Bdsm Romance Quotes

“That’s real love and real happiness. It’s when you go to sleep every night hoping that you are less happy than your lover; it’s hoping that you’ve given everything you could to them so that their day could be just a tiny bit better.”
― Lexie Syrah, Torn

“I want to touch the parts of you no one else has touched. I want to own the piece of you that has yet to be discovered. So stop resisting. Let go. Let it happen.” David Hollan in Requested Surrender”
― Riley Murphy, Requested Surrender

“Oh, Sir, don't you know that on the edge of fear is where trust grows?”
― Ella Dominguez, Becoming Sir

“It's like an itch, isn't it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me.”
― Nenia Campbell, Bound to Accept

“She’s a natural submissive and she doesn’t have a clue.”
― D.L. Hess, Sir

“She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes upon, and for a moment, he wished he could keep her.”
― A. Zavarelli, King's Kitten

“Sometimes our balance has to be upset and our course reset in order to help us navigate to our final destination. This is my final destination and where I was meant to be.”
― Ella Dominguez, Becoming Sir

“Spread your legs wider for me. That’s right. In a minute I’m going to slide one finger inside you. Only one, but it will be enough to make you beg and promise me the world if I asked you for it. David Hollan in Requested Surrender”
― Riley Murphy, Requested Surrender

“Dominance and submission is an intimate binding. Those who submit must trust that those who dominate will never take more than they can give.” A sardonic smile twisted Ram’s lips. “Those who dominate must give those who submit everything they need but never more than they can endure.”
“By your definition, the dominus has the harder role,” she whispered.
“Perhaps. What is more difficult? To trust another so completely? Or to honor the responsibility to never betray such a trust once given?”
“I guess that would depend on how much the dominus cared for his slaaf.”
Ram shrugged. “I suppose it would.” Steffania saw a bleak pain in his eyes quickly masked. “Enough talking,” he said gruffly.”
― Patricia A. Knight, Hers to Cherish

“You're like hevan, fucking whip cream and cinnamon spice perfection”
― Shayla Black, Wicked Ties

“Owned. By me.
Only by me.
Forever by me.”
― Maren Smith, Her Vampire Master

“Respect isn’t born in obedience—it grows in the quiet reverence of boundaries honored and trust earned.”
― Kemal Onur Güneş

“Next time, just be patient,” she shrugged playfully, testing her limits as she so often felt compelled to do. I liked that about her. Her submission wasn’t automatic; it had to be earned, which made it all the more meaningful.
“Would you like to take that back,” I asked evenly, stepping closer, “or should I make it easier for you to remember to keep your hands to yourself next time?”
― Kanairy Jade, Tender Ties

“Ever since my first week at Vector Line, Vanessa had wanted me to be strong and demand respect for myself and my boundaries. She always respected mine and got upset when I didn’t. She fired Jane for taking advantage of me. She was upset when I didn’t take care of my body and skipped breakfast. She got mad when I ignored my limits and drank because of pressure. She always respected and understood my need for physical space at certain times. And even now, she was pushing me to stand my ground once more. It was why I trusted her more than anyone else.
Maybe that was why surrendering to her never felt like giving up control.
It felt like choosing, for once, to place it in the hands of someone who had never asked me to abandon myself.”
― Kanairy Jade, Tender Ties

“All I knew was I really didn’t want to defy her. Maybe I did before entering this state, but right now I just wanted to be a good girl. Her good girl.”
― Kanairy Jade, Tender Ties

“It’s just—you speak a bunch of languages. You’re stunningly handsome. You can skate backwards, you cook and bake. And you’re nice.”
― Anna Zabo, Cinnamon Roll

“Man is the one who desires, woman the one who is desired. This is woman's entire but decisive advantage. Through his passion nature has given man into woman's hands, and the woman who does not know how to make him her subject, her slave, her toy, and how to betray him with a smile in the end is not wise.”
― Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs

“We both called her my little s submissive. But I was her dog.”
― Theodora Taylor

