Jack L. Pyke > Quotes

“That grin of his was torture on the balls.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Antidote

“Today had been a shit day, and it seemed I wasn’t about to climb down off the crap cart any time soon.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Don't...

“Psychopath." Martin sniffed and shifted his hands down his body to highlight the finery. "Born this way, fuckturd. Jack's the made in the UK sociopath. Don't you know the fucking difference?”
― Jack L. Pyke, Backlash

“The real beauty behind submission is defined by how a man submits with no chains present, no physical restraint, just a pure will to allow someone else to control the moment, here and on full and stunning display.”
― Jack L. Pyke , Breakdown

“You need a load of those yellow sticky papers to tattoo no trespassing over his ass, because, seriously, I'm all out.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Don't...

“How first loves and touches didn’t come close to being given the rare privilege of being someone’s last kiss.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Backlash

“I'd do the bastard, then hold the man for a lifetime afterwards.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Backlash

“Because you think you're a few revs short of the perfect engine he likes to drive?”
― Jack L. Pyke, Breakdown

“Kind of a Straight For You Thing?”
― Jack L. Pyke, Backlash

“Jack, you're a switch in every sense of the word.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Backlash

“I'm doing my job, Jan, and it's fucking killing me with how I'm being made to dance naked in different whore-house windows.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Backlash

“The shit bowl is always easier to clean once it's been flushed. You don't need to know who's sat and caused the stench.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Backlash

“Good," said Jack, "because if you get any closer to that car in front, the driver'll be sticking up a sign asking you to climb up through the back window and give him head before you fuck him up the ass, is all.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Backlash

“Well, it's better than those yellow sticky labels you suggested tagging to his ass, when we first met.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Backlash

“when an open sewage system had forced MPs out of the Houses of Parliament, with delicate handkerchiefs held up to their noses to escape the clash of the classes via their asses.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Backlash

“Gray, wearing nothing but a Santa’s hat, a black one, with BDSM badass printed on it? You holding a Santa, please stop here sign next to your ass, all wide-eyed, expectant, and on your knees?” Jack”
― Jack L. Pyke, Antidote

“I’d say perfectly balanced, but just fucking fuckable was all that came to mind around Gray. “Cosy.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Don't...

“But I didn’t relax. “Twenty-four hours, no longer,” said the voice. “And, Jack?” “What?” I spat. “Night, gorgeous.” I”
― Jack L. Pyke, Don't...

“He sounded so lute-like in the heat of sex, soft, gentle, something that could force you to follow him blindly into the woods and not give a fuck that he led you to be eaten by the big bad wolf. But he wasn’t a big bad wolf. Not yet.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Don't...

“Edging,” said Gray. “The ability to keep a sub in a heightened state of sexual arousal. Or in Jack terms: basic fucking self-control.” All humour had gone from his voice.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Antidote

“Two-way contract, Jack. That protection is there for you too.” A pause. “It always has been. I’m not about to let either of you get hurt, well, unless it turns you both on.” Was it any wonder I liked this guy? “I”
― Jack L. Pyke, Don't...

“Nothing was said, wounds just licked in private, in quiet.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Shaded Chains

“Table-play meant serious one-on-one time; Alex knew that. Ross lived for it.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Shaded Chains

“Gray hadn’t been laid in over six weeks, Jack only three, but if Gray said come, even sperm did a mass exodus for fear of going one-on-one with the man. Jack was going down, and he was going down, in Jack’s words, hard-fucked style. Giving”
― Jack L. Pyke, Antidote

“There was this element to Gray, the part that always forced you to avoid his eyes at all costs. He could steal your soul with a look, necromance it, strip it bare, all to run it through his fingers, untangle the strands, then hand it back with a smile knowing every fault and flaw about you. “I’m”
― Jack L. Pyke, Don't...

“Had to be me. Christ knows I attracted the crackpots.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Don't...

“He'd drawn the single link to a chain, shading it the best he could, finishing it off with the single message: Missing, link...”
― Jack L. Pyke, Shaded Chains

“Well,” I said, “glad I could be of service, sir.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Don't...

“Will you allow Gray to re-Master you, Jack?” Name the time, date, place, and I’d be there, saddle thrown over shoulder, cowboy hat on, naked, willing to ride the rough until he stopped bucking through exhaustion, but for all of the smart-ass answers I could have used, “Please,” was the only breathed reply I managed.”
― Jack L. Pyke, Antidote