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."

“Ahh! Yes! Please! I am your helpless boy toy. I love you so much it scares me. Use me. Ruin me. I am nothing without you!” Teyana rode me even harder, grinding and slamming, taking everything she wanted. She slapped my face lightly, then pinched my nipples hard while continuing to fuck me senseless. My entire body shook beneath her. I was completely lost in submissive pleasure, moaning and whimpering like a bitch in heat. “You are such a pathetic romantic,” she taunted, bouncing faster. “Crying and begging and moaning for me. This cock belongs to my pussy now.” “Yes! It’s yours!” I sobbed with pleasure. “Everything I have is yours. Please don’t ever stop using me. I yearn for you every seco

“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

“But to be honest, Erna, I like your idea just now about harnesses. Can I include that in my next story idea? Do you mind if I ask a few questions regarding BDSM relationships?” Dania's eyes filled with curiosity. “Yeah… sure. Why not?” Erna said, a little hesitant. “If you don't mind–” “Oh, absolutely not! Some of my acquaintances who are also web novel writers also work on BDSM erotic genre stories. I was curious because according to my current calculations, it's a pretty popular genre." "I see," Erna nodded slowly, turning her body while pulling Bianca's hand. "We will talk later. We better get out now before we're too late."

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.

I nodded slowly, as I started to feel a little uneasy about the situation. "So, the thing we are doing right now is," he continued, leaning forward slightly. "BDSM. Bondage. Dominant. Submissive. Masochist. Sadist. It's a form of erotic power exchange where one partner takes on a dominant role, controlling the other partner's actions and movements through various forms of bondage or restraint.

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.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

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.