Willow Madison Quotes & Sayings

He gets hard seeing his marks on me. I get wet knowing this. I don't try to analyze it. It's just us. — Willow Madison

I no longer fear the pain...I fear no release from this torture...knowing that I've hurt him and he can't forgive me...that he won't be able to make me his good girl again. — Willow Madison

I was told I have obsessive behavioral traits. I looked up everything to do with obsession after that. — Willow Madison

I want to take my time hurting her. I am an animal, a monster. and i love it. — Willow Madison

Public displays of inappropriate behavior are a favorite hobby of mine, a cheap thrill. — Willow Madison

Acting so obviously submissive to Max around strangers, I felt a lot of humiliation. The looks from people, the comments. But I also felt this strange sense of pride. I am his possession, his property. And I'm proud of that. I'm proud of how happy I make him. — Willow Madison

When I look in the mirror... I know that I belong to him...that I will never be the same again. I've let him punish me... — Willow Madison

When he sees my pain, the old and new, he pushes me to give it to him. To give in to his need to consume all of it and make it his. — Willow Madison

I like the idea of you on an island..."
"Oh...why's that?" She's squinting up at me, her eyes brighter than the sea in the setting sun.
"I could keep you all to myself. You'd be trapped, only able to come and go as I please...I'd be your Caesar..."
She laughs and reaches her hand out to me, "Don't you already have that power...without need of a sea? — Willow Madison

He doesn't back away from the darkness; he wades into the murkiest shadows with me. We share a need that blends everything into one long grasp for the improbable. It's a healing to a tear, a filling of a void, a bending to a demand for more. And I give it all to him, laying open every remembered tear, every void, every demand to make it his own, our own. — Willow Madison

Are you jealous?" She has a half-smile, a laugh waiting to escape.
"No. Not jealous." I squeeze her to me, lifting her off the ground back onto her tip-toes. "Possessive. You belong to me." I push her away. "Take off that dress." I allow some anger into my voice. "Now!" She jumps in place a little and reaches behind her to unzip. I grab her shoulders and twist her around. Putting my hands at the base of her neck, I rip the dress down the middle, tearing the zipper apart. She half gasps, half cries out. "You won't be wearing that again. — Willow Madison

I'm the answer to her pain. She's my answer for the need for it. — Willow Madison

Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She's offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing. — Willow Madison

I'm silenced by his right hand cupping my chin and ear, his left hand flattening against my ribs as he gently pushes me back against the wall.
I can feel the brick pressing into my naked upper back, cold and rough. His kiss is slow, tender...firm. His lips are warm, tongue smooth and flat, filling my mouth...I can't even feel my own tongue...taking my breath away with his. — Willow Madison

I've never felt remorse before. It's disgusting. — Willow Madison

My painful memories sift through me like sand through stretched fingers. Only small pieces cling and stay around for me to keep, the rest just disappear. I know not where and I don't — Willow Madison

Would Boris like a naughty Natasha in his bed? — Willow Madison

I've succumbed to the absolute power of the man that pulls, culls, calls my unwitting submission. And I've embraced the power of my submission to draw him in further, to have him kneeling and worshiping what he's conquered. I've known surrender and strength with him. True freedom. And a hell of a lot of orgasms. — Willow Madison

I like the rough feel of denim against my pussy. Even more after rough sex. — Willow Madison

A perfect invitation to use and abuse her, a wanton lust for what she knows comes next. I have no idea how any of this can work. But I think I just hit the jackpot. I can have my sweet cake and beat it too. — Willow Madison

A lot can happen in a heartbeat though. Even a really fast one. Lives crumble in a heartbeat. Promises are lost in a heartbeat. — Willow Madison

Some men just can't stomach the necessary steps it takes to make a good girl great. — Willow Madison

In one night, I went from a man in complete control over everything in my life to a mixed-up mess, falling for a chick way more fucked up than I ever could have imagined. Falling for her? Fuck, try already fallen, jackass. — Willow Madison

What? Don't you want a girl who can talk dirty to you?"
His look only hardens. "No, Lucy. I'm serious. I won't tolerate that from you." He doesn't look away and I feel that heat in the pit of my stomach, spreading down again.
"Well...I've heard you curse before..." I swallow loudly, but keep his gaze.
"I'm a man. — Willow Madison