submission

Augustus was sensible that mankind is governed by names; nor was he deceived in his expectation, that the senate and the people would submit to slavery, provided they were respectfully assured that they still enjoyed their ancient freedoms.

This is how you will remember that you are mine. Every painful touch, everyaching hug, will remind you - that you are a slave - to me.

Know what__ worse than cold turkey? Just a little bump. One tiny sip to take the edge off. The edges never went away, they only got sharper. Every addict would tell you. Gray areas couldn__ exist in a sober environment.

I needed to channel the darkness that ran through my veins and embrace it. To play this game better than this man ever could have predicted. After all, I__ only been with him twice, and already I could see his weakness. His weakness was me.

I didn__ know what to say. What to do. I didn__ feel strong anymore. I felt like I couldn__ go on without him. He loved me fiercely. Obsessively. Rivalled only by the intensity which I felt for him. So why couldn__ we be together?

I__ not letting you go, baby girl. You need to accept that.

It wasn__ desire, it was biology. My body was adapting to the situation. Doing what it needed to survive. That, I was certain of. Because if I had liked it, liked the hands of this monster, that would have made me a monster too.

Don__ deny me what__ mine, Brighton.

I__ single-handedly go to war and burn their whole organization to the ground before I ever let them harm what was mine. And there were no two ways about it- Brighton would always be mine.

Even when she was on her knees- filled with my darkness- she was still shining bright. My Siren__ song, my exposed nerve. She lured me in and made me feel. And then she left me to perish.

It was Brighton. She made me fucking insane. Her beauty and absolute perfection dissolved any moral boundaries that may have existed within me.

She was the only antidote for the bleakness that lived inside of me. My goddess. My deity. I wasn__ a believer in any religion, but I__ make an exception in this case. I__ get down on my knees and worship at her alter every day if it brought her back to me.

I was Mrs. Taylor yesterday._ I grin at Taylor, who flushes.__hat has a nice ring to it, Miss Steele,_ Taylor says matter-of-factly.__ thought so, too.__hristian tightens his hold on my hand, scowling. __f you two have quite finished, I__ like a debrief._ He glares at Taylor, who now looks uncomfortable, and I cringe inwardly. I have overstepped the mark.__orry,_ I mouth at Taylor, who shrugs and smiles kindly before I turn to follow Christian.____l be with you shortly. I just want a word with Miss Steele,_ Christian says to Taylor, and I know I__ in trouble.Christian leads me into his bedroom and closes the door.__on__ flirt with the staff, Anastasia,_ he scolds.I open my mouth to defend myself__hen close it again, then open it. __ wasn__ flirting. I was being friendly__here is a difference.___on__ be friendly with the staff or flirt with them. I don__ like it.__h. Good-bye, carefree Christian. ____ sorry,_ I mutter and stare down at my fingers. He hasn__ made me feel like a child all day. Reaching down he cups my chin, pulling my head up to meet his eyes.__ou know how jealous I am,_ he whispers.__ou have no reason to be jealous, Christian. You own me body and soul.

One cowboy is never enough.

God, he was an evil bastard, but boy was he good!

I__ sure you can manage from here_, and without a further word, he walked out of her room, then let himself out of her flat.

I had to have her, and I did. She got on her knees when I told her to. She slipped easily into play and out again, becoming her witty, intelligent self seamlessly. She wasn't intimidated by me. She teased and challenged me. She kissed like she meant it, and from the very first night, she enjoyed fucking without reservation or shame. Monica was, in a word, perfect.

He moves suddenly so that his hand is cupping my sex, and one of his fingers sinks slowly into me. His other arm holds me firmly in place around my waist. I suppress my moan. "This is mine," he whispers aggressively. "All mine. Do you understand?" He eases his finger in and out as he gazes down at me, gauging my reaction, his eyes burning. "Yes, yours,