Desires Of Submission Novels & Stories

His chest was bare, his broad shoulders and muscular torso illuminated by the soft moonlight. Julian straddled Adrian’s lap, his bare skin warm and flushed against Adrian’s heavy, heat-radiating body. Julian’s dark hair was tousled, his lips swollen from hours of deep, passionate kisses. Adrian’s large, scarred hands rested on Julian’s hips, gripping him with possessive, reverent strength. "Look at me, Julian," Adrian growled softly, his voice thick with raw, uninhibited desire. Julian looked down into Adrian’s hazel eyes. There was no fear in Julian’s heart, no shame, and no lingering shadows. He was completely open, completely vulnerable, and entirely empowered in the arms of the man he lo

In the depths of my soul, a tempest rages, as I wrestle with the choice to surrender to these unearthly flames, or to follow the enigmatic allure of the man who promises salvation at the price of my compliance. And as I look at the man before me, there is a brief flicker of defiance. But then, with a resigned sigh, I lower my gaze and nod my head, my shoulders slumping in defeat. I surrender. The man's gaze narrows, his eyes becoming slits of suspicion, as he assesses the gesture with a discerning eye. "Words," he demands from me. I whisper through laboured breath, "Yes." He has gotten what he wanted all along... My submission. The corners of his lips ascend, a sliver of satisfaction creepin

He said as his eyes scanned my attire and look. His pent-up sexual frustration must be high. His eyes widened. "Shit did I say that out loud?" He shook his head in disbelief, yet he found it amusing. I smiled at him. "Am I right or am I right?" I asked him as if I knew the answer. He leaned closer towards me — Leveling himself to my ears. "Are you offering to be my release?" I froze. I couldn't get any word out of my mouth. "Yeah, I thought so. you just got a big ass mouth." He pulled away from my ears.

I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers, loving the way she stiffened under my touch. “Tomorrow night,” I promised, pulling back and watching her struggle to regain her composure. “I’ll have you screaming my name. And you’ll love every second of it.” She didn’t respond, just kept those defiant eyes on me, but I could see it now. The cracks. The fear. The submission waiting to be pulled from her. I smiled, dark and wicked. Her submission went straight to my cock. She was holding back, trying to play the obedient little girl, but I could see it—the war in her eyes, the rebellion simmering just beneath the surface. It was intoxicating, and fuck, did I say I wanted to fuck her?

The sight hit me like a punch, my face flushed and tear-streaked, mouth slack, body arched and trembling under him, ass marked red from his smacks, nipples clamped and swollen. Shame burned through me, hot and humiliating, and I tried to bury my face into the mattress, hiding from the depraved image of my own submission. “Don't you dare look away, baby,” Damian growled, his fingers tightening in my hair, pulling harder until my neck strained, forcing me to confront the mirror. “I want you to see every second as I fuck the brains right out of that pretty head. Watch how you take my cock like a desperate whore.” “M-More…” The plea escaped me in a needy whine, my thighs quivering from the strai

It's near the TV, so when he squatted down to reach for the remaining wood, I couldn't help but admire his arms and back. We’re just facing his back but his demeanor is already spitting so much authority. His Silas nature is evident. What more if he turns to look at me and stares? I might have trouble breathing because his eyes seem so commanding. Even from behind, you can immediately feel his respect and discipline. In everything he does, it seems controlled, and he knows exactly what he's doing.

He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her wet folds. The hot, smooth head bumped against her swollen clit, then slid back to her entrance. He pressed just the tip against her opening but didn’t push inside. Raven whimpered and pushed her ass back. “Please, Mr. Grayson… I need it.” “Beg properly,” he said, still rubbing his cock along her slit. “Tell me what you want.” “I want the promotion,” she gasped, her voice shook. “Please fuck me. I’ll do anything, i’ll come here whenever you want. Just please fuck me.”

It was as if her own body was answering the call of whatever was in his hand. “I am what your deepest desires summoned,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, resonant frequency that vibrated in her bones. “I am an incubus. A creature that lives in the spaces between what people want and what they are willing to admit. I feed on surrender, Lila. I feed on the moment a soul stops fighting and gives itself over to the dark.” Lila’s knees went weak. She reached out a hand to steady herself against a nearby bench, her brain struggling to process the words. “You’re… you’re not human?”

Two people fighting for both domination and submission. The lyrics have never really appealed to me until right in this very minute. Isn't submission an outlet? A way of forgetting your worries? Your fears? Your responsibilities? Your everyday life? Would being submissive help me move on from my hell? Could I be submissive? Was I ever a submissive woman? "I love the way you look at me, I love the way you smack my ass, I love the dirty things you do, I have control of you.." Butterflies swarm my belly as I sing the words..

It’s like a motion picture, waiting to heap his spunk on his filthy good girl… to reward me for being Daddy’s little slut. And damn it, I want all of it. ALL. The oil clings for a moment, before it comes rolling down. I have roughly thirty seconds to show Daddy that I deserve his reward. To give myself away like a whore and be ripped apart by my bare hands while I fantasize about him jerking in front of me while he watches me with pity. In submission, I kneel under the portrait, right beneath the rolling cum, as if begging for air itself. “This will be my last…” I mumble a weak promise, just to feel good.