Novel & Cerita Erotic Submissive Stories

He squeezed hard; the sharp pain sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to her clit, making her leak a fresh wave of honey onto the bedspread. "Don't you dare give yourself to any man that easily," Ryder commanded, his voice a low, terrifying snarl. "Do you understand me? You make them work for it. You make them crawl for it. You don't let some boy put his face between your legs unless he's worth it." "You... you're crazy," she breathed, but her hips were already rising to meet him, her pussy pulsing against the air. "And I told you already, I never want anyone to do something so nasty to me."

He palmed one roughly, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers until I cried out into his mouth. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, sucking hard at the sensitive skin just below my ear, no doubt leaving dark hickeys that would mark me as his for days. “Tell me more,” he demanded, voice husky against my throat. “Tell me every dirty fantasy you’ve had about me. I want to hear how you moaned my name alone in your room while you fucked yourself with your fingers, pretending they were mine.”

“Look at you. My perfect baby girl, naked and waiting for her Daddy exactly as she was told. So obedient. So ready to learn how Daddy really likes to fuck.” He opened the bag and pulled out several items: soft black rope, leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a thick leather belt. My heart raced faster at the sight. “From now on, sweetheart,” he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?”

he growls against my neck before planting a hot, open-mouthed kiss just below my ear. My eyes flutter shut as his lips and tongue graze that sweet spot on my neck, and just like that—it happens. The shift. The flip. We’re not in the club anymore, not really. We’re in our world. His and mine. He’s my Dom, I’m his sub, and everything else just... falls away. No small talk. No permission needed. At this point, the only thing that could stop him is if I called end scene. “Every second since that night at the restaurant…I’ve been picturing this. Fantasizing about bending you over the nearest surface and taking you right there. I almost lost my goddamn mind watching you while eating dessert, imagi

She couldn't keep her eyes off Tristan's masculine build and wet hairy chest. If this man was gonna be on her tonight, then she had no business getting angry at his pecky behavior towards her. "You are my submissive for the night so you should show more respect." Tristan said as he moved toward her. Erica's eyes widened. "Submissive? That means.....I won't have any movements of my own?" She was a call girl but has never come in contact with a dominant. Until tonight. "If you can't do that, the door is right behind you." Tristan replied still walking towards her.

A grin flashed across Erick's face. He gently guided me backwards until I fell across the bed. As I shuffled into place, he crawled up between my legs, his cock rock hard and the condom shining around it. Erick carefully lined up his cock with my entrance, flashed me a grin, and then slammed his entire length into me. A groan escaped me lips. Automatically, I wrapped my legs around him, trying to push him even deeper inside me. The heat that had been burning in my crotch all night began to grow and spread until it felt as if my entire body was burning.

wall again, lifted pounding, back scraping as he slammed nonstop. Doggy on the floor next, ass up, cock spearing from behind, hands fisting hair. "Show size... take it all, crush girl." "Beg nicely... or no more. Fall in love? Mine to unlock anytime." Second climax hit, body shaking, gushing around him. He followed, pulling out to rub cum over my ass, then back in, senseless rhythm, hardening minutes later, true to the pull. Counter tease, bed tangle hours of desperate fucks, tension's fire consuming.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

Toussaint’s speed on Jace’s cock doubled, stroking his full length as fast as he could while they both moaned from a mutual pleasure. Jace bucked and went taut in Toussaint’s embrace as he felt himself on the edge. “I’m cumming,” he managed to say breathlessly as he threw his head back. Thick white ropes of cum spurted from Jace’s cock continuously as Toussaint stroked him while Jace whimpered weakly until he went limp in place. “My turn,” Toussaint whispered huskily against Jace’s earlobe and Jace’s limp cock went erect immediately.

There was only surrender, only Marcus, only the collar. He switched holes, slamming back into her dripping pussy while the vibrator stayed mercilessly on her clit. “One more, pet. Give me everything.” The fourth orgasm shattered her completely. Lena’s vision whited out. She floated, weightless, every nerve singing with overwhelming pleasure and pain and devotion. Subspace claimed her fully, tears of pure release, soft broken moans, complete and utter trust. Marcus finally allowed himself to let go. He dropped the vibrator, gripped her hips hard, and pounded her pussy with brutal, possessive strokes. “You’re mine. My collared whore. My good fucking girl.”