“Bound, whether by my will or my rope, open to me in all ways.”

“You hae only one thing you may control tonight - whether to use your safe word or not. Otherwise all the decisions, all the choices, are mine. Everything is in my hands. (Jake to Kallie)”

““More.”“You’ll get more…but it’ll be my way, not yours.”

“I want my glasses.""No." The absent way he said it, as if she didn't have a choice, set off an odd shimmer in her bones. He regarded her soberly. "You're scared without them? More than being bound to a table?""I'm trying not to think about bondage," she said grumpily.He grinned, swift and wonderful."And yes, I'm scared. What if something happened, like a fire?" She wouldn't be able to find her way out. "Or a terrorist attack. Or zombies."He chuckled. "I do like submissives with imagination.”

“Don’t bother to argue. We’re both going to have nightmares. You will be in my bed and in my arms when that happens.”

“If the goddess—and that would be me, by the way—is displeased, you’ll get bats in your hair and mice in your boots.”

“A little insecurity in a submissive wasn’t a bad thing, but her doubts shouldn’t be whether the Dominant cared.”