Wicked Games Quotes

“Look at me, Elizabeth,” he commanded. His voice dark and deep. “Lizzie,” I corrected without thought, completely out of habit. My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe I had just corrected him. Instinctively I felt that was something people just didn’t do around this man. If he said the sky were purple with pink spots, I’m pretty sure everyone would agree wholeheartedly… and worse, actually believe it. He just seemed to exude that kind of authoritative power. The kind that could make you believe just about anything he said. He gave my hair a painful tug with both hands. “Elizabeth,” he stated emphatically, as if he were a god or a king commanding it be so. “I left a package in your dressing room. It’s a dress. I want you to wear it tonight.” Tonight was the cast party. It was taking place right after our final curtain call. I had no idea he was even attending. Wait, a dress? “The party is at The Brewery next door. I don’t think the cast party is that formal,” I offered, still trying to process why this man would buy me a dress. Realizing quickly that I might sound ungrateful, I stammered, “Not that I don’t appreciate it… I mean I’m sure it’s lovely and—” “Elizabeth.” The sharp command of his voice stopped my rambling. “Yes, sir?” “Wear the dress,” he ordered, not expecting a refusal and not getting one. “Yes, sir,” I whispered. Releasing my hair, he stroked the back of his knuckles down my cheek. “Good girl.” The moment I heard the Hall door close on his retreating back, I sank to my knees in the middle of the stage, feeling shaken and more than a little alarmed. What the hell had just happened?”
― Zoe Blake, Ward

“I’ve never really enjoyed oral sex. I guess I was always too much in my head to enjoy it. Worrying about what I tasted like, if my pussy hair was short enough, if I looked pretty down there. Then I would worry I was taking too long and the guy was probably only doing it out of obligation and I would start to feel anxious and guilty and eventually just pretend to come to get the whole stressful event over with.”
― Zoe Blake, Wicked Games

“In the past, I’ve never really enjoyed oral sex. I guess I was always too much in my head to enjoy it. Worrying about what I tasted like, if my pussy hair was short enough, if I looked pretty down there. Then I would worry I was taking too long and the guy was probably only doing it out of obligation and I would start to feel anxious and guilty and eventually just pretend to come to get the whole stressful event over with.”
― Zoe Blake, Ward

“It was a time where a woman knew her place and accepted a man’s rightful dominance over her. That was what I found the most appealing. The vulnerability and dependence of a woman on a man’s benevolence. In the Victorian era, a woman was still regarded as a beautiful possession, to be petted and spoiled but also kept docile with a firm hand.”
― Zoe Blake, Ward

“When she auditioned for the play I specifically produced to ensnare her, she had no idea she was really auditioning for me. For her new lifetime role as my ward, my possession.”
― Zoe Blake, Ward

“All I knew was that I had obviously become the obsession of a seriously dangerous man and I had no idea how to save myself.”
― Zoe Blake, Ward

“No. I want my seed to stay on your skin. This is the last time I’ll come without knowing the pleasure of you swallowing it or taking it deep in your cunt or ass.”
― Zoe Blake, Ward

“It was for your own good but now I see you need a stronger hand. A man’s hand.”
― Zoe Blake, Wicked Games

“It’s not that I found him unattractive or didn’t think having sex with this man would be an amazing, mind-blowing experience; it was just that he was… too much. It was too much intensity. He had too much power… too much strength. I felt as if I were being dragged underwater. I couldn’t breathe. The fact is… he scares me to death.”
― Zoe Blake, Wicked Games

“My lower lip trembled as I begged him, “Please. Don’t.” It’s not that I found him unattractive or didn’t think having sex with this man would be an amazing, mind-blowing experience; it was just that he was… too much. It was too much intensity. He had too much power… too much strength. I felt as if I were being dragged underwater. I couldn’t breathe.”
― Zoe Blake, Wicked Games

“You know that feeling that at any moment a man could overpower you and take whatever he wanted and there was nothing you could do to prevent it? And for some strange fucked-up reason you are completely turned on by the idea?”
― Zoe Blake, Wicked Games

“He consumed me. I fought against the power of his assault even as I clung to his shoulders. This was what it felt like to be the object of someone’s obsession. A constant battle between desire and fear. I warred with my mind even as my body surrendered to his touch.”
― Zoe Blake, Wicked Games

“You are a harlot at heart. This is your true madness and I’m your only redemption.”
― Zoe Blake, Wicked Games