“All I can feel is your cock inside me, as it slides slowly in and then outof me. You are powerful and imposing as you begin to pick up the pace.You have become the centre of my entire universe. You...”

“Arch your back, Alisa show me that gorgeous ass. Show me what belongs to me.Your voice is enthralling; an intoxicating sound of pleasure andauthority. I obey willingly, closing my eyes as I do so....”

“With each impact you tell me that my body belongs to you; that I amyours to use, yours to punish and yours to screw. Your words are almost aspowerful as your hand. They leave me feeling breathless ...”

“You are so wet, you enthuse. See how much you love to be punished,little one?Yes, sir, I whimper, physically fighting the urge to push myself backonto your finger. I want you inside me so much. I w...”

“Put your hands up against the wall as well, you snarl and your voice isso close now I can feel your hot breath against my neck. The proximitymakes me feel even hornier.I comply immediately, feelin...”

“ Get up against that wall now lets see your face against the tiles.Your voice is little more than a growl and the instruction takes amoment to register. You push me up against the tiles, holding m...”

“Fear can be a potent aphrodisiac.”

“When the power of the shift rips the human body apart and transforms it into its new shape, there lives a second, less than a second, a mere shimmer of time when the mind is without a home, no body...”

“He moves suddenly so that his hand is cupping my sex, and one of his fingers sinks slowly into me. His other arm holds me firmly in place around my waist. This is mine, he whispers aggressively. Al...”

“Don't get your panties in such a twist... and give me back mine.”

“Listen, I'm bossy. I can't help it. It's who I am and what I do. I'm pushy and I like to take over. But I'm going to work really hard not to do so much and your going to try and accept me the way I...”

“Possess. Have. Hold. Enjoy. Control. Dominate. Pick your verb, Ms. Fairchild. I intend to explore so very many of them.”

“As long as there have been women." Mom told me, "there have been ways to punish them for being women.”

“In their silence they continued both to protect me and to punish me. The memory of that night was now the only tie between us, eclipsing everything else.”

“I'm more haunted by how what I've said and the things I've done have caused harm to myself and others than I am worried that God will punish me for being bad. Because in the end, we aren't punished...”