Cherise Quotes & Sayings

Use your safe word if you get scared, honey."
"I'm fine." Her voice came out husky.
"Yes, you are, aren't you? — Cherise Sinclair

He'd seen when she began to panic, but he hadn't offered comfort like other Doms or changed his plans. He'd just waited her out. She could hate him a little for that. — Cherise Sinclair

Don't bother to argue. We're both going to have nightmares. You will be in my bed and in my arms when that happens. — Cherise Sinclair

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

You want company, sugar?"
Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she could only nod.
"Good answer. You saved yourself a fight. — Cherise Sinclair

She couldn't take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation ... for romance. Or on a birthday cake at least.
So where was the cake? The present? The song? As he stepped closer to her - as the damned flame got way too close - she started singing. "Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me ... " Marcus paused, looking at her in disbelief. See. I knew he didn't have a sense of humor. "Happy birthday, dear Gabi" - she lifted her head and blew out the candle - "happy birthday to me. — Cherise Sinclair

That's an awful lot of littles, don't you think?"
"Perhaps." He displayed his hand. "Big." He set hers next to his, so small and delicate contrasted with his thick, blunt fingers. Why did holding her fragile hand raise every protective instinct he had? — Cherise Sinclair

After I kill someone, I like to sit in the shower and cry." "Of course. It's good to have traditions." He tucked her into his side as easily as if she were Jamie. — Cherise Sinclair

She'd captivated him the moment he'd seen her, which seemed a mite odd. He wasn't some pimple-faced boy to fall for a girl on first sight, but he had. Maybe it was a sign of going senile? — Cherise Sinclair

I'm not likely to forget someone slapping my butt with a big piece of wood. — Cherise Sinclair

Some people become hypercritical when stressed.
Then again, he hadn't been stressed last week. She giggled, remembering how he'd instructed her on the proper way to fold hand towels. Talk about nitpicky. Perhaps this would be a good time to call it quits. — Cherise Sinclair

Funishment - not truly discipline. — Cherise Sinclair

God," she moaned.
"I usually suggest Sir or Master, but I suppose God is adequately respectful. — Cherise Sinclair

My God, no wonder people like being tied up. — Cherise Sinclair

Your life is your own. I just get to rule it now and then. — Cherise Sinclair

I wouldn't do this if i didn't care, but you mean everything to me, and if this is what you need, then this is what you'll get. But we're damned well going to work on changing this association between caring and spanking. — Cherise Sinclair

You mean you're not God? Nooo, say it isn't so! — Cherise Sinclair

For her, an orgasm felt more like a sneeze, certainly not the earthquake her friends described, and nowhere close to the shrieks of pleasure from the apartment next door. What would that feel like? To be so overwhelmed as to actually scream? — Cherise Sinclair

This is the owner of Dark Haven. Master Xavier. Call him 'my liege.'"
Xavier sighed. He had no idea who'd first given him that title, but the submissives took such delight in it, he'd allowed it to continue. — Cherise Sinclair

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

A woman could simply pull her shirt down, show some extra cleavage, and mesmerize every guy in the room. If a man opened his jeans and let his cock poke out, every woman in the place would be calling for the cops. — Cherise Sinclair

Pull up your big-girl panties, Gabi. — Cherise Sinclair

"More."
"You'll get more ... but it'll be my way, not yours. — Cherise Sinclair

Gabi glared. If you want to add some variety to your sex life, why don't you just use your other hand? — Cherise Sinclair

MacKensie, much as men don't like to share this fact, we rarely die from not getting off. — Cherise Sinclair

Lord, look down on Thy Servant!
Bad things have come to pass.
There is no heat in the midday sun, nor health in the wayside grass.
His bones are full of an old disease - his torments run and increase.
Lord, make haste with Thy Lightning and grant him a quick release! — Cherise Sinclair

You dickweed! Are you always stupid, or is today a special occasion? — Cherise Sinclair

Is that your face or did your neck just throw up? — Cherise Sinclair

What you need and what you want aren't the same things, — Cherise Sinclair

Unlike the in-your-face authority of other Doms, Master Jake's power was a lazy riptide, drawing a submissive under his command before she even realized she'd surrendered. — Cherise Sinclair

Although he assumed she'd naturally submit to him, he obviously believed she was still her own person. A strong person. — Cherise Sinclair

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

Some man would come to her room. Maybe she would hesitate, and he'd grab her, pin her to the mattress, force her to cooperate. — Cherise Sinclair

Heck, that woman out there looked like she was getting more from one kiss than Jessica had ever gotten from the whole insert-dick-move-around shebang. — Cherise Sinclair

Kim flicked her fingers in annoyance. "The scum suckers didn't want to hear they're not gods in the bedroom or that you could possibly want anything other than what they did." She snickered. "Really, Linda, you should be ashamed, crushing their little egos. — Cherise Sinclair

