#sinclair

Awww, that's sweet. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a well-made implement of pain. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #lean-on-me #love

God, you’re uptight. Did the aliens maybe forget to remove your anal probe? ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #to-command-and-collar #erotica

Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #make-me-sir #erotica

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

#erotica #make-me-sir #family

Have you gone crazy?" "Have you gone crazy, Master. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#cherise-sinclair #erotic-romance #romance #erotic-romance

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

#cherise-sinclair #master-of-the-mountain #sex-fantasy #bdsm

She took a second look at him, at his fancy tailored suit. Dark gray with pinstripes. Oh please, like she’d really believe he was a dom at all? “Gabrielle Anderson. Are you sure you’re Master Marcus?” “Why would you think I’m not Master Marcus?” he asked. Well, good grief. She waved a hand at him and kept the duh from slipping out. Just in case he really was Master Marcus. Maybe he hadn’t changed yet or something. “The suit? Where are your leathers or latex or…biker jacket or vest? And black? Did you forget to wear black?” He stared for a second, as if she’d turned into a drooling idiot, and then simply roared. Deep, full laughter—amazing coming from someone who looked like he should have a stick up his ass. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #make-me-sir #change

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

#erotica #to-command-and-collar #equality

Hembry," he said, not lifting his gaze from Juliana's. "We will retire to the music room. Lady Juliana wishes to play with me." She laughed at his outrageous statement as the butler disappeared to light the lamps in the music room. "Play for you, you rouge. Music. Nothing else." "Hmmm...," he enigmatically replied. Sinclair allowed her to put her own interpretation on his intentions as they entered the house. ↗

— Alexandra Hawkins

#lords-of-vice #sinclair #music

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

#erotica #make-me-sir #change