About Cherise Sinclair: Cherise Sinclair is a romantic BDSM author who has had over a dozen novels published. One of her most recent novels, Make me, Sir (ISBN 9781607379423) was awarded The Romance Reviews Best Book of 2011 for erotic BDSM romance.
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?
the easiest way to keep a woman over your shoulder is with a hand on her ass, and the other between her legs.
Some man would come to her room. Maybe she would hesitate, and he'd grab her, pin her to the mattress, force her to cooperate.
No matter what historians claimed, BC really stood for "Before Coffee.
He liked to touch, she realized. In bed, he kept his arms around her or a hand on her like now. The way he played with her breasts, or just touched her, or ran his hands over her body, made her feel so...so beautiful, Desirable.
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...
