Desires Of Submission の小説・ストーリー

He shudders violently, howling in pleasure. I'm in love with him. To the point where I swallow it all. I want to impress him. I want to serve him. I want to be his, physically and spiritually. I want him to dominate me, to claim me as his possession and to be an object he can use anytime he likes. I want to worship him! So this is what it feels like to be submissive. In this state, technically I'm a slut—his slut. I lay on top of him, giving myself to him like a willing prisoner.

I need to be careful my lust doesn't turn me into a cheap whore! I moan with each pull-up on his cock, my throat clearing to express my pleasure. I slurp and suck, wrapping my lips tightly around his dick, drinking Daddy in and devouring his taste. I know my wishes won't be met. I know I'm obligated to fulfill a man's every desire. But this only makes me more fervent in my actions. I want to be his whore. I want to be the girl who submits and works only for his pleasure. Mine comes secondary, which is incredibly sexy to me.

Maybe even interest. He leaned in slightly, his voice a low murmur. “Darling, if I wanted submission, I’d take it. What I want… is surrender.” The distinction made my breath hitch. Surrender wasn’t about force. It was about choice. And that made it far more dangerous. "Come here." He patted his lap. My heart thundered like it was trying to tear out of my chest. Every step toward him felt like a betrayal of reason, of morality, of everything I told myself I wouldn't feel.

he stated, his voice filled with a potent combination of desire and command. She nodded happily, embracing his words. “You should show me my place,” she suggested, her voice laced with submissive longing. “And where’s that?” he inquired, his eyes closing briefly, revealing a flash of passion and cruelty provoked by her words. “Wherever you want me. Begging for whatever you think I deserve,” she responded, her desire growing more intense with each passing moment. “Right now—” Aiden’s voice wavered, his eyes betraying the intensity of his arousal and dominance. “I think you deserve to be fucked. I think you deserve to be fucked until all you can do is scream my name.”

And stunningly gorgeous. I have this strong need to be around him whenever we are together in the same room. I can’t explain this pull but I want him to hold me. I wanted to feel his lips on mine. I wanted him to bend me over and give me the spanking Merigold threatened. I wanted for him to take away some of my burdens. I wanted to submit it to him. I wanted him to handcuff me to the bed and take complete control. And that was the problem. I have never felt this drawn to anyone before and I have never wanted to submit to anyone before. I have thought about it. Even fantasized about it. I have even checked out a few clubs back home. Experimented once or twice. But never submitted. I just c

The darkness is approaching, maybe because I've been horny all morning. Raw desire is coursing through me, hunger too. I want so much from Amelia: her trust, her compliance, her submission—I want to own her, stamp my name onto her forehead. This woman is mine. "More!" She breathes. "Harder!" Her voice awakens something within me—it's overwhelming, and I begin to pound faster into her tight pussy. I want her to lose herself in me, surrender to me completely. I will not stop until she comes undone. I desire to own my mate, both her body and soul. I want her grasping around me.

It was my duty, my responsibility, to fulfill his needs, to offer him the pleasure he sought. The thought, once repugnant, now held a strange, undeniable allure. The act of submission, of giving myself over to his desires, was strangely liberating, a release from the constraints of my inhibitions.

She bowed her head lower in Submission. He moved closer to her and touched her neck before moving his hand to touch her shoulder. Desire jerked back at the sudden contact and tried to pry away from him but that didn't stop him from placing a finger on her chin to try to lift her head up to him. "Why do you defy me, little dove?" He demanded and Desire was torn. Torn between pleasing her Master and bending one of the rules holding their region together.

It's an exquisite blend of pleasure and pain, a unique cocktail that intensifies my latent desires. My muscles, still recovering from the soul-wracking orgasm, tremble under the strain as he guides me forcefully onto the floor. The very essence of his touch, wrapped within my tresses, propels me onto my knees, despite my weakened thighs barely able to support me. There, in that vulnerable position, I find myself confronted by his dominating presence. His purple, bulging cock stands proud in front of my face, an embodiment of his unspoken desires and my submission. In that electrifying moment, I understand his intentions implicitly. The intensity of our connection transcends words, and it is

“Submission is not weakness. It is strength offered by choice. It requires restraint, precision, and devotion.” She inhaled again, held, and released. “You will learn how to still your body. You will control your reactions. You will own your desire and offer it back to me with discipline.” Her stomach fluttered at the word desire. He came to stand before her and slowly knelt on the mat. His hand brushed her knee, warm and steady. “Close your eyes.”