“Distraction was a bitch.A painful, bleeding bitch.”

“Well?”“Well, what” she asked.“Are we gonna do this or not?”… “Do what? Should I whine and complain like the little bitch I am so you can pat me on the head and buy me something pretty to shut me up?”

“Are you going to teach me about make-up sex?"He shook his head. "I'm going to show you what it means to be mine, with nothing held back.”

“I should have told you. I guess I...wanted you to know. I wanted you to know what I needed, but maybe you couldn't understand that what I needed was you.""Do you need me?""I can survive without you, but it's only that. Surviving. I want to live.”

“What can I say. We like our women only mostly tamed. Where’s the fun in a woman who’d never stab you just a little, if you pissed her off bad enough?”

“That’s the funny thing about these collars … Most men put them on women they plan to regularly fuck the shit out of.”His lips twitched. “I put them on women who get off on having me fuck the shit out of them however, wherever and whenever I want.”… “But you think that isn’t me.”

“If keeping me off your dick wasn’t punishment, what was it?”… “Foreplay.”…“We’ve had six years of that. Do we really need more?”Dallas grinned.”