I like when I hold you too.

Darlin’, I wasn’t just a Boy Scout, I was an Eagle Scout.

She realised she was whimpering. Sir held her closer, his hard grip reassuring. This wasn’t a dream; he really was here.

Some people – and a high percentage of submissives – wanted clear-cut rules. Preferred their duties laid out, like schedules and lists.

The suit? Where are your leathers or latex or…biker jacket or vest? And black? Did you forget to wear black?”He stared for a second, as if she’d turned into a drooling idiot, and then simply...

I wouldn’t do this if i didn’t care, but you mean everything to me, and if this is what you need, then this is what you’ll get. But we’re damned well going to work on...

You will let me hold you, and offer me some comfort in return.

He liked to touch, she realized. In bed, he kept his arms around her or a hand on her like now. The way he played with her breasts, or just touched her, or ran his...

If the goddess—and that would be me, by the way—is displeased, you’ll get bats in your hair and mice in your boots.

Coffee and chocolate—the inventor of mocha should be sainted.

Cages, spanking benches, sawhorses, bondage tables. Scene after scene. Throaty moans, high screams, whining, whimpering, and groaning. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. All his cop instincts shouted for him to get his cuffs out and start...

Bite me.

I do like seeing you in chains, darlin’.

The sound of his rough voice was…comforting, like there was safety wherever he was. Well, some safety…he certainly had an awful lot of sneaky tricks up his sleeve.

Funishment – not truly discipline.

Chocolate’s better than sex any day.

Hearts mend, but lost chances are gone forever.

It’s almost funny, but still, she ruined our scene.

the only thing men are fast at is sex.

You dumb-ass ape, get your hand off me. What—are you the first in your family to be born without a tail?

Have you gone crazy?””Have you gone crazy, Master.

You’ll get more…but it’ll be my way, not yours.

MacKensie, much as men don’t like to share this fact, we rarely die from not getting off.

You are such a sleazeball, Rhodes—walking, talking proof of why siblings shouldn’t marry.

I could tell you what I do and don’t do, but you wouldn’t believe a word I said. So let’s get this over with.

You, lass, have a self-image problem.”Well, that might be a little true, but she also had a mirror.

You little subs make me nervous. Being around you is too much like walking into a room filled with tiny kittens and trying not to step on one.

What the heck kind of name was Sir?

And I’m going to keep you.

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

By the way, you have a fine ass. Sir.

You’re very lovely, gatita.”Her brows pulled together, and she gave him a skeptical stare.”Do not look at your master as if he’s an idiot.

Yes, you are, aren’t you?

God, you’re uptight. Did the aliens maybe forget to remove your anal probe?

Any ham-handed idiot can make a woman scream. I prefer to assess…responsiveness.

He’d seen when she began to panic, but he hadn’t offered comfort like other Doms or changed his plans. He’d just waited her out. She could hate him a little for that.

Whatever I want, sweetheart.

I’m not likely to forget someone slapping my butt with a big piece of wood.

My God, no wonder people like being tied up.

A little insecurity in a submissive wasn’t a bad thing, but her doubts shouldn’t be whether the Dominant cared.

You see, when you’re excited, your body has trouble telling the difference between pain and pleasure.

I felt sorry for myself since my wimpy dom can’t catch a snail crossing the sidewalk.

And I enjoyed it very much. You have a very spankable ass, no?

You’re my hero, Rhage.”Ears pricked up, Rhage watched her closely. Anything she said was important to him, and how lovely was that?”I always thought I’d grow up and find my own hero.” Rainie grimaced at...

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...