No matter what historians claimed, BC really stood for Before Coffee. — Cherise Sinclair

Maybe I'll just stand here for the half hour and pretend to be a statue. "You were given an order, sub," he said softly.
Or not. — Cherise Sinclair

I love Wren and he knows it."
"Yeah, but he seems like he wouldn't welcome it."
"Sometimes he doesn't. But it's like Cherise says, the hardest ones to love are always the ones who
need it most."
(Aimee to Fang) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

New Englanders could be so brusque. — Cherise Sinclair

You dumb-ass ape, get your hand off me. What - are you the first in your family to be born without a tail? — Cherise Sinclair

Christian Gray visited the Shadowlands and the real Doms laughed him out of the club.
From Chat with Cherise Sinclair 08/17/12 — Cherise Sinclair

I've got a sense of self-preservation. OK, granted , it's still in the original shrink wrap but I've got one if I ever want to use it. — Rachel Caine

Master Nolan - Being angry at a sub because a scene goes bad or you don't get the response you want isn't the mark of a good Dom. And insulting a woman for any reason is the mark of an asshole. — Cherise Sinclair

Little sub, you're thinking and worrying again. Time to put you to work."
Work? Scrub the bathroom or
"Kneel. — Cherise Sinclair

I opened my mouth to tell them to quit, but Lido nosed me in the shoulder and started running. He ran as best he could with his big belly, anyway. Realizing he was right because Dad had told me to just run if the Niques bothered me, I ran right past the Niques, too. So did Skil. When we were well past them, we all stopped and grinned at each other, wagging our tails slowly behind us. My den was the first we came to. Mom and Dad were waiting by my hole under the fence, to hear all about my day. I — Cherise Kelley

Amazing how different one woman could feel from another. Why the hell did they all want to be alike? — Cherise Sinclair

Why they think everyone should be alike in making love when no one can even agree on what ice cream they like, I'll never know
from Dark Citadel — Cherise Sinclair

To have to perform a scene, a punishment scene like that, was extremely unpleasant. It bothered me to hurt you, Jessica," he growled. "You will let me hold you, and offer me some comfort in return. — Cherise Sinclair

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. — Cherise Sinclair

That reminds me - I want you to start practicing the dances you learned. Show me one before bed tonight." He nuzzled her hair and murmured, "If it is adequate, I will take you and please us both. If not, I'll beat on you first for a while and then take you anyway." She gave a sigh of utter content and leaned back on his chest. "Yes, Master. — Cherise Sinclair

D/s sessions can unsettle submissives, especially new ones. When you trust someone to care for you - and they do well for you - then a bond develops. It's easy to confuse that tie with other feelings. — Cherise Sinclair

It's a corollary to Murphy's law. If you're not prepared, bad things will happen. If you are, nothing goes wrong. — Cherise Sinclair

I want my glasses."
"No." The absent way he said it, as if she didn't have a choice, set off an odd shimmer in her bones. He regarded her soberly. "You're scared without them? More than being bound to a table?"
"I'm trying not to think about bondage," she said grumpily.
He grinned, swift and wonderful.
"And yes, I'm scared. What if something happened, like a fire?" She wouldn't be able to find her way out. "Or a terrorist attack. Or zombies."
He chuckled. "I do like submissives with imagination. — Cherise Sinclair

I felt sorry for myself since my wimpy dom can't catch a snail crossing the sidewalk. — Cherise Sinclair

He smiled. A sub shouldn't be terrified, but a little anxiety was good. — Cherise Sinclair

When he sat up, she gave a sigh and relaxed against the lounge, the exquisite torture over.
His eyes crinkled. "You might not have noticed," he said as if having a conversation in a coffee shop or something, "but last time I looked, women possess two breasts. — Cherise Sinclair

Master Nolan - When a Dom takes control, leaving no choices for the sub, he has to see to all her needs, not just sexual, but emotional and physical also. If your Dom doesn't do that, then you find a new Dom. — Cherise Sinclair

Can't you hurry? Please?" "It'll get done when it gets done, lady. — Cherise Sinclair

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. — Cherise Sinclair

Get your filthy paws off my son, feet pue tan! Cherise — Sherrilyn Kenyon

I'll rip the fucking asshole's dick off and stuff it down his douche-bag throat. Take my whip and cornhole the bastard peckerheaded fuckwad till his ass whistles "The Star Spangled Banner." Then I'll break the dried-up piece of jackwad's leg off and shove it up his ass. — Cherise Sinclair

Put me down."
"Nope." He held her snuggled to his bare chest, tipping her up so he could rub his cheek against hers. "I like carrying you. — Cherise Sinclair

Some people - and a high percentage of submissives - wanted clear-cut rules. Preferred their duties laid out, like schedules and lists. — Cherise Sinclair

When I want to." He ran his finger over her lips. "You don't get a vote, honey. — Cherise Sinclair

