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1 " I’ve never heard of a man trying to sandwich another woman between fingering me and fucking me in the same day. "
― C.D. Reiss , Submission (Submission, #1; Songs of Submission, #1-3)
2 " Where did you learn to do that?” “Los Angeles High School of Performing Arts,” I said. “They taught me how to open my throat to sing. Then Kevin Wainwright taught me how to put his dick down it.” He laughed. “I’d like to thank LA Unified and Kevin Whatever for this moment. "
3 " You turned my existence into a life. "
4 " He'd woken me from a dreamless sleep, and I couldn't roll over and close my eyes, because in my wakefulness, I'd started dreaming. "
5 " I’ll call him for you.” “I’m not about to suck your dick so you’ll make a call for me.” “And I’m not making the call so you’ll suck my dick. So, now that we’ve cleared that up, can you get on with it? "
6 " We can pretend this never happened.”“Up to you.” He touched my cheek with his fingertips, and I felt like an electrical cable to my nervous system went live. “I wouldn’t mind finishing the job.” “Let’s not promise each other anything.” “All right. No promises,” he said. "
7 " You’re not using me. You’re mine. You are my own personal goddess. It’s my job to make sure you’re happy. And if I can’t make you happy, I won’t feel right if you’re not taken care of as best as I can. So please, tell me how many people so I can feel right. "
8 " —Jesus Christ, the Echo Park family clinic? Are you serious?— "
9 " I tried to kill myself because I felt hopeless. You do this, I have hope. Okay?” “You’re whoring me out. "
10 " You’re mine. The minute I told you to spread your legs and you did it, you were mine. When I told you to beg for it and you did, you were mine. When you put your hands behind your back without being told, I owned you. You never had to say a word. You’re a natural submissive. "
11 " You are a natural submissive, Monica. You enjoy being obedient. You cede control with both hands. It’s exactly right. "
12 " As if him binding my hands wasn’t enough for me to feel possessed, owned, protected. "
13 " But he didn’t know how to take my repression, wring it out, and throw it out the window. He didn’t know how to fuck it out of me or quietly tell me to get undressed in the night air while he watched in such a way that wouldn’t make me laugh. I couldn’t have given Kevin my orgasms, because he didn’t want them. I could never have asked him to hurt me, because he would have. "
14 " Ok, what?” He knelt in front of me and kissed the inside of my knee before running his tongue up my thigh. I touched his shoulder, and he grabbed my wrists, placing my hands on my knees. “Say it.” “You own my orgasms.” “And?” He bit down, deep where my thigh creased into sex. The pain was sharp and perfect. I lost words for a second. “When do you come?” he asked. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading my legs farther apart. It didn’t hurt. It felt like surrender. It felt like giving myself over to his control. It felt safe. “I come when you say,” I whispered. "