I guess that would depend on how much the dominus cared for his slaaf.�
Ram shrugged. “I suppose it would.â€� Steffania saw a bleak pain in his eyes quickly masked. “Enough talking,â€� he said gruffly.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Cherish

“I find it [shibari] contagious in its pleasure. The bindings don't limit -- they define your current existence and so relax your mind. Yeah, I know. Sounds weird, but during sex I'm always thinking, wondering what I look like, worrying about how my hair must look, what I smell like, and if the fat roll is rolling. But when you're knotted up in five-thousand pound test rope, you're not going anywhere or doing anything, so you can just relax and enjoy the pleasure he's giving to him and you.”
― Glenn Hefley

“The man fed every carnal fantasy she possessed. He sat her lustful appetites before an array of the finest of delicacies, ordered them to feast, then commanded, “Don’t swallow.”
― Patricia A. Knight