Good Girl…” He grins.

It’s like an itch, isn’t it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me.

You have chastised me, demeaned me and dismantled me, before bringing me back to life. Who would have thought all of this was possible in a grotty cubicle of the men’s room? You hold me...

Now, bend across the desk.

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

All I can feel is your cock inside me, as it slides slowly in and then outof me. You are powerful and imposing as you begin to pick up the pace.You have become the centre...

Come here.” He made the request, but she didn’t move. And it took every last drop of patience he could muster not to drag her into him by force. But Eve was not a damsel...

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.

No, but you do look like someone who knows his way around a pair of handcuffs.

boy parts” before.

There was no semblance of remorse on his stone-like face. He wanted me. That’s all there was to it. And he would have me, regardless if I wanted him to or not.

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...

From the way you say that, I’ll take it that the answer is yes.”There was the fire again. No direct answer, but the body language. Gorgeous. She bowed her head, unconsciously, submissively, as she questioned...

She was pure indulgence. Hot, liquid sin. That last piece of delectable chocolate cake you knew you should walk away from, but if you didn’t have at least one more taste, life wouldn’t be worth...

Lord. How many antidepressants can one person take? However much it is, I’m going to need the maximum dose if I make it out of this alive. -Dani Springman.

Don’t swallow.

Nicolai finally understood why every experience with Julianne felt new. He was born to create. Every breath he took fueled that need. He never believed a woman could give herself to him so sincerely that...

D/s can be dangerous, because it explores the most primitive sides of ourselves. Those involved must have a high degree of trust and very, very healthy devotion to one another. Like religion, it can be...

Love …is not enough. It’s something deeper, stronger, and harder, almost painful. Something I want to keep inside of me forever, but at the same time throw it away because I know having it so...

I am pleased,” he said with a rich throaty accent. My heart melted. Simple as they were, those three little words meant the world to me.

The life Julianne had chosen, the life she’d been lucky enough to achieve, required one thing and one thing only. The woman who lived it had to stand on her own two feet and face...

This wasn’t romance. This was a hardcore Master out and out driving her to the upper level of madness, where her body was going to come completely to pieces before he was done. Cruel, but...

Sometimes our balance has to be upset and our course reset in order to help us navigate to our final destination. This is my final destination and where I was meant to be.

I feel a deep sense of responsibility when I awaken a submissive. I know the imposters who prowl hoping to pounce on the untried.

and he’s one lucky bird, but he ain’t little.

The collar of Lars of Tassla fell away and clattered onto the tiles. katriana felt unable to breathe. Her neck, so long encased with the symbol of Lars’ ownership of her, seemed paradoxically to be...

Oh, Sir, don’t you know that on the edge of fear is where trust grows?

Socrates held up his hands, wiggling his fingers. “God gave me these hands to change the world, one child at a time.

Just keep on inspiring me, Alessandra, and see where it lands you.”The devil that flashed in Sabin’s eyes told her she’d just made a huge mistake.Torturous country music thoughts. What the hell is that? Whatever...

But then, if if sex were the same thing as math, a lot more people would be lining up to take calculus.

Alistair would never reject her, never make her feel ashamed of her desires…never make her hold back.” – Felicity (The Pleasure Room)

Do not shy away from the sensations I create, Cherry Blossom. Take pride in them, as I do.

What about it? Everyone loves that song.

I participate in BDSM, but I wasn’t abused as a child. I don’t hate women, or particularly enjoy hurting women. Sometimes I make them feel pain, but it’s consensual, it serves a purpose—to get them...

Writing a book is just reading one, except you get to choose the perfect ending everytime!

Why, oh why was I standing entranced when I should have been releasing my inner she wolf on his arse?

In my experience, the romance novels written about BDSM have about as much in common with actual BDSM relationships as a child playing with a jump rope.

You can’t make a woman love you. Not even with duct tape.