Angie

“I’m taking care of you.” “You’ll take care of me?” “Yes,” Elle whispered. “That’s what I want to do. You do what I tell you to do. And I’ll take care of you.” “Thank you,” Kyrie said.”
― Anonymous

“It’s a terrible thing to not be who God called you to be. I think that’s the cause for most of the suffering in all the world,” Kyrie said. “People trying to be who they aren’t supposed to be or not getting to be who they should be.”
― Anonymous

“Her wrists ached under his viciously strong hands. She hoped she would have bruises from them later. Only the other submissives she knew would understand why she wanted bruises, wanted welts, wanted something on her body to remind her of what had been done to her. But she and Søren couldn’t live together, couldn’t spend their days together. They had only a few nights a week, all stolen, and the bruises made a road map to her memory of everything he’d done to her. She’d be reliving this night for weeks…”
― Anonymous

“Are you okay?” Elle asked, between kisses. “I think so.” “Scared?” “Ter r if ied.” “Good. I like that you’re scared,” Elle said. “Why?” The question caught her off guard. She didn’t have an answer for it. “I don’t know. I just do. Maybe…” She kissed Kyrie’s neck under her ear and over the pounding vein. “Maybe I want you to be afraid of me. That way your trust means more than if you weren’t afraid.”
― Anonymous