Bdsm Quotes - Page 5

Little girl, you could wrap my cock in duct tape, and I'll still make you see God.

Socrates held up his hands, wiggling his fingers. "God gave me these hands to change the world, one child at a time.

It’s not funny. How would you like it if your balls fled in fear? My balls haven’t been this frightened since I dove into the icy water at the Polar Bear Plunge my first year of high school.

She blinks up at me, eyes unfocused, and grooves crease her forehead. “Where did you go, gorgeous girl?

To have to perform a scene, a punishment scene like that, was extremely unpleasant. It bothered me to hurt you, Jessica,” he growled. “You will let me hold you, and offer me some comfort in return.

He wondered what she would taste of — fantasized about how gunpowder and scorched earth would weigh on his tongue.

If we wed, Milady, you will belong to me. Your rank will be my rank, and your station will be this croft. I hold that a husband must have his way with his wife in his bed and in his house, and that if she refuses him his way, he must chastise her until she is ready to please him. You will card, and you will spin, and you will cook what I bring in to you, and when I call you to my bed, you will come, and I will have my way.

I will teach you in time, but for now restrain me and have your way with me. I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.” -Jake

Behave," Kurt said, and slapped her buttocks. "Didn't I tell you to be still? Your job is to focus on my will and let me use your body. It's here for my pleasure, remember?

You have a gorgeous ass, and it holds handprints beautiful

Much though we like these panties," he says, tugging at the small material covering my pulsating sex, "they're only going to be in the way...

And if we're talking flaws - I get a kick out of flogging people, then fucking them."Warmth ran up Sam's spine. "That's a flaw?"Michael grinned. "Only to some.

A little insecurity in a submissive wasn’t a bad thing, but her doubts shouldn’t be whether the Dominant cared.

I'm a big man, sugar. When I come down on a woman, I want soft, not a bundle of sticks that I might break." - Logan

Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.

Get on your knees. I want you to feel me so deep that the belt is of little consequence when it comes to breathing.

Because I need it," I screamed. "I tried. I tried to stop once I got my license and be normal. But.. I needed it. My body craved it the more I denied that part of me. I need to be spanked. To be dominated. Because it's in those moments when I truly feel like myself.

Turn around.”Only two words, but they deliver such a sensual threat.I do as you ask without question. You are right behind me, breathing hard into the small of my neck, where I like to be kissed.

It’s time, little one,” he coaxes from above me.I take a deep breath as I crawl to where he instructs me. My heart is racing and I feel like tears could be close again. But I am resolved. I am going to do this. I know my own wilful obstinacy will see me into the stocks and from there it really is up to Shaw. He positions me in front of the stocks and waits a few seconds, letting me absorb their magnitude, before speaking.“Kneel.”Just one word but it seals my fate. I comply immediately, wordlessly, allowing my terror to turn into the first shoots of arousal. This is really happening…

I'm going to give you pleasure so good you'll forget your name... You're going to think my name is Yes, God Yes, or Fuck Yes.

He spanks me again, and again, and again. I lose count after ten strikes, too consumed with the aching sensation spreading across the lower half of my torso. Eventually, I hear myself gasp and moan at each strike, the sting intensifying as my flesh warms with every blow.

Shall I pour for you madam?” he asks. It is an appropriate question and yet he makes it sound like a scorching proposal…“Mmmm, please,” is all I manage in reply.I watch him filling the crystal flutes one at a time. He is meticulous and seems to deliberately take a long time to complete the job. The room is silent – except, it seems, for the sounds of my excited breathing. “Is there anything else I can do to help you enjoy your stay?” he probes, raising one dark eyebrow ever so slightly...

There is, in fact, no safeword for chemical burns under one’s fingernails.

the easiest way to keep a woman over your shoulder is with a hand on her ass, and the other between her legs.

Do not shy away from the sensations I create, Cherry Blossom. Take pride in them, as I do.

It was knock or go home and die. Rase knocked. tThe door opened with such alacrity that Rase wondered whether Gabriel had been standing on the other side, drawn to the door by the same uncanny instinct that had inspired him to torment Rase. t"You said anytime," Rase said, before Gabriel could say anything. t"I did." Gabriel seemed unperturbed at having his employer show up at his door. He stepped back to let Rase in. tRase had been expecting something in keeping with the rest of the building. Instead, Gabriel's apartment was shabby but spotless. It was one main room with a niche for the kitchen and a tiny bathroom that Rase could see through a narrow door that stood ajar. He walked to the center of the room and found himself only feet from Gabriel's bed, a sizable bed with a heavy iron frame. That stopped him in his tracks, and he stood there, wondering what to do with himself. t"Beer?" Gabriel was so close that Rase could feel Gabriel's breath on his hair. t"This isn't a social call," Rase said, not even trying to keep his voice steady. t"Then why are your clothes still on?

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. “All mine. Do you understand?” He eases his finger in and out as he gazes down at me, gauging my reaction, his eyes burning.“Yes, yours…”Abruptly, he moves, doing several things at once: Withdrawing his fingers, leaving me wanting, unzipping his fly, and pushing me down onto the couch so he’s lying on top of me.“Hands on your head,” he commands through gritted teeth as he kneels up, forcing my legs wider…“We don’t have long. This will be quick, and it’s for me, not you. Do you understand?Don’t come, or I will spank you,” he says through clenched teeth.

