Impertinent submissive,” Raoul snapped, and his dark brown eyes turned mean. “Nothing new for this one. You're doing a lousy job of bringing her to heel, Marcus.” “Bring me to heel? Like I'm a dog?” Without thinking, Gabi instinctively yank...
Funishment - not truly discipline.
It's a girl thing, trying to change ourselves as if we can change our lives too.
Am I your dom, little rabbit?” “Yes.” Her red-brown brows drew together. “What’s wrong?” “Not a thing.” He gave her a faint smile, and his gravelly voice deepened. “I thought I’d tell you we’re getting married next month.” ~No...
Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck.
You dickweed! Are you always stupid, or is today a special occasion?
She couldn’t take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation…for romance. Or on a birthday cake at least. So where was the cake? The present? The song? As he stepped closer to her—as the damned...
You know how really big guys are always nicknamed Tiny?" She didn’t wait for any response, afraid she’d chicken out. "Guess that would make you Master Munchkin, huh?
You mean you’re not God? Nooo, say it isn’t so!
She took a second look at him, at his fancy tailored suit. Dark gray with pinstripes. Oh please, like she’d really believe he was a dom at all? “Gabrielle Anderson. Are you sure you’re Master Marcus?” “Why would you think I’m not Master M...
What we have here is a failure to communicate.
You dumb-ass ape, get your hand off me. What—are you the first in your family to be born without a tail?
By the way, you have a fine ass. Sir.
I felt sorry for myself since my wimpy dom can’t catch a snail crossing the sidewalk.
Okay, you’re older. Not much, really. And considering you love staying in shape and I refuse to run, we’ll probably get all old and crippled at the same time. If not, then I’ll learn to use a cane, and I’ll get to beat on your ass for a chang...
You want to count, Gabrielle? One! She sucked in a breath, mad enough the words slid right out. You asshole, one!
If you keep all those thoughts inside, your brain will explode.
An older dom snorted. “Atherton uses the word escort loosely. The last time someone messed with a trainee, he threw the guy across the bar. Strolled over, waited for the idiot to stand up, punched his lights out, and dragged him by his jacket colla...
