D S Quotes

“Take this fucking thing off me!" he demanded.

"Good morning to you too, Nick," Damian said mildly. He unlocked the door without haste and went to his office, Nick dogging his every footstep.

"Did you --?"

"I didn't touch it or myself. Take it off right now!" Nick said angrily.

Damian sat down and motioned Nick closer. "We're going to have to have a talk about topping from the bottom. I don't allow that, pet.”
― Catt Ford, A Strong Hand

“Shut up. Take down your pants. I'm going to mark you as mine."

Nick squeaked and held onto his belt, fighting Damian for possession of it. "Here? Everyone will hear. They'll know!"

"I want them to know," Damian said, winning the wrestling match for the belt as was inevitable that he would.

"London!" Nick gasped. "London!"

Damian stopped, his eyes clearing as he noticed how terrified Nick looked. After a long minute, he pulled him into a hug. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to scare you. I thought you'd like it.”
― Catt Ford, A Strong Hand

“His tongue fucks my mouth the way his cock fills my pussy. Deeply, urgently, and completely unrestrained.”
― Pam Godwin, Dark Notes

“Submission is not about what you dominant does TO you...it's about what you do FOR your dominant.”
― Rika, Uniquely Rika

“I find few more satisfying exhibitions of power and control than deliberately creating desire - only to capriciously deny it...”
― Rika, The Joy of Denial

“I will gladly go to exhaustion waiting for him. Waiting for his discipline. Waiting for his affection. Waiting for the unknown.”
― Pam Godwin, Dark Notes

“You are not allowed to get lost unless I want to lose you. You aren’t allowed to be found, unless it’s me doing the finding. And the only way you’re allowed to die is if I choose to kill you with my own hands. Your life doesn’t belong to you anymore, and if I have to murder you tonight and paint the snow with your blood to make you understand that, I will. You are mine, Kingsley. End of discussion.”
― Tiffany Reisz

“It’s universally known that the more forbidden something is, the more desirable it becomes. I feel this truth like a fist around my balls as I enter my classroom after lunch and find the forbidden object of my desire waiting for me.”
― Pam Godwin, Dark Notes

“Sex doesn’t have to conform to society’s standards to be sane. It doesn’t have to be slow and tender to be safe. And it doesn’t have to be free of leather cuffs to be consensual.”
― Pam Godwin, Dark Notes

“I want you naked, sitting at my piano and rolling your hips like you’re fucking the notes.”
― Pam Godwin, Dark Notes

“His pleasure is my pleasure.”
― Pam Godwin, Dark Notes

“Nothing has ever felt as natural as wrapping my hand around a slender throat and forcing a needy Omega to obey.”
― L.V. Lane, Complete Control

“Get out of your head.” He rotates his thumb and trails his tongue across my pliable lips. “Let it all go.”
― Pam Godwin, Dark Notes

“Her back bows over the kitchen island, our empty plates rattling with the thrust of my hand. Two orgasms later, she stumbles into the living room to work on her homework, argument forgotten.”
― Pam Godwin, Dark Notes

“There’s no right or wrong way to be a Dom or a sub. There are safe and unsafe ways, and there are right and wrong for certain scenes. But there’s no right or wrong way for you to be submissive.”
― Nora Phoenix

“Titles were what we made them, whether it was age play or the lifestyle of DD/lb. With or without regression, with or without commitment. As long as it felt right, in one way or another.”
― Cara Dee, Breathless

“Do I like the obedience? Or the thrill of his approval? My brain is too hazy to decide if this is submission, or survival.
Can’t it be both?”
― Isabel van Loen, Lowered Lashes

“She blinks up at me, eyes unfocused, and grooves crease her forehead. “Where did you go, gorgeous girl?”
― Pam Godwin, Dark Notes

“[T]hat seemed like a rather good trick God had of being all powerful and yet not to blame; Syed took more responsibility as Lord and Master of a single sub than God did as Lord and Master of all creation.”
― Tanya Chris, Aftershock

“Little trick of the trade that's a real bitch to accept. Our boys own us more than we will ever own them.”
― Wulf Francú Godgluck, Menoetius

“[K]eep in mind, they’re not just men, but Dominants, and sometimes you have to make it seem like it was their idea in the first place.”
― Anya Summers, His Untamed Love

“His eyes had gone wide and he had kissed me in a way that had sent heat all the way down to my toes. “You’re such a good boy, Sexy, aren’t you?” he asked.

