Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 15 | 775 | She View more quotes about felt">felt his hand tighten in her hair, and pull back, lifting her head and bending it backward. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 15 | 772 | I will rejoice! I will beg to lick the boot that kicks me, I will beg to kiss the hand that strikes me! Oh dominate me, and own me, my Master! I am yours, my Master! Then suddenly it seemed the blood froze in her veins, as she met his eyes. |
| 15 | 773 | "Master?" she asked. |
| 15 | 774 | "You will now finish your bit of ka-la-na," he said. |
| 15 | 775 | She felt his hand tighten in her hair, and pull back, lifting her head and bending it backward. |
| 15 | 776 | She saw the tiny glass before her, her head bent back. |
| 15 | 777 | His eyes were hard. |
| 15 | 778 | In them there was no longer any hint of kindness, of tenderness, of gentleness. |
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I will rejoice! I will beg to lick the boot that kicks me, I will beg to kiss the hand that strikes me! Oh dominate me, and own me, my Master! I am yours, my Master! Then suddenly it seemed the blood froze in her veins, as she met his eyes.
"Master?" she asked.
"You will now finish your bit of ka-la-na," he said.
She felt his hand tighten in her hair, and pull back, lifting her head and bending it backward.
She saw the tiny glass before her, her head bent back.
His eyes were hard.
In them there was no longer any hint of kindness, of tenderness, of gentleness.
- (Prize of Gor)