Cd Reiss Quotes

God,' he said, 'I have to have you.' 'Take me. Own me. Use me. Pick a verb. Just please.' 'Fuck you. I'm going to fuck you. That's my verb.

I want to be your last. I want to ruin you for other men.

Was there anyone before you? You might have thought so at the the time. I feel like no one's ever loved me before. I'm sure they did their best, but you always belonged to me.

If you have never seen beauty in a moment of suffering, you have never seen beauty at all.

What if you die from loving me?” “What if I die from not loving you?

What we have isn’t something we made. It’s something that existed before we even met.

The truth is that I love you. The rest is unnecessary complication.

The minute I told you to spread your legs and you did it, you were mine. When I told you to beg for it and you did, you were mine. When you put your hands behind your back without being told, I owned you.

You are the sun I revolve around, the stars that mark me, the moon rising through me. I’m lost without you. If you won’t have me, I’ll break, I swear to God. I know it’s selfish, and I’m sorry. Let me serve you. Have me as yours. Let me live under you.

This is us together. I own it. This body is my plaything. Your ache is mine. Your orgasm is mine. Your hunger is mine. Your dirty thoughts are mine.

When this ice cube melts, I’m going to make love to you so slow, everyone in this hotel is going to know my name. It won’t be play. It’s going to be dead serious.

Even in love you need pain

It’s all I want. We are bound. I can’t be unfaithful to you any more than the sky can be unfaithful to the sea.

I want you to understand something. That man? He’s not some boyfriend in a line of them. He is my alpha and omega. He is the sky over me. Without him, I’m lost. There’s no one else, no one whose soul balances mine the way his does. I’ve waited my life for him, and when he came, I didn’t recognize him. Not until recently. If I lose him, I swear, as God is my witness, I will be alone. No man can match him.

When do we start?” “Give me a minute to change from vanilla guy to kinky guy.

Today, you are the goddess my universe revolves around.

You’ve been a bitch, goddess. That’s over. From now on, you step when I say walk. You eat when I feed you. You come when I allow it. If I so much as look at your knees, you get on them and open your fucking mouth.

I feel like no one’s ever loved me before.” “I’m sure they did their best, but you always belonged to me.

I’m yours. My pleasure is yours. My wet pussy is yours. You own me, Jonathan. You are the master of my fuck.

You forgot to cross off anal sex.” “I tried it once. Didn’t like it. If you’re better at it, I’ll have another crack.” I paused. “No pun intended.

My lips on your body trace the story of my love.

I can’t fuck a commitment out of you. That’ll be worthless. I have to have your heart, Monica. The real thing. Without fear.

He looked as if he wanted to tear me open and crawl inside me. And I wanted him to. Fuck me. Fuck my identity. Fuck my own skin and soul.

I understand words like no and stop. Outside of those, your body is my playground.

I want you all to myself. I want to know what they didn’t do so I can do it. So I can keep you longer.

You’re mine. Your orgasms are mine. Your pleasure is mine to give.

An honorable man would have given her up before she fell in love, choosing a small hurt over a bigger one later. But I wasn’t that honorable. I wanted her more than I’d wanted anything in a long time, and I would have her until she couldn’t bear it any longer.

I kissed him like I kissed him every time since he fell into my arms— like it might be the last.

Give me a number between one and ten.” “Two.” “Forget that, then. Between five and ten.” “Seven.” “That’s how many times you’re coming before sunrise...

I’ve never heard of a man trying to sandwich another woman between fingering me and fucking me in the same day.

I’ll break you with my love and put you back together.

Baby,” I said, smiling until I felt my face might snap in two, “I’m a sure thing tonight.

I feel your hands on your phone when you read my texts. I go to the Stock after your shifts just to stand where you’ve stood. I fall asleep on the pillow you used when you were in my bed. I need to share whatever piece of the world you’re in. Tell me you don’t feel the same.

She could rule the world. She already ruled me.

Love is an ever-fixed mark. Be my ever-fixed mark. Be my north star.

You're both the best and worst submissive I've never met." "And you're the only dominant I've ever met." "I want to be your last. I want to ruin you for other men." "Better get cracking then, Drazen." "Sir." "Drazen, sir." He smirked.

Look at me, kitten.” I did and felt safe. Deacon wouldn’t let anything happen to me. “Who do you see?” he asked. “My master.” “I have you, darling.” He gripped my chin tightly. “I have you.

Don't put me in a position where I have to defend myself against this again.

Make no mistake, I will hurt you to protect you.

I tried to stay away,” he said. “I’ve never wanted a woman this much in my life. I’d burn cities to have you. I’d fight armies. I’d commit murder to take you right now.

Bend over the sink. I’m going to show you who owns what around here.

...Tomorrow I'm going to destroy you. I'm going to mark your body and ruin your mind. By noon, you won't know whether to laugh or cry. But tonight? Tonight I will revere you. I will build an altar of myself. I will frame you in stars.

