“His look darkens and he heaves me against his chest forcing me to look at him. “What I do know is that you are disrespectful and disobedient. And that is something that we have to change, don’t we?”
“I’m thinking ahead, imagining what our lives together would be like once we’re free from this hell and allowed to live and let go. You know? Really let go of our pain and finally enjoy each other … you and me.”
“You have a gorgeous ass, and it holds handprints beautifully.” Oh, well, how nice for me.”
“You don’t speak again, unless to use your safe word or yellow to indicate you’re frightened.” “I was at yellow the minute I walked in the door.”
“This is going to hurt, isn’t it?” “Yes it is.” ”Am I allowed to call you names?” It was very very hard not to laugh. Impertinent little brat.”
“Heck, that woman out there looked like she was getting more from one kiss than Jessica had ever gotten from the whole insert-dick-move-around shebang.”
“No, no, I don’t want that.” “I didn’t ask.”
“A little insecurity in a submissive wasn’t a bad thing, but her doubts shouldn’t be whether the Dominant cared.”
“...Gabrielle and Elaine seemed to hit it off by talking books — something trending about a very young billionaire and his obsession with an even younger woman...and sex. Lots of erotic sex scenes in the book like apparently on every page...Who has time? Why even read about sex in a book when you can have it instead? I don t get that. And billionaires in their twenties? I mentally shook my head and pretended to care. I m such a bastard.”
“We were in the middle of a scene, and this crazy woman comes roaring out of the crowd, screaming, grabs my whip, and damned if she didn’t punch me.” Rubbing his reddened chin, the man’s lips curved a little. “It’s almost funny, but still, she ruined our scene.”
“You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t care, Abby.” “I don’t.” She glared at him, so full of life she almost glowed. “You do.” He kissed the pouting lips lightly. “And I’m going to keep you.”
“We’re wasting time here. I’ve got a sweet ass to paddle. Some legs to spread…”
“I need your submission too, but only if it’s real. If you’re really not feeling it, then don’t pretend. Make me earn it.”
“Those tingles she’d felt in her abdomen spread lower. Her body recognised her lover’s voice, wanted him.”
“Okay?” Even if she deserved to be punished, he always let her know he cared about her.”
“The collar represented something of big importance to her. He knew she saw it as losing who she was. He saw it as her trusting him enough to let him be in charge.”
“I won’t have people judging you because of this.”