Dom Sub Quotes

“I was, I knew full well, a creature composed of strange desires. They'd always been with me, these hungers. As a child I played villain in every game of 'capture the princess,' tying my pretty playmates up with jump ropes and spriting them away to my faux castle on the playground. I wrestled my friends to the ground in bursts of emotion, or punctuated kisses on the cheek with a sharp nip. It didn't help that I had absolutely no interest in pursuing companionship with boys in the same way I did girls, no matter how many limpid first dates I went on.”
― S.T. Gibson, An Education in Malice

“Adria:Tell me what you want right now, or I’ll get that vibrator out and you can say goodbye to being inside me.
Bryson: I want to rip these ropes off and carry you to the bed. I want to taste you, be inside of you. Slam into you, fill you.Serve you.Ruin you.
Aria: Are you sure that’s what you want? Because you seem to like this?
Bryson: "I love this",he said. I love you.”
― MZ Rylan, Bound by Her

“She didn’t scream into the room, but instead clung to him like she was drowning.He felt her body go limp in his embrace, and when her last throes of pleasure were done, he let go of the small thread of control holding himself together.Catching her mouth in a kiss that engulfed them. Pouring himself into her. If they were going to be apart tomorrow, he wanted her to feel him, mind, body and soul.“Why do I feel like you are saying goodbye?” she asked, breathless. He collapsed next to her, hand cupping her face. “Why do I feel like you aren’t?”

This part made me tear up especially after the beautiful moment they shared together.”
― MZ Rylan, Bound by Her

“Touch your pussy, baby. I like it better when you're desperate to come. You're so sweet and obedient.”
― Cassie Truett, Playing With Fire

“You better do it, Sunny.”
Oh my goodness. My insides go liquid.
“You listen, you obey, you’ll get exactly what you came for. If you defy me…”
What? What happens then? Please, please, please, please tell me!
I guess I won’t be finding out, what with how my fingers have a mind of their own and set to tweaking my nipples through my dress, plucking at them and twisting until there’s enough pain to make me gasp.
“That’s it. Good girl.” Good girl? My stomach does a little dance. Level unlocked and mastered in one fell swoop. I am a good girl. I really, really am.
Seriously, what is it about his voice? So matter-of-fact as he watches me play with myself through my clothes. He’s the serious professor, the concerned doctor. He’s all the dirty, dirty, dirty things I’ve only ever let myself dwell on in the farthest reaches of my imagination.
With masterful precision, he kneads that knot in my back again. My mouth drops open on an embarrassingly loud moan.
“There it is. That’s the spot, huh? Goddamn, that looks good.”
― Adriana Anders, Dom-Com

“This guy doesn’t yell. He doesn’t have to. Why raise your voice when a skin-licking whisper does the trick?
Punished.
The word sends a fresh wave of frenzied need through my veins, along with a dozen freeze-frame flashes of possibility. Pain, sex, voyeurism. I didn’t want half those things coming in here, but now? I’d take them all. Anything. All of it. Make it rough. Make it last.
He doesn’t go that way, obviously. That route is too easy for the man who made massage sexy again. I see now, with every fresh unveiling of his Machiavellian plans, that a real Dom doesn’t have to yell or hurt or make his sub do a damn thing. A real Dom suggests.
And a sub? A real sub?
Well, based on the current state of my underwear, I’m guessing a real sub begs for whatever her Dom will give her. And then begs for more.”
― 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

“This is what I love. Learning a woman, playing her like an instrument.
“Do it,” I urge, my words a dirty counterpoint to her accelerating exhalations. “Come hard for me, sweet girl.”
There is nothing better than this— her entire frame seizing, her insides clenching up, and her teeth sinking into my thumb. Rae is so gorgeous in these few seconds that she looks suspended out of place and time, caught inside something that is as much like pain as pleasure. It’s magnetic the way she’s lost, and there’s nothing left in her warm, soft frame but bliss. I could watch her for hours. Her utterly unselfconscious grimace, slowly ebbing until there’s nothing but peace on her face.
“Good,” I grunt, my voice in tatters. “That’s it. There you go.” I hug her through her entire climax, soaking it up, feeling it vibrate through me, my dick aching with a need that I could ignore for hours if this is what I get in return. All this syrupy pleasure. Epic and raw and mine. Mine.”
― 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

“Nessa please, I'm throbbing. The amount of pressure hurts, this is sadistic," I begged, growing more frustrated by the second. "My love, I am a bit of a sadist," she chucked.”
― Kanairy Jade, Tender Ties

“And I love this too.”
“You do?” I ask, bending to kiss the slightly furred center of his abs and then lower, to where the hair gathers darker and curlier, right at the base of his absolutely glorious cock. “What about this?” I ask, letting my breath play along his shaft until it’s again at full-mast.
I say again because we have just literally finished what Grant calls making love and I call a good, hard fucking. Mostly to mess with him.
“I know you love that, you little brat.”
“Do you? How?”
“Because you let me put it deep inside you.”
“Mmmmmm. What else?”
“You let me fuck you with it. Tease you.”
― 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