Ella Dominguez Quotes

I want to spend all day long buried in your cunt and to eat and drink nothing but you.

That was some powerful shit. Like mind and pussy-numbing, fuckilepsy inducing, reproductive organ-exploding powerful. You really are some kind of flogger wielding sex God.

I try to remember what my mother said about sympathy and putting myself in someone else's shoes.

I'm falling!" Lilliana cried loudly as she wrenched against the leather cuffs.
Tucker's fingers laced with Lilliana's and he smashed her with the weight of his body against the cross.
"I'll catch you Lilly," Tucker calmly breathed into her ear. "Let yourself go. Let it all go and fly pet. Fly ...

You don't get to say goodbye. Not now, maybe not ever. That's the beauty of this arrangement. I make all the decisions and you're left to wander around in the dark, waiting, anticipating and fearing my next move. Only when I'm done using you and I've gotten what I need will I let you go.

Never. I'll never let you go. I want you to want to stay, Isabel, but if you think for one minute I won't tie you down and keep you here against your will, you've sorely misjudged me.

So tell me, Morrison, what kind of Dominant do you want to be?" Dylan asked from above. "The kind that I was born to be. The absolute fucking best.

I can hardly remember her being shy anymore. Well, her version of shy. Even though she's always been a very eager semi-submissive and semi-Domme.

She breathes in as I breathe out and her lungs fill with the air that was inside of me. I love her completely and I love giving her life as she gives me life. I breathe in her quintessence and it's cathartic.

I want this girl and if that means I have to concede a few things, then so be it. She deserves that much. I can't expect her to be mine alone and her not expect the same from me, and I don't want to lose her over something that really is a nonissue for me, because frankly, I don't want to be with anyone else.

If you think by staying away from me you're keeping me safe, you're wrong, pussycat. If being with you means physical death, then I welcome it because I'm dead inside without you,

…she immediately heads towards the revolving doors and I follow behind her like a lost puppy. Fuck, Dylan, show some dignity man! I hear my alter ego screaming at me. And where the fuck was he earlier anyway? Fuck that. I want her.

I want you to know that when I dream, it's your face I see, and when all is dark, you are my light.

It's okay if you need to be saved. Sometimes even the strongest, most independent people need to be rescued.

I won't share you, Dylan. I mean that. If you think for one second now that we're married, you can try and pull some kind of shit over on me, you'd better think again. I can take whatever you can dish out when it comes to pain, embarrassment and humiliation, and whatever else you have going on in that wicked mind of yours, but I'll be damned if I'll share you with another woman. Or man."
What the fuck? I almost laugh at her, but she's so serious she would probably slap the shit out of me. "Calm the hell down. I'm not trying to pull anything over on you, okay? And seriously, a man?"
"Well, I don't know. Maybe one of your secrets is that you like getting pegged in the ass or something."
This time I laugh out loud at her and she narrows her eyes at me.
"Don't ask me to peg you either, because it's never going to happen."
I laugh even louder. Good God this woman is funny. "I promise you that I don't want to be pegged, Isa.

Inch by slow inch, he snaked his hand over to her hip and squeezed unsympathetically as he leaned down onto her and sunk his teeth into her shoulder blade.

I don't need to be given orders, thank you. I've done just fine on my own without having a man lording over me.

Oh, adorable, delicious Amelie. If I weren't so completely straight and enamored with cock, I would devour this sweet little tart.

His gaze is burning into my soul and I ache to have him again and again and again. I just want to crawl inside his heart and exist there forever.

She did, after all, like a bit of menace in her men. She also liked it rough when it came right down to it. Or at least the idea of rough. No man had ever actually given her what she really wanted, or needed for that matter.

I'm not interested in anything other than fucking you. I want to make that perfectly clear.

In my personal opinion, it's those people who deny their sexuality that need the help, not people like me and Isa. We're living out our fantasies with each other, we're not hurting anyone and it's completely consensual. Why can't the world understand that? Fuck anyone who has the nerve to judge the way we decide to love each other.

