Gabi to Marcus "I can't believe out of one hundred thousand sperm, you were the fastest!

Whatever demon invented stiletto-heeled boots should roast in hell...

Am I your dom, little rabbit?”“Yes.” Her red-brown brows drew together. “What’s wrong?”“Not a thing.” He gave her a faint smile, and his gravelly voice deepened. “I thought I’d tell you we’re getting married next month.”~Nolan and Beth~

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

Have you gone crazy?".

I’m a firm believer in equality at all times—”“At all times,” he repeated. “However, in the bedroom or in the club, I am a lot more equal than you.

You spanked me,” she told him.“I did.” He lifted her shoulders high enough to push a wedge pillow under the pad. “And I enjoyed it very much. You have a very spankable ass, no?

She rubbed her cheek on his chest like a sleepy cat. “I like when you hold me.”Dios, she was going to break his heart. “I like when I hold you too.

I’m a firm believer in equality at all times

You're very lovely, gatita."Her brows pulled together, and she gave him a skeptical stare."Do not look at your master as if he's an idiot.

You’re so damn big,” she whispered.“Why, thank you cariño,” he said.

It's a girl thing, trying to change ourselves as if we can change our lives too.

You see, when you're excited, your body has trouble telling the difference between pain and pleasure.

Thus, she had learned a romance book was fiction. A hero who truly cared for the heroine was called a fantasy.

the only thing men are fast at is sex.

Gabi glared. "If you want to add some variety to your sex life, why don't you just use your other hand?

He liked to touch, she realized. In bed, he kept his arms around her or a hand on her like now. The way he played with her breasts, or just touched her, or ran his hands over her body, made her feel so...so beautiful, Desirable.

If you want to add some variety to your sex life, why don't you just use your other hand?" ~ Gabi

Talk about insanity. Being attracted to deVries was like a month saying, "Hey, let's go check out that awesome bonfire".

Talk about insanity. Being attracted to deVries was like a moth saying, "Hey, let's go check out that awesome bonfire".

I'm a big man, sugar. When I come down on a woman, I want soft, not a bundle of sticks that I might break." - Logan

Feelings are feelings. They don't have dumb or smart labels,

When something horrible happens, your brain doesn't process the memories right. It stores everything-- sounds, pain, smells, feelings-- all mixed up. It doesn't matter if you believed it or it made sense; it gets stored.

Marcus stepped behind the bar, saying, “Dan sent me over to assist you and learn how to tend the bar.” Doms could be pain-in-the-ass mother hens.

MacKensie, much as men don't like to share this fact, we rarely die from not getting off.

Impertinent submissive,” Raoul snapped, and his dark brown eyes turned mean. “Nothing new for this one. You're doing a lousy job of bringing her to heel, Marcus.”“Bring me to heel? Like I'm a dog?” Without thinking, Gabi instinctively yanked away and snapped out, “Bite me.

She couldn’t take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation…for romance. Or on a birthday cake at least.So where was the cake? The present? The song? As he stepped closer to her—as the damned flame got way too close—she started singing. “Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me…” Marcus paused, looking at her in disbelief. See. I knew he didn’t have a sense of humor. “Happy birthday, dear Gabi”—she lifted her head and blew out the candle—“happy birthday to me.

God, you’re uptight. Did the aliens maybe forget to remove your anal probe?

Awww, that's sweet. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a well-made implement of pain.

Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck.

You mean you’re not God? Nooo, say it isn’t so!

She took a second look at him, at his fancy tailored suit. Dark gray with pinstripes. Oh please, like she’d really believe he was a dom at all? “Gabrielle Anderson. Are you sure you’re Master Marcus?”“Why would you think I’m not Master Marcus?” he asked. Well, good grief. She waved a hand at him and kept the duh from slipping out. Just in case he really was Master Marcus. Maybe he hadn’t changed yet or something. “The suit? Where are your leathers or latex or…biker jacket or vest? And black? Did you forget to wear black?”He stared for a second, as if she’d turned into a drooling idiot, and then simply roared. Deep, full laughter—amazing coming from someone who looked like he should have a stick up his ass.

You little subs make me nervous. Being around you is too much like walking into a room filled with tiny kittens and trying not to step on one.

You dickweed! Are you always stupid, or is today a special occasion?

You know how really big guys are always nicknamed Tiny?" She didn’t wait for any response, afraid she’d chicken out. "Guess that would make you Master Munchkin, huh?

Toys? When a man—a dom—said toys, he didn’t mean stuffed animals or baseballs.

Chocolate's better than sex any day.

I'm not likely to forget someone slapping my butt with a big piece of wood.

What we have here is a failure to communicate.

You dumb-ass ape, get your hand off me. What—are you the first in your family to be born without a tail?

By the way, you have a fine ass. Sir.

I felt sorry for myself since my wimpy dom can’t catch a snail crossing the sidewalk.

Okay, you’re older. Not much, really. And considering you love staying in shape and I refuse to run, we’ll probably get all old and crippled at the same time. If not, then I’ll learn to use a cane, and I’ll get to beat on your ass for a change.

And since I am a man, I would appreciate it if you would cry for us both, gatita.

A good relationship is a two-way street, gatita. Submitting and serving is equaled by a master’s need to take control, to protect, to make someone happy.

If you keep all those thoughts inside, your brain will explode.

You want to count, Gabrielle? One! She sucked in a breath, mad enough the words slid right out. You asshole, one!

