#sinclair

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

the easiest way to keep a woman over your shoulder is with a hand on her ass, and the other between her legs. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

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

He liked to touch, she realized. In bed, he kept his arms around her or a hand on her like now. The way he played with her breasts, or just touched her, or ran his hands over her body, made her feel so...so beautiful, Desirable. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#desirable #sex #touching #beauty

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

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #lean-on-me #love

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

#erotica #make-me-sir #humor

By the way, you have a fine ass. Sir. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #make-me-sir #erotica

You dickweed! Are you always stupid, or is today a special occasion? ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #make-me-sir #erotica

Toys? When a man—a dom—said toys, he didn’t mean stuffed animals or baseballs. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

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