“He mumbles in his sleep, "Don't touch me. No more. Only Ana.:”
“The fuller your bladder, the more intense your orgasm, Ana.”
“Amy Studt is singing in my ear about misfits. This song used to mean so much to me; that's because I'm a misfit.”
“But we were at your parents' dining table." I stare up at him, completely bewildered."No one's ever said no to me before. And it's so - hot.”
“Don't cry, Ana, please," he murmurs against my mouth. "It was long ago. I am aching for you to touch me, but I just can't bear it. It's too much. Please, please don't cry.”
“So you'll let me exert my will over you. I will gain a great deal of pleasure, joy even, in your submission. The more you submit, the greater my joy.... it's a very simple equation.”