An older dom snorted. “Atherton uses the word escort loosely. The last time someone messed with a trainee, he threw the guy across the bar. Strolled over, waited for the idiot to stand up, punched his lights out, and dragged him by his jacket collar out of the place. Escorted him, my ass. Didn’t even wrinkle that fancy suit.” He took a sip of his beer and added, “Atherton is invariably polite, but nobody in their right mind fucks with his trainees.

Darlin’, I wasn’t just a Boy Scout, I was an Eagle Scout.

And he calls it playing? Like, whatever happened to chess? Or cards? Or tag?

You have a piercing.” “So I do.”“Didn’t that hurt?”“A bit.

Dammit, why isn’t there a book with the answers in it?

Any ham-handed idiot can make a woman scream. I prefer to assess…responsiveness.

If you are with me long, I will begin to spell Master with two M’s.

You are such a sleazeball, Rhodes—walking, talking proof of why siblings shouldn’t marry.

The fun we’ll have tonight is called figging.

A girl could get to hate Doms.

New Englanders could be so brusque.

So, so sorry. Really sorry. Master. Sir. Emperor of the world. God of the universe.

You know I still don’t like your…hobby.”“Didn’t ask your opinion.” Jake rubbed his aching ribs. “If you want mine: anyone using the missionary position twice in a row should serve time.

Hey, I see people manacled to log walls all the time. You bet. It’s a popular sport in Bear Flat. Gonna replace fishing soon.

If the goddess—and that would be me, by the way—is displeased, you’ll get bats in your hair and mice in your boots.

Right on the edge of fear was where trust could grow.

Sex is a team sport, sugar.

He smiled. A sub shouldn’t be terrified, but a little anxiety was good.

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

But, chiquita, you must understand that while you are here, I expect you to come to me and share your fears. Even if I am the one causing them.

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

Look at me, sugar.” She lifted her eyes, and he wiped away the tear that spilled over. “I could tell you what I do and don't do, but you wouldn't believe a word I said. So let's get this over with.

The sound of his rough voice was…comforting, like there was safety wherever he was. Well, some safety…he certainly had an awful lot of sneaky tricks up his sleeve.

He'd seen when she began to panic, but he hadn't offered comfort like other Doms or changed his plans. He'd just waited her out. She could hate him a little for that.

You have a gorgeous ass, and it holds handprints beautiful

What are you doing?”“Whatever I want.

Now, can I help you with something? I’m new, but I’ll do my best to figure out how to get what you need.”…“That’s good to hear, Abby, since I need your breasts for a few minutes.

To have to perform a scene, a punishment scene like that, was extremely unpleasant. It bothered me to hurt you, Jessica,” he growled. “You will let me hold you, and offer me some comfort in return.

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.

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.

This is the owner of Dark Haven. Master Xavier. Call him ‘my liege.’”Xavier sighed. He had no idea who’d first given him that title, but the submissives took such delight in it, he’d allowed it to continue.

My cousin fell in love with a dom, so I checked into it to see if I needed to kill him before they got married.

Put me down.”“Nope.” He held her snuggled to his bare chest, tipping her up so he could rub his cheek against hers. “I like carrying you.

When I want to.” He ran his finger over her lips. “You don’t get a vote, honey.

No. No, I don’t want my hands restrained.”“Yes. You do.

He caught her staring and smiled-not a conceited I-work-out-and-have-a-great-body type smirk, but more of a I’m-a-boy; you’re-a-girl; life is good.

Use your safe word if you get scared, honey.”“I’m fine.” Her voice came out husky.“Yes, you are, aren’t you?

Damn, you’re soft. I have trouble keeping my hands off y

...some people become hypercritical when stressed.Then again, he hadn't been stressed last week. She giggled, remembering how he'd instructed her on the proper way to fold hand towels. Talk about nitpicky. Perhaps this would be a good time to call it quits.

You're my hero, Rhage."Ears pricked up, Rhage watched her closely. Anything she said was important to him, and how lovely was that?"I always thought I'd grow up and find my own hero." Rainie grimaced at herself in the mirror. Obviously she shouldn't have wasted her youth on reading and daydreaming. "But I gave up; I'm not holding out for a hero anymore.

what you need and what you want aren't the same things,

People—especially men—don't always know what they want. You try, and if it doesn't work, then you may qui

What the heck kind of name was Sir?

Be brave, little rabbit. Take a chance.

It's hard for an educated woman to turn her head off. That's part of the joy of being a submissive. None of the decisions are yours. When you can't refuse anything and can't even move, those voices in your head go silent. All you can do, and all you are permitted to do, is feel.

the easiest way to keep a woman over your shoulder is with a hand on her ass, and the other between her legs.

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.

There was a fine line between fear that would excite and fear that would paralyze the senses.

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

Funishment - not truly discipline.

You, lass, have a self-image problem.”Well, that might be a little true, but she also had a mirror.

What are you doing?” Her voice shook.“Whatever I want, sweetheart.

Master, don’t. Please.”“Please is a great word–and I intend to please. Me, for sure. Maybe even you.” Lindsey and deVries

That’s means you’re mine. Mine to care for.” He ran his thumb over her full lower lip. “Mine to fuck.” He leaned forward, his mouth an inch from hers. “And mine to protect. Don’t forget that.” Zander deVries

I wouldn't do this if i didn't care, but you mean everything to me, and if this is what you need, then this is what you'll get. But we're damned well going to work on changing this association between caring and spanking.