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 are everything Ican feel, everything I can see, hear and smell; all that I know. This is ofcourse, exactly how you like it and exactly as it should be.

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.

Show me someone who practices the petty theft of floggers, and I'll show you a hard on.

Her mascara ran in streaksdown her facelipstick smeared across heralabaster cheeks like a porcelaindoll that had been flung aroundbefore the paint had dried....barely blinkingeyes like content little sunspoking through dark mascaracloudsshe is brokenyet whole at the same timeand she belongs

Sculpt my body into what you see in your mind … into what you desire. Paint me with marks, bruises and bites. Please, Damon, do whatever you crave … what you need to keep only wanting me.

A cage stokes our emotions and imaginations, regardless of whether you are inside looking out, or outside looking in.

How you felt?" he asks, still looking like he's trying to hide a smirk."Oh, shut up. I'm going now. I'm sorry I bothered you, your Highness of Reindeerness," I say, with more than a little sarcasm. "I promise not to ever disturb you again.

Her intensity often surprises and mystifies the people within the Warrior Princess Submissive's circle of associates. They will occasionally forget how deeply she feels and believes in her causes and, as a result, suddenly find themselves being pummeled in a debate that they hadn't expected, nor wanted.

Sex is a team sport, sugar.

She saw the shallow lines beaded with blood in her long mirror, and when he told her that she was beautiful, she believed him.

Let’s just say Noah and Flynn enjoy the chase, and when they catch their woman, they keep her tied so she stays caught when they play.

How far will you run, before you realize you're not running away from me? You're running to me.

E L James, Party Games you’re looking kind of smug inserting that god damn anal plug giving me your kinky love after writing Fifty Shades you’re acting like some kind of renegade giving me your kinky love sit me on a dildo and spin me right around chain me up and hang me upside down giving me your kinky love god damn you E L James making me into some kind of party game giving me your kinky love put me in a dream and wheel in the Fucking Machine god damn you E L James spank a hand on my bum see how much I can cum god damn you E L James stand me up and sit me down lay me out and roll me about god damn you E L James BDSM electro impulses up my brainstem god damn you E L James cast me in a submissive role-play with my genitals on display god damn you E L James suspend me high in the air slap me around like I don’t care god damn you E L James take that whip off the shelf make me forget myself god damn you E L James Why are you wearing oven mittens? branding iron your name written inner goddess don’t keep in hidden god damn you E L James holy crap my mind has snapped to forget one thing that I have heard I’m never going to use the safe-word god damn you E L James By R.M.Romarney

She wanted to know what his body would feel like under her hands. Her palms slid, almost as if under someone else’s control, under his jacket until she embraced his waist. His jacket, now parted on either side of her, left only a thin shirt and her dress between her belly and the ridges she felt across his abdomen. She was right about what she’d imagined under his suit.

Are you going to cry when you hand your Evie Girl over to me? You never cry for me. I think I’d like to see it.

The word 'teach' suddenly conveys a sense of menace that is foreign to me.

Theo was so pleased with her, so proud of her. In love with her, whatever love was.

I concentrate intently on counting: hearing my voice break as the torment and torture builds; fingering myself intensely at his instruction. As we get past ten I slip up; overwhelmed by the sensations wracking my body, I realise in horror that I don’t know which number is next.

It's like an itch, isn't it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me.

Before I could process the question, from the back side was a soft 'snick" as the cross was adjusted to my height and the ankle clamps latched down. My hands were free, but I wasn't going anywhere. My gasp must have been audible as this was not part of my design, but I was thinking I needed to have mine re-fitted.

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. I want you to useme. I need you to take what belongs to you. I spread my legs even furtherapart, using the wall to keep me in place and push my glistening pussy outtowards you.

I’ve told you before, ma chérie, love is not about submission. It is the willingness to give of yourself. That is a great power and gift, if you allow yourself to wield it.

Her voice was a sensual, confiding whisper, and he clung to ever rapturous word."You take the grenade, I'll take the pin.

One cowboy is never enough.

He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her into him with an unyielding strength. She’d been unmistakably seized.

Manly? And what would a kid like you know about manly? Have you even started shaving yet?""Only my balls, sir.

I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to make you very uncomfortable tonight, but you're going to be safe. Do you trust me?

He was responsible for my peaks and valleys, the pulsating waves and earth-shattering releases. It didn’t matter if I was bound or not, whether we fucked or made love, he was in control. The reality was he was always in control.

This wasn’t romance. This was a hardcore Master out and out driving her to the upper level of madness, where her body was going to come completely to pieces before he was done. Cruel, but she craved his brand of cruelty.

She knew it wasn’t right, but this was the second time in her life when hurting a man’s feelings trumped assuaging her own.

When he sees my pain, the old and new, he pushes me to give it to him. To give in to his need to consume all of it and make it his.

His look darkens and he heaves me against his chest forcing me to look at him. “What I do know is that you are disrespectful and disobedient. And that is something that we have to change, don’t we?

Honey, letting us isn’t the issue. You either cooperate and get it done, or don’t-and still get it done.