Three erotic paintings by Isa - $ 20K; chasing said artist in Benz SLS Coupe - $ 195K; the look on her face right at this moment - PRICELESS.

I come stumbling back into the apartment, dropping a few boxes on the way in and looking like a complete pussy-whipped bellboy. Seriously, what the fuck? This is such bullshit. My alter ego is irritated at me for even going this far with this woman. I ignore him and pick up the boxes and lay them out in the bedroom.

I surrender to the pain because it pleases my Master and I know he enjoys giving it to me and that he needs to give it to me in order for him to feel content. That, Dylan, is what appeals to me about BDSM. Pleasing you, my Master, owner and husband, and cherishing you for the Dominant that you are, and feeling a sense of pride in the pleasure and joy that I give to you when I'm obedient and things are perfect and just the way you want them to be. BDSM gives me that sense of purpose and that purpose is to submit to you completely and to accept your gift of submission to me.

What the hell? Is she topping from the bottom? I'll let it slide this time because she doesn't know what that means and because she asked so nicely.

Please, Sir, make it hurt.

You already made your point," I say with a mouthful of fruit.
"Did I?"
"Oh, for the love of dick, yes. Now leave me alone."
"Never. If you want, I'll fuck you now."
The gall. I wouldn't fuck him now if my clit was on fire and needed to be doused with nub-saving cum. I roll my eyes at him.
"No thanks, we have a lifetime of fucking ahead of us," I say mockingly.
He shrugs and starts to walk away as if it makes no difference to him one way or the other. He's such a jackass sometimes. Before I can stop myself I throw my half-eaten banana at him and it hits him on the back of his neck.
He spins around, wipes his neck and looks down at the banana on the floor.
"Did you really just fruitally assault me?"
He thinks he's so damned funny with his wordplay.

A true Dominant also knows the value of the spoken word. His words are chosen carefully with full awareness of their consequences, and he respects their power. And your words, Mr. Morrison, hold great power.

Rule number five: All your orgasms belong to me.

I'm horny as a motherfucker, hard and itching to get my sadistic groove on. As I stroke myself, my mind starts coming up with all sorts of fantastic ways I can torture my beautiful wife as I look around the room for more everyday items that will work in that regard.

I'm no mystery; I'm just a simple woman with complex fantasies and fetishes.

I don't want your best. I want your everything.

I feel his hardness between us and when I look down, sure enough, there it is. It's big and yummy and pressed inside his pants like an encased sausage threatening to break free.

she was his to do with what he wanted.

I guess she truly is a switch. Shy on the outside and submissive most of the time but with a feisty controlling side to her. I love that she's unpredictable like that. It makes life interesting.

All I think about is you." He moves my hand to his chest and I feel his heart beating rapidly against my palm and his eyes gloss over. "I love and live for only you." Then he guides my hand down to his crotch. He's completely erect and his dick is pressing firmly inside his slacks. "I want only you," he says as he presses his forehead against mine. God I love this man.

They learned each other's darkest secrets, their sensual intimate yearnings shared by only the two of them as they talked about the fetishes

I wrap my arms around her, one hand in her hair, one around her waist and I hug her more tightly than I've hugged anyone since ... my parents.

She had rushed to him like some stupid, lust-struck idiot, playing right into his hands. That fucking note ... That Goddamn gift ... The way he had taken her the night before and the things he said ... All a part of his game.

At that moment, all that mattered is that they both wanted and needed each other. Every part of her belonged to him, and his blackened heart would always belong to her.

It's as if every soft curve of her fantastic figure was made solely for my pleasure and punishment; her pussy made strictly for my cock to fuck. Every inch of her was made for me and only me and I'm not letting this one go. She's mine.