You turned my existence into a life.

Scars are the proof we lived.

I want a life with you, because you accept me. All of me. I am whole with you. Only you.

The first time I saw her, I had to hold my breath. The first time she spoke, I exhaled.

Where did you learn to do that?” “Los Angeles High School of Performing Arts,” I said. “They taught me how to open my throat to sing. Then Kevin Wainwright taught me how to put his dick down it.” He laughed. “I’d like to thank LA Unified and Kevin Whatever for this moment.

I thought of Dante. His hells were the excess of our desires and, in the deepest circles, the pain of our victims.

He'd woken me from a dreamless sleep, and I couldn't roll over and close my eyes, because in my wakefulness, I'd started dreaming.

I’d been dominant because I knew myself, and in knowing myself, I had the confidence to bind and hit and hurt, because I’d know when to stop.

My name is Monica, and I am not submissive. I stand six feet tall in heels. I am descended from one of the greatest writers of the twentieth century. I can sing like an angel, and growl like a lion. I am not owned. I am music.

Every day,” he whispered, “I’ll take you like this. In the morning, before coffee, I fuck you. At night, I fuck you harder. In our bedroom, our living room, our kitchen, I’ll love you in every room. Amore mio, I’ll break you with my love and put you back together. And when I retire, you still call me Capo because you’re mine. Always mine.

You dress for the world, but under that, you dress for me. I own your softest places, and what touches them is mine.

That smell mixed with the scent of getting tied up and fucked became the smell of complete release, of an orchestra connected by the simple movements of a skilled conductor.

I'm human, It's a terminal condition

Love is an ever-fixed mark.’” “Be my ever-fixed mark. Be my north star.

That all you got?” “‘The very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly to your service.

Being under him, trapped, objectified, I lost all fear. With Jonathan, I felt safe. I felt a loss of control so complete, a surrender so honest that it became a luxurious indulgence.

We aren’t some casual fuck, and we never were. Not from the first night. Not from the first time I laid eyes on you. You were built for me. I denied it as long as I could, but we were meant to be together. You are the sea under my sky. We’re bound at the horizon.

I have the only right. I’ll hurt anyone who touches what’s mine.

I am afraid I won’t have you, and I’m afraid I will.

Oh, fucking fuckery,

I don’t know what this will make you think of me,” I said. “That any man who’s with you better pay attention, or they’ll find you gone.

I didn't like jewelry that much anyway

We weren’t going to last, not as a couple. Not as lovers or sinners. She loved me. I owned her.

My sexual arousal had always been tightly tethered to love, romance, the promise of something more. A future.

Stay still. Stay naked. Speak your mind.

What is your type?" I shrugged. "Non-existent.

Were you feeling all right?" "No, not at all." "Bellyache?" "Yeah, a two-month bellyache called Vivian-itis. Symptoms include desperate longing and inability to do anything but feel like a douchebag. Patient can't do shit on the field but stand there like an ass, wondering what the fuck he's doing with his life. It's chronic. No known cure.

I’ll call him for you.” “I’m not about to suck your dick so you’ll make a call for me.” “And I’m not making the call so you’ll suck my dick. So, now that we’ve cleared that up, can you get on with it?

I wanted to feel good, if only for a minute, and to forget everything for as long as it took us to be bind together and fall apart. I hadn't earned it, but I wanted it.

Her sexuality wasn't coy or cute. She wasn't saucy; she was feral. Her very presence on the earth stirred me.

He opened a jack-in-the-box of sexuality by turning a handle I didn’t even know I had.

I love my wife. My ex-wife. Nothing will ever change that.” “Okay.” “I can’t love anyone else.

My job there was to enjoy him, and sense sooner rather than later when it was time to move on. That was the only way I would get out intact.

I wanted to fuck the arrogance right out of her, rip away the coating of innocence and take her to the dirty, sex core again.

Antonio, the catalyst of my dissolution, the destroyer of my façade.

I watched him put his fingers to his lips and blow me a kiss before shaking his hand as if I was too hot to handle.

I needed to love you more than I wanted to dominate you. Don’t doubt for a second that I chose to love you.

I had to have her, and I did. She got on her knees when I told her to. She slipped easily into play and out again, becoming her witty, intelligent self seamlessly. She wasn't intimidated by me. She teased and challenged me. She kissed like she meant it, and from the very first night, she enjoyed fucking without reservation or shame. Monica was, in a word, perfect.

I didn’t need one so pissed at his ex-wife he’d make me fall in love with him before apologizing for leading me on. He wanted to hurt women, and nothing froze my creative juices like heartache.

…and believed him despite my better judgment. I forgave him despite my misgivings. I loved him just because I did.

…the only way to do that was to make the trouble she was causing seem unimportant. It was a good strategy, and I was failing at it.

Yes, I missed his dick and all our play, but it was the loss of his stare, the warmth of his attention, and the emotional safety of his sphere of influence made me feel unmoored.