I shivered hard, looking at his handsome face. He looked turned on and pleased, mouth open in a smile even as he was panting slightly. My lips turned up into a smile of their own with no prompting from my brain and I nodded slowly. For Rio, I wanted to be.”
― Joy Danvers, Saint's Shelter

“Good,” he murmurs, his eyes satisfied and certain. “Then I’ll take care of the rest.”
― Isabel van Loen, Lowered Lashes

“That’s where you’ll end up when you try to take control,” he murmurs, looking down at me.”
― Isabel van Loen

“His hand leaves the back of the seat. He places it, instead, flat on my thigh. He looks at me, not at the men.
“That’s enough.”
I feel my cheeks flush. I set my glass down.
Then he turns to the table—composed, gracious.
“Gentlemen, don’t encourage her,” he says, his tone lighter.”
― Isabel van Loen, Lowered Lashes

“Wordlessly, he continues spanking, finding a rhythm.
I gasp, breathing in muffled sobs as prickling sensation turns to searing pain.
“I won’t, sir,” I whimper, defeated.
I give a ragged cry as he smacks me one last time.
“You’re sure?” he asks, steadying his hand on my stinging skin. “Because I can do this all night.”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, voice shaking.
At that, his touch softens. He presses his hand against my warm skin, rubbing slow, grounding circles along the curve of my hip.
He leans over me, pressing a kiss to the nape of my neck.
“Good girl, Mia,” he murmurs, his voice low and pleased. He turns me gently, pulling me into his lap.
The weight of his arm over me steadies my breath again. I rest my head on his chest, melting into the closeness I’ve been craving.”
― Isabel van Loen, Lowered Lashes

“Great. How’s Mr. Capital Gains?”
“Good,” I say. “Really good.”
“How’s the sex?”
I smile. “Well.. pretty amazing. He’s kind of, uh…”
I pause.
“What?” she says.
“He likes it… a little rough, I guess.”
“Rough how?” Lidia says, unphased.
“Well,” I say slowly, “he spanked me last night.”
“My god,” she exhales. “I love it. Was it a rush? I’ve heard it’s a rush.”
I laugh. Lidia’s probably the only person in the world I could tell that to.
“Yeah, I think so,” I say. “It was kind of hot.”
Lidia laughs. “It’s only hot because he’s a millionaire.”
― Isabel van Loen, Lowered Lashes

“I glance over at David. He rests his hand lightly at the small of my back, guiding me across the floor. We step down a gilded hallway, the pale-blue walls trimmed with ornate gold. The lighting, soft and warm, seems to blur the edges of everything it touches.”
― Isabel van Loen, Lowered Lashes

“I glance up at him. The dim evening light makes his jaw look even more chiseled.
“You behaved impeccably tonight,” he says.
I smile, surprised. “Thank you.”
His hand catches mine, his thumb brushing over my knuckles before he returns it to the wheel.
The townhouse is quiet when we step inside, the soft click of the door behind us marking the end of the evening’s formality.
I slip out of my heels and set them gently by the door. David hangs up his suit jacket, his eyes on me.
He extends a hand, then leads me into the living room, flicking on one lamp as we walk in.”
― Isabel van Loen, Lowered Lashes

“I think about being… dominated,” I admit, my eyes squeezed shut. “And maybe… being spanked. Disciplined.”
David moans calmly. “I think most women do. Tell me more,” he coaxes.”
― Isabel van Loen, Lowered Lashes