When they figure out how to bottle up orgasms and sell them as a food additive, I'll be first in line.

My sub doesn't pay for me,” he says, pulling me to my feet. “That just doesn't happen.”“But we ordered so much,” I say helplessly.“It made you happy,” he says simply. “Now I get to play with you. And that makes me happy.”“I don't think it's that simple an equation.”“Maybe not,” he concedes. “But then, if if sex were the same thing as math, a lot more people would be lining up to take calculus.

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.

She let out the breath she knew full well she’d been holding.

Identities were like teeth: hard to maintain and easy to lose, but people tended to look at you funny when you were missing one.

Fuck you.”Finn glanced her over, once, leisurely, and when his eyes returned to her flushed and angry face, he said, “You certainly did.