It was as if the blinders to his vision had been lifted and he wanted to make up for every moment the two of them had missed.

She saw the shallow lines beaded with blood in her long mirror, and when he told her that she was beautiful, she believed him.

If my Master is lost, I'll find him. I'll lead him back to himself, because to serve doesn't always mean to follow.

Oh my God. Party punch. He’d brought a woman with the social age of twelve to the Citadel. He deserved everything he got.

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

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.

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.

What kind of slut do you think I am?”Theo bumped his hips against hers. “This might not be the best moment to ask me that.

Place thy foot upon thy slave,Oh thou, half of hell, half of dreams;Among the shadows, dark and grave,Thy extended body softly gleams.

That's it? That's all that happens after you topple from grace? We lose our rubies and rations?" Marshall smirked. "Woe is me.

She knew it wasn’t right, but this was the second time in her life when hurting a man’s feelings trumped assuaging her own.

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

Oh, was that what you meant? I figured you were speaking of your manner of whoring. I should have known you were wanting to fuck me too.

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.

I'm going to give you pleasure so good you'll forget your name... You're going to think my name is Yes, God Yes, or Fuck Yes.