“The devil danced at the gates of heaven as angels swam naked in the fires of hell.” — Kristin Elyon Copy Share Image
“Still, the baths helped ease her pain to some degree, the darkness around her, calling her closer to that day, but she knew it was mere psychological masturbation at best. She longed for much more, to open her mouth to a perfect dick of her own darkness and thankfully swallow all it offered. Her mouth unseen under the towel, was… — Kristin Elyon Copy Share
“What do you want more than anything else?” he asked. She didn’t have to think about that one; she knew the answer before he asked it, in the bath earlier, on the chair in front of Sergio. There was only one thing she wanted, and while she had only recently been able to come to grips with it, somehow she… — Kristin Elyon Copy Share
“But just as she thought she had successfully hidden herself from the beautiful truth of the moment, eagerly welcoming unconsciousness or perhaps even better, death, she was brought back to the life she no longer wanted, cold water breaking across her face before flying into her mouth and up her nostrils. She snapped her eyes open wildly, gasping for breath.… — Kristin Elyon Copy Share
“The devil danced at the gates of heaven as angels swam naked in the fires of hell.” — Kristin Elyon Copy Share Image
“I didn’t like who I was,” he said, staring at his glass. She wanted to see his eyes at this moment, but feared if she stopped him, he’d never get started again. So she waited, and let him take all the time her needed. “Hell, I haven’t liked this from the start, this whole slave, submission thing. I just figured… — Kristin Elyon Copy Share
“You still working this late?” “If I was, I’d have to arrest you for littering,” he joked, pointing toward the still-smoking evidence on the… — Kristin Elyon Copy Share Image
“It was the desire that scared her. It represented a complete surrender to the darkest part of her, the part that had no inhibitions,… — Kristin Elyon Copy Share Image
“She was pulled from her thoughts abruptly as she felt his hand tighten around her hair, lifting her to her feet. “Anything I want?”… — Kristin Elyon Copy Share Image
“I did not want to hurt you earlier,” he said. His voice had returned to the even tone from before. “But you are going… — Kristin Elyon Copy Share Image
“True submission, she had come to convince herself, was about strength, not weakness. But it wasn’t a physical strength, she was learning. She could… — Kristin Elyon Copy Share Image
“Completely understanding the difference between submission and weakness, Lana smiled.” — Kristin Elyon Copy Share Image
“I want you to coordinate you hand and your mouth,” he said, as he placed the next piece of steak at the edge of… — Kristin Elyon Copy Share Image
