Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Well, Sir, you’re the one in here
cooking my favorite foods and playing “big” Luther,
True domiante can cook for themselves!
“Mmmhmmm,” he moaned into her neck. “I absolutely do. But first, we eat! Go undress while I finish cooking and I’ll meet you in the dining room,” he said with a kiss on her cheek and a light smack on her buttocks. She jumped, giggling, and made her way to their bedroom.
Yes, he was a sadist and she knew this, but something was different lately. She was beginning to feel like maybe he’d established some impossible standard for her that she could never meet or when she came close, he raised it even higher.
left her questioning herself and whether or not she was cut out to be a good submissive. She just wanted him to be happy with her.
True D/S relationship should never leave the submission asking the question but always knowing the answer.
“Not at all. I got you,” he said with a wink. “Baby, I know you’ve been working so hard lately and I know I haven’t been the most attentive.
A ture domiasnt will always admit how work distrat from being attentive to a sub needs.
Before she could undo the fourth button, he hoisted her up and tossed her over his shoulder. She loved when he did that; it made her feel delicate and protected by a strong man.
He positioned himself above her, his long muscular arms bracing him above her head. He leaned on his forearms for support and he plowed into her. She met every stroke, thrusting her hips to meet his, keeping the beat to their perfect rhythm. Within minutes he had her on the brink of orgasm. He then grabbed her throat with his right hand. She arched her neck back and he clasped his grip tighter around her throat. She began to shake as her
orgasm consumed her, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
He let go of her throat and her eyes slowly returned to normal. She glared at him, the slightest hint of terror darkening her eyes, but did not stop offering herself to him, stroke-by-stroke. She reached up and
grabbed his dreadlocks, pulling him down into a passionate kiss. He returned her kiss with bites on her lips. His Rage demanded blood, so he bit deeper. She yelped in the pain of it, causing him to explode deeply within her, shooting towards her soul. He collapsed into her breasts, struggling to find a steady rhythm for his own breath. She wrapped her legs back around him and wiped both the tears from her eyes and the slight trickle of blood from her bottom lip. “Shit…” he muttered into her skin.
“Sir, we haven’t discussed this. Are you going to brand me?
Branding of any human being is abuse and those who engage in such practice should be arrested and prosecutined.Putting branding in this book of a human being in this book to represent a false depiction of the BDSM lifestyle and is reason why so many preception of the BSDM as abusive.
