Quotes About Dominance

No one remembers how the fight was won. I won. No one cares how.

She brushed the tip of his nose with a finger. "Oh my poor baby, are you scared of him?" He rolled away from her onto his back. "A little. Everyone should be at least a little scared of Bremer dan Gorst.

Last Argument of Kings." Inscribed on his cannons by Louis XIV

If the Great Change had proved anything, it was that—with enough force, with enough fear—one could bend them into whatever knots one pleased.

The general with the smallest numbers should remain always on the offensive.

Within reach of his hand, the Bloody-Nine was master. The

I may be no kind of fisher, but I've always had a talent for making men bleed. Best put that stick down before I make you fucking eat it.

Funny," said the Nail, back in his floppy slouch already. "Barbs don't sting so much from a man you can slap whenever you please.

We tell the odd fond story of the good men. The straight edges. Your Rudd Threetrees, your Dogmen. But it's the butchers men love to sing of. The burners and the blood-spillers. Your Cracknut Whirruns and your Black Dows. Your Bloody-Nines. Men don't dream of doing the right thing, but of ripping what they want from the world with their strength and their will.

My master used to say that knowledge is the root of power, but I rather suspect power has a golden root these days.

Fear subsides when you believe that control has returned. Because all too often I would watch Kathleen do a splendid job of controlling her horse, only to find out later that she didn't believe she was in control.

Para mí dominar algo significa que el estado químico interior de uno prevalece por encima de cualquier cosa del mundo exterior.

I put the Fifth of November and the Fourth of July to shame. Who needs Roman candles when you've got me?

Carol says we speak with one voice. What she doesn't say is that voice belongs to HER. There's only one song to sing these days--Carol's song--and if you aren't in harmony, you can stick a stone in your mouth and shut the hell up.

What becomes of someone who thinks he has all the power... and what becomes of someone who believes he has none?

I'll say this one more time. I will be gentle. I will be slow. But you don't have the reins.

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.

I don't want to win the battle, Dana. I want to take the field, win the war. When I make love to you in this bed, it's going to be because you've accepted you're with the man and the Master you want for the rest of your life.

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.

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.

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

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?

I will bring you to utter stillness, because you will simply be mine. I will take your soul, chain it to me, and you will never fear anything again.