Awww, that’s sweet. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a well-made implement of pain.

Pull up your big-girl panties, Gabi.

You have a gorgeous ass, and it holds handprints beautifully.”Oh, well, how nice for me.

So, so sorry. Really sorry. Master. Sir. Emperor of the world. God of the universe.

Last month she’d read that a man’s connective tissue aligned horizontally with the skin, whereas a female’s went perpendicular—which was why women got lumpy cellulite and men didn’t. And doesn’t that totally prove that God...

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...

Thus, she had learned a romance book was fiction. A hero who truly cared for the heroine was called a fantasy.

Okay, you’re older. Not much, really. And considering you love staying in shape and I refuse to run, we’ll probably get all old and crippled at the same time. If not, then I’ll learn to...

Big.” He set hers next to his, so small and delicate contrasted with his thick, blunt fingers. Why did holding her fragile hand raise every protective instinct he had?

It’s hard for an educated woman to turn her head off. That’s part of the joy of being a submissive. None of the decisions are yours. When you can’t refuse anything and can’t even move,...

Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck.

A girl could get to hate Doms.

I was at yellow the minute I walked in the door.

If you want mine: anyone using the missionary position twice in a row should serve time.

Sex is a team sport, sugar.

Damn, you’re soft. I have trouble keeping my hands off you.”Okay, serious melty stuff.

If you want to add some variety to your sex life, why don’t you just use your other hand?” ~ Gabi

You want to count, Gabrielle? One! She sucked in a breath, mad enough the words slid right out. You asshole, one!

You don’t think those nasty thoughts about my sumisita, Kimberly.

the easiest way to keep a woman over your shoulder is with a hand on her ass, and the other between her legs.

You dickweed! Are you always stupid, or is today a special occasion?

The fun we’ll have tonight is called figging.

Whatever I want.

And since I am a man, I would appreciate it if you would cry for us both, gatita.

Right on the edge of fear was where trust could grow.

You don’t get a vote, honey.

Talk about insanity. Being attracted to deVries was like a month saying, “Hey, let’s go check out that awesome bonfire”.

If you keep all those thoughts inside, your brain will explode.

Why, thank you cariño,” he said.

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.

happy birthday to me.

New Englanders could be so brusque.

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.

Gabi to Marcus “I can’t believe out of one hundred thousand sperm, you were the fastest!

A bit.

He smiled. A sub shouldn’t be terrified, but a little anxiety was good.

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.

Feelings are feelings. They don’t have dumb or smart labels,

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.

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.

Please is a great word–and I intend to please. Me, for sure. Maybe even you.” Lindsey and deVries

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?

Dan sent me over to assist you and learn how to tend the bar.” Doms could be pain-in-the-ass mother hens.

That’s good to hear, Abby, since I need your breasts for a few minutes.

Whatever demon invented stiletto-heeled boots should roast in hell…

Dammit, why isn’t there a book with the answers in it?

Although he assumed she’d naturally submit to him, he obviously believed she was still her own person. A strong person.

I like carrying you.

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.

Atherton is invariably polite, but nobody in their right mind fucks with his trainees.