Quotes by Cherise Sinclair

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

I felt sorry for myself since my wimpy dom can’t catch a snail crossing the sidewalk.

Okay, you’re older. Not much, really. And considering you love staying in shape and I refuse to run, we’ll probably get all old and crippled at the same time. If not, then I’ll learn to use a cane, and I’ll get to beat on your ass for a change.

And since I am a man, I would appreciate it if you would cry for us both, gatita.

So, so sorry. Really sorry. Master. Sir. Emperor of the world. God of the universe.

A good relationship is a two-way street, gatita. Submitting and serving is equaled by a master’s need to take control, to protect, to make someone happy.

If you keep all those thoughts inside, your brain will explode.

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

An older dom snorted. “Atherton uses the word escort loosely. The last time someone messed with a trainee, he threw the guy across the bar. Strolled over, waited for the idiot to stand up, punched his lights out, and dragged him by his jacket collar out of the place. Escorted him, my ass. Didn’t even wrinkle that fancy suit.” He took a sip of his beer and added, “Atherton is invariably polite, but nobody in their right mind fucks with his trainees.

Darlin’, I wasn’t just a Boy Scout, I was an Eagle Scout.

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 position twice in a row should serve time.

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

You have a piercing.” “So I do.”“Didn’t that hurt?”“A bit.

Dammit, why isn’t there a book with the answers in it?

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

If you are with me long, I will begin to spell Master with two M’s.

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.

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.

You are such a sleazeball, Rhodes—walking, talking proof of why siblings shouldn’t marry.

The fun we’ll have tonight is called figging.