I decide to break up the monotony of my day by bringing my newly acquired artwork with me to work. I plan on hanging them in my office for all to see. Yes. I'm sure that will go over well. I can hardly wait to see all those uptight assholes' faces when they get a glimpse of these wicked beauties.

Oh, that magical tongue and the things it does to me. He licks and sucks, sucks and nibbles and tongue fucks me like a champion.

Haven't you ever been so consumed with someone that you would do anything for them only to have them wreck you completely?

Sawyer became engrossed in watching Dylan and Isabel. They were such a beautiful sight; Dylan holding onto Isabel as if nothing else in the world mattered to him, and Isabel resting oblivious to the world in his wearied arms. Their love was so pure and intense; Sawyer couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He wanted what they had; he wanted to command and own his own submissive like Dylan; he longed for the kind of devotion that they shared.

You guess? What the hell kind of answer is that? Your playboy days are over, Dylan! You're mine, God damn it. That big dick belongs only to me now.

This whole situation is so fucked up. This game. This thing between us. It's exhausting. God, I'm just so sick of it and tired of hating Mr. Black one minute to wanting a future with you the next. A future I know will never happen.

Little Miss Sassy Panties is back and I laugh out loud at her. I know she doesn't like it but damn she's fucking comical when she's feisty, but I guarantee, her ass will be paddled and for that sarcasm when the time comes.

The honesty part, which is, of course, the most vital and important part.

You don't need a crown to be a Princess. You don't even need a Prince. You just have to believe that you deserve to be treated like one. You have to believe in yourself and exude confidence without conceitedness, and once you do, your Prince will find you.

You're going to experience the Dom I used to be; the real Dom. The Dom that likes things dirty and depraved. The Dom that now owns you completely. There are no safe words tonight, Isabel. You'll have to trust me to know what you can and cannot handle. I won't hurt you, but I'll push your limits beyond what you've experienced before.

Some people will love my books, some people will hate them, and others will regard them with odd curiosity. Who do I cherish the most of these people? All of them ... Because they have given me their time and time is a precious and irreplaceable thing.

Just because you're my Princess doesn't mean I won't fuck you like a slut.

So do we get our happily ever after now?" I ask. He kneels down in front of me and grabs my hands and kisses the tops of them. "Yes, our version of happily ever after," he answers with sparkling blue eyes. "The version with whips and cuffs, right?" I ask. "That's the only kind of happily ever after I want, love.

... the way she reacts to me and how she doesn't put up with my bullshit. That slap. Fuck. I just need to see her and talk to her. I just need to know that she'll agree to be mine.

But you haven't had my brand of dangerous.

Accept that the connection that we have is real and goes beyond sexual.

You can't even begin to fathom the amount of fucks I do not give about what you want.

I'm happy to see that we're stopping to eat some dinner, since we didn't actually eat lunch today. Instead we just argued, I pouted, slapped him, bojo'd him, and then I came like a freight train. I've had a very busy day.

I hardly know her. It all comes back to the paintings. Her amazing and beautiful talent. Her sincerity. Her kindness. Her feistiness. Her ability to be in my head at all times. Her ability to pull me out of myself and make me see things like I've never seen them before.

He hugs me tighter than before - tighter than anyone has ever hugged me and it soothes me. I can't deny myself this. I wrap my arms around him again and hug him as hard as I can. We just stand there hugging each other for what seems like forever. I don't want to let go. I can hear his heart beating through his chest and it calms me.

Speak pussycat; tell your Master you love him. Dylan

So I guess this means Domme Isa will be retired for a while until he feels satiated. But I'll be damned if she'll be retired forever. I want to know the real Dylan because apparently I've only been fucking his representative.

Not ever. I may be a sadist, but I'm no son-of-a-bitch.

If by okay you mean pissed, flustered and turned on, then, yes, I'm okay.

