You have a gorgeous ass, and it holds handprints beautifully.”
You don’t speak again, unless to use your safe word or to indicate you’re frightened.” “I was at the minute I walked in the door.
What are you doing?” “Whatever I want.
Why had she set limits like no sex? .
Now, can I help you with something? I’m new, but I’ll do my best to figure out how to get what you need.” … “That’s good to hear, Abby, since I need your breasts for a few minutes.
No, no, I don’t want that.” “I didn’t ask.
A little insecurity in a submissive wasn’t a bad thing, but her doubts shouldn’t be whether the Dominant cared.
You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t care, Abby.” “I don’t.” She glared at him, so full of life she almost glowed. “You do.” He kissed the pouting lips lightly. “And I’m going to keep you.
This is the owner of Dark Haven. Master Xavier. Call him ‘my liege.’” Xavier sighed. He had no idea who’d first given him that title, but the submissives took such delight in it, he’d allowed it to continue.
Talk about insanity. Being attracted to deVries was like a month saying, "Hey, let's go check out that awesome bonfire".
Last month she’d read that a man’s connective tissue aligned horizontally with the skin, whereas a female’s went perpendicular—which was why women got lumpy cellulite and men didn’t. And doesn’t that totally prove that God is male?
