Dominant Submissive Quotes

“Grace is the outer reflection of a woman’s inner soul. It’s the single and unique beauty of her submission. It’s her gift to give to the man she loves.”
― Riley Murphy, Provoked

“I don’t want to fuck you, Elle. I want to make love to you. Take me gently, angel.” I moan at his words and come back in a little too eagerly. “Gently,” he whispers, halting me for an instant before I place my lips tenderly on his.”
― Lena Black, A Dominant Fallen

“BDSM, in its nature, is a very intimate and intelligent therapy, if done properly.”
― Silver Vixxxen, Miss. A and Johnny's European Escapade LONDON: Femme Fatale Rescue Diaries

“He sweeps his fingers over her folds, teasing her entrance.
"So nice and wet for me," he hums. "I'm going to make you feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Would you like that? Want me to fill you up?"
Eden shivers, electricity arcing from nerve to nerve. "Y-yes. Yes, Shang, I do."
He rubs the head of his cock against her clit, torturously teasing. "I don't know. What do good girls say if they want my cock?"
"Please," Eden shouts. "Please, I want---"
"Use your words. Come on, sweetheart. I know you can do it."
"I want your cock in me," she whines. "Fuck me like you own me---"
A loud moan rips itself from her throat as Shang presses into her. Splits her open.
Stretched her to the fullest.
It feels so good, it's almost blinding. All she can focus on is the way he thrusts in and out of her, makes her take his full length just to pull back and do it all over again. The sound of wet skin on skin drives her up the wall, but nothing makes her lose it quite like the way Shang grunts with each snap of his hips.
Feral. An animal. A man on a mission.
"'Like you own me,'" he growls. "You really know how to drive me fucking crazy, Eden."
"Shang---"
"What is it, sweetheart? Don't tell me I'm too much for you."
"No, never. I want---"
"What? You want what? You close already?"
Eden both loves and hates the pride in his voice. "Cocky bastard," she murmurs, too dizzy to see straight.
He grins. "Yep, that's me. This cocky bastard owns you and your tight little pussy. Look how well you take me, sweetheart. Like you were made for me."
"Fuck---" It's a whine. It's a whimper. It's desperate and choked off and needy.
He grips her waist and fucks her hard against the shower wall. "You sound so fucking hot, Eden. Come on. Take it. Fucking take it."
Her back arches as she climaxes, drags her nails across his back, waves of pleasure washing over her so hard and fast, she thinks she might collapse.
Shang doesn't let her, though. He holds her steady through her orgasm, still pumping his cock into her in pursuit of his own pleasure.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“For the time being there is only one alternative: to be the hammer or the anvil.”
― Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Masochism: Coldness and Cruelty & Venus in Furs

“Don’t expect the answers overnight. This isn’t a fortune cookie.

- The Duke to Delaine; discussing dating after divorce, Chapter 9”
― Delaine Moore

“Now," he huffed, the heat of his breath against her pussy near enough to drive her insane, "you're going to ride my face and you come." His hands gripped the backs of her thighs, cupping her ass firmly, bringing her down to him.
"What if I crush you?" she asked.
"You won't. There is nowhere else I would rather be right now, Rosemary." Ellis looked up at her from between her legs, his pupils blown wide, a grin on his face. Then he pulled her to him. The first suck of his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure right through her.
"Fuck," Rosemary hissed, as Ellis lapped at her centre, using his hands to move her, showing her how to grind against him.
She was shy at first, but that soon faded, with every firm lick on her cunt, every kiss Ellis planted on her clit. He seemed to be taking just as much pleasure from this as she did, groaning as she writhed against his lips. She loved watching him lose control; she wanted to be the one to elicit this reaction from him.
Rosemary let herself go, grinding into the heat of Ellis's mouth, seeing stars as the orgasm crashed through her.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“And he buried his cock inside her, right up to the hilt. Rosemary cried out, the pleasure of every inch of her filled by Ellis's size was almost too much.
"Fuck." Ellis hissed and drove into her again hard, his free hand circling her clit. "You're taking me so beautifully," he praised her, thrusting deep, again and again, building Rosemary up until she was shaking, twisting, no longer in control of her limbs or her speech, crying out as she clenched and came. She heard Ellis whispering, "Like that, good girl, come for me," and felt the roughness of his stubble as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the breasts, and the wave brought her down.
"You're so beautiful," Ellis said, looking down at Rosemary. Her brain warped at how he could say something so lovely, so endearingly romantic, yet continue to buck his hips, his cock driving into her.
"So are you." She reached up to run a finger through his dark hair, tracing the silver scar on his forehead. She was learning what Ellis liked, and when she scratched the nape of his neck with her nails, he bucked suddenly, fucking her faster.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright