People are using the lifestyle to serve their selfishness, not their partners. So much of it is based on pleasure only, rather than love. ~Lucian Bane~

When I look in the mirror… I know that I belong to him…that I will never be the same again. I’ve let him punish me…

Nothing is as deadly as the love of a powerful man.

I want you to be afraid of making me angry…this will help you to remember how to behave.

Quit looking at me like that or I swear I’m going to spank that pretty little mouth of yours with my lips,” said Jack in a tone only Kate could hear.

I’m the answer to her pain. She’s my answer for the need for it.

I like the idea of you on an island…””Oh…why’s that?” She’s squinting up at me, her eyes brighter than the sea in the setting sun.”I could keep you all to myself. You’d be trapped, only...

Well. We’re well and truly screwed now.

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.

Acting so obviously submissive to Max around strangers, I felt a lot of humiliation. The looks from people, the comments. But I also felt this strange sense of pride. I am his possession, his property....

He had a hungry look in his eyes and it frightened her.

I’m silenced by his right hand cupping my chin and ear, his left hand flattening against my ribs as he gently pushes me back against the wall. I can feel the brick pressing into my...

I want to take you under the moonlight.

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...

I have to have you.

I’ve never felt remorse before. It’s disgusting.

And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

A lot can happen in a heartbeat though. Even a really fast one. Lives crumble in a heartbeat. Promises are lost in a heartbeat.

Life bends us, shapes us, molds us, makes us, and breaks us.” ~Lucian Bane~

I no longer fear the pain…I fear no release from this torture…knowing that I’ve hurt him and he can’t forgive me…that he won’t be able to make me his good girl again.

My Wife, I get to keep you forever. ~Lucian Bane~

What? Don’t you want a girl who can talk dirty to you?”His look only hardens. “No, Lucy. I’m serious. I won’t tolerate that from you.” He doesn’t look away and I feel that heat in...

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres! ~Lucian Bane~

He gets hard seeing his marks on me. I get wet knowing this. I don’t try to analyze it. It’s just us.