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175 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 1, 2010





















I want her fear, desperation, complete and total obedience. And I am willing to wait for it.
He always gave me choices. Or maybe what he gave me was force wrapped in the pretty package of pretend free will.

I'd been irrevocably changed, and no one wanted to accept it, not even me.

I couldn't bring myself to hate him.
But it wasn't love either. What we shared was deeper than love. It was a mad and unyielding obsession, and it was mutual. And the flames from it would likely kill one of us some day. Probably me. I couldn't bring myself to care. I'd rather have this intensity with him than a hundred years of mediocrity with another.

I wondered again if he believed freeing me had been a cruelty or a kindness, if he thought he’d done something wrong in taking me. I wondered if he regretted letting me go, and if he ever thought of me or dreamed of me as I did him. Surely my obsession couldn’t now be greater than his.
~ Emily ~

“He always gave me choices. Or maybe what he gave me was force wrapped in the pretty package of pretend free will.”
“I was starting to feel safe with him. He’d gone from being just my tormentor to being my tormentor and protector, though I needed protection from nothing but him.”
“Every touch, every caress, every lash of the whip, crop, or cane. It was all communication, a private conversation that no one else could intrude upon.”

“I came to trust him more than I’d ever trusted anyone. Because even if he was a monster, he followed his own rules. And he was my monster.”

"He was everything. We communicated on the primal level of touch. Dominance and submission. Master and slave. Nothing else was required."
"It didn't matter anymore because we were both insane. How can the crazy judge the crazy? He was a sadist, and he'd trained me into the perfect masochist."
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No matter how desperately I wanted to, I couldn’t bring myself to hate him. But it wasn’t love either. What we shared was deeper than love. It was a mad and unyielding obsession, and it was mutual. And the flames from it would likely kill one of us some day. Probably me. I couldn’t bring myself to care. I’d rather have this intensity with him than a hundred years of mediocrity with another.

“He always gave me choices. Or maybe what he gave me was force wrapped in the pretty package of pretend free will.”