S&M is as psychological as it is physical and sexual, Zach. Imagine being as deep inside a woman’s mind as you are inside her body.

The master. The monster. The beautiful sadist. That was the secret she never told anyone, not even herself, that she loved him more for his cruelties than his mercies.

You are not allowed to get lost unless I want to lose you. You aren’t allowed to be found, unless it’s me doing the finding. And the only way you’re allowed to die is if I choose to kill you with my own hands. Your life doesn’t belong to you anymore, and if I have to murder you tonight and paint the snow with your blood to make you understand that, I will. You are mine, Kingsley. End of discussion.

Don't even think about it." Søren said as Kingsley pulled his coat and gloves off."I'm always thinking about it." Kingsley said. "I brought the lube.""Kingsley, it's not even five in the morning yet.""You beat me this early before.""I was attempting to wake you up.""With your alarm cock?

Busy day ahead. Things to do. People to beat. A Dominatrix's work was never done.

Keeping me a virgin waiting for him for so long proved he owned me even more than fucking me would have.

You are something different – something some people find strange and fearful – but what you are is as natural as being male or female.

You call the police if your car gets stolen. You don’t call them for anything that matters.

But I wasn't done," she pouted, no longer hungry for anything but him. "Yes, you were.""Yes, sir.""Lay down on your back.""Very yes, sir.