Don't worry; this won't hurt ... too much. Zander deVries — Cherise Sinclair

You hae only one thing you may control tonight - whether to use your safe word or not. Otherwise all the decisions, all the choices, are mine. Everything is in my hands. (Jake to Kallie) — Cherise Sinclair

Last month she'd read that a man's connective tissue aligned horizontally with the skin, whereas a female's went perpendicular - which was why women got lumpy cellulite and men didn't. And doesn't that totally prove that God is male? — Cherise Sinclair

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. — Cherise Sinclair

You spanked me," she told him.
"I did." He lifted her shoulders high enough to push a wedge pillow under the pad. "And I enjoyed it very much. You have a very spankable ass, no? — Cherise Sinclair

You're the only thing I've ever done right in my entire life and if anything ever happened to you, they'd have to dig two graves 'cause I couldn't live a single day without my baby beside me. (Cherise) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

You have a piercing."
"So I do."
"Didn't that hurt?"
"A bit. — Cherise Sinclair

Gabi to Marcus I can't believe out of one hundred thousand sperm, you were the fastest! — Cherise Sinclair

But, chiquita, you must understand that while you are here, I expect you to come to me and share your fears. Even if I am the one causing them. — Cherise Sinclair

Damn, you're soft. I have trouble keeping my hands off you.
Okay, serious melty stuff. — Cherise Sinclair

Nolan nodded gravely. "Men. Good to meet you." As Beth walked through the door, she heard Grant whisper in wonder, "He called us men. — Cherise Sinclair

Note to self: never ask this man if a dress makes me look fat. — Cherise Sinclair

Nothing felt as right as pleasing a woman with his littermate beside him. As — Cherise Sinclair

You're my hero, Rhage."
Ears pricked up, Rhage watched her closely. Anything she said was important to him, and how lovely was that?
"I always thought I'd grow up and find my own hero." Rainie grimaced at herself in the mirror. Obviously she shouldn't have wasted her youth on reading and daydreaming. "But I gave up; I'm not holding out for a hero anymore. — Cherise Sinclair

You know how really big guys are always nicknamed Tiny?" She didn't wait for any response, afraid she'd chicken out. "Guess that would make you Master Munchkin, huh? — Cherise Sinclair

She was a strong woman whose deepest responses apparently came when she was most vulnerable. — Cherise Sinclair

You, lass, have a self-image problem.
Well, that might be a little true, but she also had a mirror. — Cherise Sinclair

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

Groupies? Did BDSM have groupies? — Cherise Sinclair

It's a girl thing, trying to change ourselves as if we can change our lives too. — Cherise Sinclair

What are you doing?"
"Whatever I want. — Cherise Sinclair

You're allowed to look, sweetheart, he murmured, running a finger down her hot cheek. I enjoy having your eyes on me. — Cherise Sinclair

Why had she set limits like no sex? I want sex. — Cherise Sinclair

As a submissive needed the security of a dominant's arms, the dominant needed to provide it. — Cherise Sinclair

I'll work with her." For now. Then he gave Z a steady look and drew his line in the sand. "You are the owner, sir, but they're my trainees. I would be most grateful if you could remember that." Don't do it again.
Gray eyes level, Z tilted his head in acknowledgement and slid the trainee's paperwork down the bar top.
With a grin, the bartender set a drink on the bar. "You know, Marcus, you say fuck you almost as politely as the boss."
-Master Z, Marcus and Cullen — Cherise Sinclair

Be brave, little rabbit. Take a chance. — Cherise Sinclair

Breathing in her clean, sweet scent was like unexpectedly finding almond cookies. So fucking sweet. — Cherise Sinclair

You trust me with your body." He helped her onto the table and positioned her on her back with firm, impersonal hands. "But not with your emotions. Or your past. Or your future. — Cherise Sinclair

He caught her staring and smiled-not a conceited I-work-out-and-have-a-great-body type smirk, but more of a I'm-a-boy; you're-a-girl; life is good. — Cherise Sinclair

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. — Cherise Sinclair

I'm a firm believer in equality at all times - "
"At all times?" She glanced at the cuffs clipped to his leathers. "Why do I find that hard to believe?" And why the heck was she arguing with him. Mine, mine, mine.
"At all times," he repeated. "However, in the bedroom or in the club, I am a lot more equal than you. — Cherise Sinclair

You know, there are very few people I could tell that to and have them laugh instead of calling the cops. Or mental health. — Cherise Sinclair

Have you gone crazy?"
"Have you gone crazy, Master. — Cherise Sinclair

Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck. — Cherise Sinclair

When something horrible happens, your brain doesn't process the memories right. It stores everything
sounds, pain, smells, feelings
all mixed up. It doesn't matter if you believed it or it made sense; it gets stored. — Cherise Sinclair

Concrete meets face. Face loses. — Cherise Sinclair