Nicky F. Grant > Quotes

“With a ring, I promised to love her. With a collar, I promised to protect her. With rope, I will promise to be bonded to her.”
― Nicky F. Grant, Beyond Her Desire

“Care to join us tonight, Gavin?” Damien inquired. “It’s been a while.” Master Damien loved his wife and would go to great lengths to satisfy her needs and desires, even if it meant inviting other Dominants into their scenes.”
― Nicky F. Grant, Beyond the Masks

“I mean, I want...” She cupped his face, and a frown marred his beautiful features. “I want you to do things to me. Hurt me.”
― Nicky F. Grant, Beyond the Truth

“In order to contain the love freely given in a marriage like mine, a Master must mold it and care for it, never to let it outgrow the bonds we have promised each other. Fox doesn’t stand a chance. A gentleman Dom agreement exchanges across the table. He would have my wife, the way I would allow it.”
― Nicky F. Grant, Beyond Her Desire

“You know those aren’t bluebirds.” He shrugged running his fingers through her hair. “What are they then?” “They’re swallows.” Her contagious laughter swept any last fear of loneliness into the air. “That would make for an interesting nickname, wouldn’t it?” She shifted between his legs running a slow hand over his clothed erection. Her tone suddenly dripped with a filthy timbre. “Maybe.” “Jo…” He feigned a warning in spite of the painful hard-on. She slipped his boxers off and tossed them on the floor. His cock jutted to his navel and she moved it, then lowered her mouth and kissed it once, twice. “Let’s see if the name suits the owner.” Her lips sheathed him in a slow, agonizing descent.”
― Nicky F. Grant, Beyond the Truth

“I lift my fist, and he smoothed open my palm. The gleaming metal sparked his promise of symmetry and motion. “Collar me, slave.” The links had been meant as a gift to show my heart’s possession to my Dominant. But what Damien had done that day at our ceremony, and here now in our bedroom, was tell me he belonged to me. With the cuff links secured around his wrists, I owned him.”
― Nicky F. Grant, Beyond Her Desire

“I’m not your conventional kind of”—she air quoted—“ girlfriend.” “Fuck conventional.” He kissed her lips; everything felt right. Her. Him. Together.”
― Nicky F. Grant, Beyond the Truth

“I inhale her extravagant and bewitching scent. Hypnotic Poison. Even without the perfume, she exudes the flavor and scent of a potion meant for only me to taste and consume. I growl. “I want to eat you.” She giggles. “Master…” She pulls back, and I touch her round face. “I do. Not just here.” I trail a finger to her pussy. “But all of you, Brit.”
― Nicky F. Grant, Beyond Her Desire

“Damien’s thumb brushes over my lips as I follow his lead. “Fox, what do you think of her lips?” A pause. My stomach sinks, hoping Fox will find enjoyment tonight. “They’re tempting. A siren of danger. One kiss and the world would end.” “Her lips are poison to a man’s soul. The day I stole her kiss, she was truly the thief.”
― Nicky F. Grant, Beyond Her Desire