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212 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 30, 2015


“I don’t want your pretty whore tricks. I want to use you. I want your body to be mine.”


“I fucking paid for you, and I want to play with you. I don’t want to talk anymore.”
"Violence and poetry.
Choking and kissing.
Degradation and caring."














“You don’t get to know my name. You don’t get anything from me but what I want to give you. Cock, yes. But first, a little pain.”
“You’re so juicy from having your pussy whipped, it’s dripping onto the bed. You’re making a fucking mess, you little pain slut.”

“You can see me, starshine. You can see all of me.”
“That’s what he said, but all I really absorbed was “I can make you feel.”
Her heart breaks in a smile—and she is lustUgh this is the best so far. I read (almost)everything from Annabel Joseph. She's one of my fave BDSM author. For real. She never write Dom wannabe and that's what I'm searching for. Torment Me was such a guilty pleasure and I enjoyed it very much.
Mine also, little painted poem of God.
“When you’re mine, only mine, we can do this all the time,” he said. “I can gag you and hurt you and make you come and come and come until you can’t stand it. We can fluid bond, and go bareback, and I’ll come in you over and over, until my cum’s dripping out of you like a fucking waterfall. I’d like that, Chere. You suit me perfectly, and I hate to share. I’ll pay not to share you.”


No one else had ever made me feel the way he made me feel, and I feared no one else in my life ever would.
“He made no sense. Violence and poetry. Choking and kissing. Degradation and caring.”
“He was the Resurrection Man. Or the Erection Man.”
“He’d given me more than any other client, and yet refused to give me anything at all.”
“…and I realized that the only reason I ever pulled away from him was to be pulled back.”
“Shakespeare. Jesus Christ. He was bringing out the big guns.”
“Love lies. Love flies. Love dies.”







”He made no sense. Violence and poetry. Choking and kissing. Degradation and caring."
”He’d taken me from too-much to too-fucking-much.”