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“Look, I’m a submissive woman, and that look on your face is a prime example of what I’d expect … and want … from a dominant man. It’s alluring. It’s attractive. It’s fucking intoxicating, and you're my boss so you have to stop looking at me like that, because it’s driving me a little crazy.”
I want to give myself to someone in every way possible and allow them to use me, hurt me, love me, break me—because I can always trust that they know exactly how to put me back together again. It requires someone who knows each and every single piece of me and how they all fit together, because I want to be shattered and broken apart so that I can forget the world, and then be restored by the one person capable of building me back up.”
When I say perfect, I mean gorgeous in every sense of the word. Not unblemished or completely unmarred, or skinny without the slightest hint of fat. I mean impeccably flawed with curves fit for a grown woman. I mean cellulite that I want to run my tongue over, and dark spots that call to me like a beautiful voice in the wind. With each and every so-called flaw that a broken society would have the gall to turn its nose up at, Nia is absolutely perfect.
“Choke me … while you fuck me.”
“Please don't hold back. I want it all. Choke me hard. Fuck me hard. Make me come hard. Please, Sir.
When a woman says she wants it harder, it usually doesn't mean faster.
“Choke me, slap me, tie me up, spank me, flog me, hurt me. You have my consent to do it all.
“That’s it, baby girl. Beg for what you want,”
“I'm totally with you on feces and blood, but I have had a sub who liked being peed on … and I didn't hate it.”
Men have complained about women not being sexual or kinky enough for their liking, but what they fail to realize is that a woman has to feel a certain level of connection before she can dive into the depths of her sexuality. It has to be earned, and she has to know that her partner can be trusted to protect her when she is at her most vulnerable.
“Ooh, are you saying I'm devious?” “Deliciously devious, my little goddess,” he answers, making me blush.
You want to be a good girl, but deep down you're just a filthy slut for me, aren't you?”
I swear, Nia’s mouth is my drug. She is my heroin, my ecstasy, my cocaine, and I am truly at her mercy when she begins to suck.
He does exist. I did find him. And now he is mine.
“We all go through things that no one else can see.
“I'd rather risk it all for us, than live a full life knowing I gave up on the best thing to ever happen to me. Fear will not keep my love for you at bay.”
WS prides himself on being a man who writes spicy romance with the absolute best of them, while also understanding and appreciating that he is a guest in the house of romance that women built.
