Cherise Sinclair Quotes

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

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

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.

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.

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~

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

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.

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

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

What the heck kind of name was Sir?

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

...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.

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

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

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

A girl could get to hate Doms.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

No, no, I don’t want that.”“I didn’t ask.

New Englanders could be so brusque.

Have you gone crazy?".

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

What we have here is a failure to communicate.

Funishment - not truly discipline.

What are you doing?”“Whatever I want.

I’m a firm believer in equality at all times

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?

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.

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.

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.

Chocolate's better than sex any day.

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

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.