So, so sorry. Really sorry. Master. Sir. Emperor of the…

“Hey, I see people manacled to log walls all the time. You bet. It’s a popular sport in Bear Flat. Gonna replace fishing soon.”

— Cherise Sinclair

“You know I still don’t like your…hobby.” “Didn’t ask your opinion.” Jake rubbed his aching ribs. “If you want mine: anyone using the missionary…

— Cherise Sinclair

“If the goddess—and that would be me, by the way—is displeased, you’ll get bats in your hair and mice in your boots.”

— Cherise Sinclair

“Any ham-handed idiot can make a woman scream. I prefer to assess…responsiveness.”

— Cherise Sinclair

“You want to count, Gabrielle? One! She sucked in a breath, mad enough the words slid right out. You asshole, one!”

— Cherise Sinclair

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

— Cherise Sinclair

“Awww, that's sweet. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a well-made implement of pain.”

— Cherise Sinclair

“You mean you’re not God? Nooo, say it isn’t so!”

— Cherise Sinclair

“And he calls it playing? Like, whatever happened to chess? Or cards? Or tag?”

— Cherise Sinclair

“She couldn’t take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation…for romance. Or on a…

— Cherise Sinclair

“By the way, you have a fine ass. Sir.”

— Cherise Sinclair

“God, you’re uptight. Did the aliens maybe forget to remove your anal probe?”

— Cherise Sinclair

“Toys? When a man—a dom—said toys, he didn’t mean stuffed animals or baseballs.”

— Cherise Sinclair

“New Englanders could be so brusque.”

— Cherise Sinclair

“Master, don’t. Please.” “Please is a great word–and I intend to please. Me, for sure. Maybe even you.” Lindsey and deVries”

— Cherise Sinclair