Quotes About Control

Little things matter far more than big ones. We remember them longer. We can't control the big things. If you think about what's happened in the past, it will be the small moments that come to the forefront, not the big transitions. The big things were just history. The small moments are yours. The books those monks printed are still preserved centuries after they were gone. Little things matter.

This wasn't romance. This was a hardcore Master out and out driving her to the upper level of madness, where her body was going to come completely to pieces before he was done. Cruel, but she craved his brand of cruelty.

Geez, man, don't give yourself whiplash. You are hurting, if the mention of Victorian underwear will get you worked up. I know a girl...." - From "Controlled Response

Being violent is easy, too easy." He brushed it off. "Holding back, being gentle, restraining your strength when it's not needed, that takes—" "Character," she said. "Loads of it.

She was a Mistress who needed a Master. Who needed him.

Okay. Let's go to the pool. I'll drop a rock in it and we'll see which one of you sinks faster " "I can rip your heart out of your chest, human" [...] "You already have, My Lady.

Just stop asking," she burst out. "Just take. Please…just take over. I can't…give. You just have to take what you want." Tyler stared down at

The sub has the upper hand in a true Master and sub relationship, Thomas. Always. I can possess you only as long as you want to belong to me.

Tyler seriously considered fabricating an outbreak of salmonella in the hors d'oeuvres and an impending locust plague, either of which would require everyone to leave now.

You won't do this anymore because I'm telling you that you won't. You belong to someone now. Me. And I take care of you, even if your greatest danger comes from yourself.

I am a Mistress to others; you are the Master of me. Of my heart, mind and soul.

I have my limits, Lauren," he said, low. She knew it, could feel the caged beast hurling against his bars, knew how close he was.

He'd proven himself her Master even when bound, taking over her senses even without the privilege of touching her.

He was taught to focus on more than one thing at once, so he didn't have to tell her to stop to get her home safely. Not unless her hand dropped to his cock, in which case they might have a real problem. They didn't really cover cock teasing in combination with combat driving.

Even the most controlling Master knew love was the best kind of surrender. If he had any sense at all.

By my hand only. By my cock and mouth only, unless I command otherwise.

Can I get back to fucking your brains out now?" Thomas grinned. "You forget how to be a Master? Why are you asking?

Fear crawled inside him. The anger that was so close to the surface ripped at him with rabid teeth, but he managed to rein back the reaction.

tired of orchestrating the whole damn world so it would work the way it should. She wanted to see if someone else could do it.

His body jerked as it trembled, and she recognized the nerves overtaking passion. The uncontrollable shaking came when a sub felt his true vulnerability to a Mistress's will for the first time, an anxiety that came with relinquishing control to someone by some compulsion that defied issues of logic, strength or bindings.

My dear," Marcus said, "you are supposed to soothe the beast until you get the cage on him, not tease him into a rage while he's still unfettered.

And I've told you that men cannot help what their cocks do. Only what they do with them." "So

since Ian got dangerously worked up by that kind of thing. He'd have

Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.