He’d fucked me and, fucked me dirty.

How straight you are for the world, and how you bend and cry for me. I want to go so deep in you we have the same thoughts.

She obviously didn’t realize the depth and breadth of the stories I could tell without touching the things I didn’t want her to know.

I was many things. I was submissive. I was masochistic. I was trusting. I was a sexual slave. But obedient? Not as much.

It’s wrong to want to protect you? To keep you above my shit? A goddess?

What is wrong with me? How can I find pleasure from this man who is holding me against my will? What kind of sick, fucked up person am I? How can I even remotely be turned on?

Jonathan Drazen," I said, squeezing his hand. "You're a manipulative bastard, a brazen liar, and a sadist. You've brought me to my knees. You've dominated me. You've told me who I am and then challenged me to be it. If you made me strong enough to stand up to the world, let me stand by you. If you completed the woman I am, let me be that woman in your honor. Every part of my body is dedicated to you. Every note I sing. Every breath in my lungs. My pleasure and pain. Take me. Let me serve you. Let me be yours.

Our connection didn’t have the bandwidth to sustain the pain buried far enough in our past to cause the grind of our present. His past belonged to her, even though she’d cut the line, taking it with her, tugging at him, leaving no one else for him to give it to.

You turned on?" He asked. "Yes." "If I do anything that changes that, you let me know." I nodded. "I didn't hear that." "Yes." "Yes what?" At once, I rebelled against the suggestion that I call him by an honorary, but at the same time, I wanted desperately to complete the act of surrender. "Yes, sir." "You just gave me a little palpitation." "I am at your service.

Goddess,” he said, his breath on my mouth, “have me, please. I was wrong. You’re not the sea under my sky. You are the sun I revolve around, the stars that mark me, the moon rising through me. I’m lost without you. If you won’t have me, I’ll break, I swear to God. I know it’s selfish, and I’m sorry. Let me serve you. Have me as yours. Let me live under you.

Meaning,” he growls, “that if I have you, you will be mine. You will not return to life as you know it. You will not flirt with men around the water cooler at work. You will bend for me, spread for me, allow me to have every inch of your surface, all while screaming my name and shuddering into my heart. That is what I mean.

You are my life. It doesn’t matter what I am, or what I’ve done, as long as you’re mine. Nothing in the past matters. There is you, and nothing else.” He didn’t look at me but kept his eyes on his work. A cluster of taller buildings appeared ahead, and he headed for them. “My one job,” he said, holding up a finger, “is to make sure you know how to protect yourself when they finally kill me.

I want to say," he said as he placed my right wrist and right knee together, "If you say stop, it's good enough for me, but we might want to set a safeword." He spread my legs to get the right length under my back and tired my right side together, letting the rest of the loop drop off the edge of the bed. "Tangerine," I said. "Tangerine?" "I doubt you can keep doing whatever it is you're doing if I saw tangerine." "Fine, wiseass.

It’s very simple,” I said, my voice clipped and brusque. “His belt is for holding up his pants, binding me, and hurting me. His body, any part of it, is to give me pleasure and pain. If he gives any other woman either of those things with his body or any clothing accessory, it’s cheating.” I turned to him. “The fact that we were officially broken up notwithstanding.

For fuck's sake, I'd killed my best friend, first with carelessness and then with ambition. I started texting back: - you have the wrong.... But then i felt his lips on my shoulder and his warm breath on my skin, and my sorrow dropped out of me. I couldn't finish. My chest hitched and heaved, and the tears came so hard I couldn't breathe. His arms held me tight from behind, and his voice twisted itself into little nothings of comfort. I went into a timeless blackness where I let everything spill out, because he'd catch it. I knew in every couch and sob, ever hitched breath and chest spasm, that he'd hold me together. Whatever fell apart, he'd put right. I couldn't curse him for not being everything I needed or failing to commit to me completely. I didn't have space to reject his idea that I was submissive or the will to deny him control over me. He was there, and he was exactly what I needed.

I hurled myself under the covers, naked and half wet, grabbing my phone on the way. - don't come nevermind - I heard a phone dine from the living room and, soon after, a voice so close it shocked me. "Too late," Jonathan said. "Your front door was open." -go away - a blast of cold air hit me as the covers were moved, and in the next breath, I caught his new scent. He pulled the covers over us just as his phone dinged. He pressed his front to my back, spooning me, this clothes taking on the dampness I hadn't gotten around to toweling off. "I'm sorry Monica. He put his face in my wet hair and draped his arm around me. "Ah. What's this text I have here? It says go away." I sniffled. He slid his arm under my neck and held the phone in front of our faces with both hands. His breath tickled my ear. "Let me text back. Hang on." -I'd rather be here for you - I waited for it to appear on my phone. He nuzzled into the hair pooling at the back of my neck as i typed back. - And then what? - His fingers flew across the glass. - And let's talk about the rest later. Today, you are the goddess my universe revolves around. -