Funishment - not truly discipline.
Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir.
“Am I your dom, little rabbit?Yes. Her red-brown brows drew together. Whats wrong?Not a thing. He gave her a faint smile, and his gravelly voice deepened. I thought Id tell you were getting married ...”
“Gabi to Marcus "I can't believe out of one hundred thousand sperm, you were the fastest!”
“It's a girl thing, trying to change ourselves as if we can change our lives too.”
“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? With...”
“She couldnt take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditationfor romance. Or on a birthday cake at least.So where was the cake? The present? The son...”
“Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck.”
“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...”