“My God, no wonder people like being tied up.”

“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.”

“Talk about insanity. Being attracted to deVries was like a month saying, "Hey, let's go check out that awesome bonfire".”

“You little subs make me nervous. Being around you is too much like walking into a room filled with tiny kittens and trying not to step on one.”

“I'm not likely to forget someone slapping my butt with a big piece of wood.”

“The sound of his rough voice was…comforting, like there was safety wherever he was. Well, some safety…he certainly had an awful lot of sneaky tricks up his sleeve.”

“Put me down.”“Nope.” He held her snuggled to his bare chest, tipping her up so he could rub his cheek against hers. “I like carrying you.”