He eyed the small, curvaceous woman with wispy, short hair the color of onyx,

She's genuinely interested. I've never been with a BDSM virgin before and her curiosity is novel to me. I've worked plenty of scenes before when I was training submissives, but they already knew most of what this sort of thing entailed. Isabel, on the other hand, knows nothing. She looks so absolutely acquiescent right now…

I'll never get enough of this woman - my wife. I want to please her. I want to own her completely: Mind, body and soul. I want her to be my physical property. She is my physical property. When her eyes meet mine, I know without a doubt that I would do anything for her - anything.

I get it, Dylan. Please ... fuck me now," she says through clenched teeth. How can I resist her when she says it like that? And those fuck-me-eyes ... yes, I will fuck you, sweetheart, but I can't resist teasing her one last time. "Do you think you deserve this cock after the way you misbehaved?

What the fuck kind of cruel joke was this? Elsa stared at the last page for nearly a minute in dumbfounded shock and denial. If she hadn't stolen the damned thing, she would've demanded a refund. She felt like screaming at the top of her lungs, but instead, all that came out was lunatic laughter. She really was insane and Mr. Black was all to blame.

Take them off," I order and without hesitation she removes them and drops them on the floor. She lifts her cami so I can see her, then rubs her hand over her tummy and over the top of her mound while she watches me. When I look into her eyes she's licking her lips.
"Do you like what you see?" she asks playfully.
"You know I do."
"Good. When you apologize, you can have some."
Oh, hell no. "Let me remind you, as your husband and your Master, I don't need your permission. I'll have some with or without an apology, but because I love you and because it was a shitty thing for me to accuse you of, I'll apologize anyway. So for what's worth - I'm sorry for accusing you of hitting on Sawyer. I love you. Now open your legs like a good wife and let me fuck you.

You and I are so much alike, Isa; different, but alike. You threw yourself into your artwork to help cope with your abusive situation and to let your secret desires out, and I embraced it to forget about my parents' death.

Respect the woman, desire the slut, and cherish the little girl. Then you have the mind, body and soul. By Unknown

It never pleases me to punish willful disobedience, Isabel. Having to punish you for that sort of thing means I've failed to communicate what it is I expect out of you. It means I'm failing you as a Dom if you don't understand what my wants and needs are, and I hate failing at anything.

Mistress Isabel ties me down and pushes my limits of pain and pleasure, and I'm the one screaming out her name. True love, power exchange, contentment and most importantly, trust – have finally graced me with their presence and my life with Isa is complete.

Another song from her playlist came over the stereo, You Could be Happy by Snow Patrol and another, Embrace by Goldroom.

It seemed dark divine providence always had a hand in bringing them together; like their destinies were inexplicably linked. Was it coincidence or truly paranormal?

I want to crawl into his heart and live there forever. I vow to do whatever it takes to make him happy and keep him safe. I will exist to please only him. My entire world belongs to him now. He is mine and I am his. He is my Master and my everything.

Another lie in your game, only this time, you're lying to yourself. I know who you are. You can push me away, Victor, but I'll never stop loving you.

Dom is generous, loving and respectful to not only his submissive, but all women. He is gentlemanly in public, but playful in private and a savage in the bedroom.

She's belonged to me her whole life, but I only got my hands on her five months ago.

I want a real relationship, one without intimacy issues; without trust issues, but with all my emotional baggage, I don't know if that's possible.

He doesn't respond and this is his way of punishing me. To be ignored by him is worse than a spanking or paddling, because most times a spanking is quite enjoyable. He's learned that receiving pain from him is my weakness and not really a penalty at all and so he's taken to different forms of true punishment when the situation calls for it.

I'm going to fuck you tonight in ways you've never been fucked before, Isa. I'm in complete control tonight. Do you understand? I don't want any sass from you. I want you to give yourself completely to me and I better not sense any hesitation from you.

My sadistic husband has a soft side, too, and even though he likes to inflict pain on me, I know he would never hurt me beyond what I can handle.

Sometimes our balance has to be upset and our course reset in order to help us navigate to our final destination. This is my final destination and where I was meant to be.