“Couldn't help but hear the part where you want someone to take care of you."
Oh. Did I really say that? I guess I must have. "I didn't mean, you know, financially. Like that Sugar Daddy from earlier was into."
"Oh, I know." His voice is a warm whisper. "You meant take care of your pleasure.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“I’m not a masochist. I told you, I’m a submissive. A bottom. I don't want to be hurt badly or made to watch anything. I want someone to, like…” Rub my back and call me beautiful. “Do things to me,” I end on an embarrassed half whisper.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“Start with business, end with pleasure."
At those words, Rae Jensen's cheeks turn even ruddier. I watch, unable to tear my eyes from the bright, hot-looking red that mottles her neck before conquering her ample, if modestly covered, décolleté. Her eyes narrow as she folds her arms across a chest I recently watched her fondle while calling her a very good girl.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“I watch, slowly filling with something like awe at how this woman has managed to hide an entire Machiavellian underbelly beneath that Strawberry Shortcake facade.
Then again, she did come into a kink club on her own the other night, shopping for a Dom, so there’s definitely more than meets the eye with this one. What worries me now is this urge to scratch the surface for a glimpse at the other good stuff within.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“What are you...?" My words trail off, like the last of the breadcrumbs I dropped to get us to this place have suddenly frittered away to nothing, and it's too late anyway because I'm Little Red Riding Hood from Into the Woods, and the Wolf is right here, and I maybe kind of asked for this. No, I definitely did. Who cares, anyway, because with Grant Bowman this close, I'm short-circuiting.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“You see now, Sunny?” he rasps. “We talked about this. In the club, remember? You disobey the rules. You pay the consequences.”
I’ve just opened my mouth to remind him that we’re at work and his rules are inappropriate here when… he bites down on my neck. The only sound I can produce is a gasp.
Everything goes blank.
Quiet.
I’m a body. An animal. Caught, strangely calm. Excitement’s an electric pulse, thrumming, thrumming underneath my surface.
“Consequences,” he mutters against my skin before licking it. “That’s all this is. Cause, effect, quid-pro-fucking-quo.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“Poor Sunny’s got no clue how hard I’m willing to work for it. Doesn’t she see? “It’s not yours anymore, sweetheart. The orgasm’s already mine.”
“What?”
I breathe her in, stroking my nose along her hairline. She smells good. Like the most dangerous of consequences. Can’t stop myself from licking her shoulder for another taste of that heady salt/sugar/sex combination.
No flower and citrus perfume here. Just her. That’s the scent I want.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“Her little whimper hits me hard in the solar plexus.
I cradle her face in one hand. She leans into it, her eyes shut like she's in pain or embarrassed. "You okay, sweetie?" I whisper.
A nod.
"Tell me what you're feeling."
"I-I just hate messing up."
"Oh, baby. You can't really mess up in here. That's the beauty of it. Even when you're bad, you're good. You get that?"
At her quick nod, I tug her hair back. "Say it, beautiful. Tell me you get how good you are. Always. No matter what you do."
"Yes. Yes, sir." I feel her shiver in my palm. "I'm good."
"You are. Take the shirt off." I plant a quick kiss on her forehead and back away. "And pull down your bra.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“Please, sir, please fuck me."
"Shhh. You'll take what I give you. Just hold still." Patiently, one fraction of an inch at a time, I pull back and press inside. Back, in. The sounds are absolutely pornagraphic. I hope to god everyone's left for the day.
"Please."
"You'll get the whole thing when you're ready."
"I'm ready."
I wrap a loose hand around her neck. "In my own good time, you little brat. Fuck," I grit out, "you're so goddamn tight."
"Oh god."
"Shhhh." I put my mouth to hers to stem her throaty hums and sink in an inch, another.
I hardly notice the way she's pressed up against the shelves, her ass in one hand, my other hand collaring her like the good little sub she is. My cock thick inside her.
"Fuck."
"Grant?"
"Don't talk. Don't... move, Rae. You move, and I'm done."
"Oh. I... okay."
I tip my hips back, sliding out almost to the tip and thrusting back inside, bottoming out so hard we both let out deep, guttural groans.
Too loud.
All her weight gets shifted to one side as I put my hand to her mouth and give her another deep pump. Another.
After no more than a dozen thrusts. I feel the pressure build up in my balls and the clench of her hot pussy, and she's gasping into my mouth. "I'm coming. Oh god, I'm coming."
It's more than I can take, the frantic gasps, the way her body squeezes mine. I bury myself deep and let go.


Rae


My entire body tenses up in the first seconds of orgasm. Clamped so tight I couldn't move if I had to.
This feeling... it's not just sex. It's warm and light. Like a hug. But fucking. I'm also angry, though for just this moment, I can't remember why.
A second after I go, he pushes deep and pulses inside me.
It's remarkably quiet, I realize after floating in my brain for a while. Quiet and safe.
Probably reeks like sex in here, which isn't something that I'd mind except we are... Oh god. At work. Again.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“This isn't just Grant the Grump anymore. He's not just a sexy guy I share an office with. A Dom I play with. He's this man. A little wild, a little nostalgic. Good at reading people. He has friends who love him and a heart of gold that he would never, ever admit to.
I'm shivering slightly from the cold, from his kiss. He urges me closer, and we're pressed so tightly together, and this closeness doesn't just feel sexy; it feels necessary.
This. Here. It's what we're meant to do. Aside from what we did in the kitchen at work, I haven't experienced this kind of dry-humping since I was a teenager. And let me tell you, it is underrated. His hands on my ass, guiding me, his erection turning me on, and his mouth making me lose my ever-loving mind. That's how it is when I come.
Out in the wild. With no one around but an owl, hooting from the woods.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“Sex and kink and love, they don’t have to be mutually exclusive. Not everything in life is so neatly compartmentalized as you’d like to think it is.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“I’m working really hard on keeping things… unplanned with you. I hope the two of us can take things a step at a time.”
“Oh. You mean, we’d be doing it totally…” I smirk. “Off the cuff?”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com