Give me your wrists, Alayna. I sense your impatience, and I know exactly where you intend for those hands to go.

A master like Raoul looks for a woman whose need to serve and submit matches his need to protect and take command.

He needed the hand on his shoulder, the kiss to his temple and the hot, ragged breath of his Master over his face.

Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.

Get on your knees. I want you to feel me so deep that the belt is of little consequence when it comes to breathing.

I want to spank you, but also want to know you want it. I need to hear it sweetheart, tell me you deserve it…

Honey, letting us isn’t the issue. You either cooperate and get it done, or don’t-and still get it done.

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

A cage stokes our emotions and imaginations, regardless of whether you are inside looking out, or outside looking in.

Are you going to cry when you hand your Evie Girl over to me? You never cry for me. I think I’d like to see it.

There is a certain loveliness, I think, to performing deep cleaning in one’s underwear on a beautiful summer day.

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

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

Sticks and Stones may break my bones,but whips and chains excite me.So throw me down, tie me up,and show me how you like me.

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