Filipa

“I want my glasses."

"No." The absent way he said it, as if she didn't have a choice, set off an odd shimmer in her bones. He regarded her soberly. "You're scared without them? More than being bound to a table?"

"I'm trying not to think about bondage," she said grumpily.

He grinned, swift and wonderful.

"And yes, I'm scared. What if something happened, like a fire?" She wouldn't be able to find her way out. "Or a terrorist attack. Or zombies."

He chuckled. "I do like submissives with imagination.”
― Cherise Sinclair, My Liege of Dark Haven

“You, lass, have a self-image problem.”
Well, that might be a little true, but she also had a mirror.”
― Cherise Sinclair, Doms of Dark Haven

“This was like being Alice in a very twisted Wonderland, Jessica decided, one where all the characters had only sex on their minds. She’d been propositioned by a woman, by a fat man, by a couple trolling for a threesome. Then she’d struck up a conversation with a really cute guy, and suddenly he knelt at her feet and wanted --“You want me to whip you?” she repeated in disbelief.”
― Cherise Sinclair

“Dios, she'd never come so hard in her life. How many people died this way? How would he ever explain to the ambulance crews that he'd chained his girlfriend out on the deck and killed her with too many orgasms?”
― Cherise Sinclair, Lean on Me