Quiet Submissive Novels & Stories

I say provoking her. "K.," She says pissed. "What's wrong?" I ask worriedly. "It's just... He hangs out with me and shows the signs but he does nothing." She says sadly. "Oh... Honey, I think he just is unsure about you. I mean, he doesn't want to make any mistakes and if he maybe has feelings for you he just doesn't tell because he wants to be sure you do. If you don't he would tell and make your situation worse." I comfort her.

Yeah, she is friendly and all, I got to know almost everything about her in 3hours. She's a mother, she loves her job, her kids are annoying but cute and yeah, guess you get the picture. To be honest, she is funny and friendly. And no, it's not a facade, she is genuine but I don't know what I'd be facing tonight so I have no interest in her chit chat. She seems to notice my discomfort because she stopped talking for a while before she finally speak up. "Are you nervous?" "Is it that obvious? I mean, yes, I am."

And I would’ve let it. Triston gripped my cheek, his thumb pressing softly into my skin, forming small circles on me. His other hand slipped down the center of my back, brushing over the zipper of my dress. The inside of the house remained silent. A long sigh of fabric gave way as he pulled it down with effortless precision. The dress nearly slipped off me, and my skin felt the warmth of him as he moved his hand to touch me. We were both in such an absurd mood, Triston's hand twisted on the back of my head, pushing me forward. My breath was nearly stolen, our faces so close to each other that we both could smell the alcohol on us.

"Stop, it feels like fire, my wolf is, it is breaking." "Submit, Joanna," I commanded, my thoughts echoing like thunder inside her brain, overriding every single muscle, every single nerve, and every single instinct she possessed. With a loud, wet sob, her arms gave out beneath her, her forehead slamming directly into the dirt right at my feet, her whole body trembling in a posture of complete, absolute submission that she couldn't fight if she tried. The northern warriors watched in stunned silence, their jaws dropping as they saw the woman who had just killed their Alpha Marcus groveling in the ash like a common slave.

The room fell quiet for a moment as all three of them absorbed that. Raymond broke the silence. “We don’t react aggressively.” Selene nodded. “That would confirm we feel threatened.” Amber added, “But we don’t ignore it either.” Raymond’s gaze shifted to her. “What are you suggesting?” Amber met his eyes, her expression calm but firm. “We show stability.” Selene frowned slightly. “Meaning?” “No sudden changes,” Amber explained. “No defensive displays. No escalation.” A pause. “We let them see exactly what we are.”

Hearing her friend cry so desperately caused Chloe's own chest to twist with a sharp, heavy ache. Lulu was an incredibly stubborn creature by nature. Once she anchored her mind onto a specific path, she would blindly follow it to the very end, entirely blind to the warning signs. Chloe harbored a deep, lingering anxiety that once Lulu finished this emotional purging, her submissive habits would kick in, and she would crawl right back to Silas's shadow like a mindless fool.

Almost like she could see something he couldn't, something that made her soften up from inside. "Dylan, right?" May spoke with caution, her tone being even more approachable and gentle. "I really won't hurt you... I swear on my core." Dylan stared at her, still taking a step back in spite of May's submission. "Look," May slowly went down on her knees, her legs moving around till she was now seated on the ground. He had no idea what her intentions were, but he also put his butt down on the ground without a second thought. May didn't disregard his act so he believed it was okay.

Personal Qualities: The Submissive will not enter into any sexual relations with anyone other than the Dominant. The Submissive will conduct herself respectfully and modestly at all times. She must recognize that her behavior is a direct reflection on the Dominant. She shall be held accountable for any misdeeds, wrongdoings, and misbehavior committed when not in the presence of the Dominant. Failure to comply with any of the above will result in immediate punishment, the nature of which shall be determined by the Dominant.

And steadiness doesn’t attract everyone. It filters. People who relied on chaos mistake your calm for detachment. People who relied on access mistake your boundaries for rejection. But those who value coherence recognize it instantly. They don’t ask you to explain your no. They don’t flinch at your silence. They don’t interpret your autonomy as threat. They adjust themselves—not you. I notice how my body responds now. Less tension before conversations. Less rehearsal after them. Less need to check whether I was “too much” or “not enough.”

Her breaths increased and her panting heavily intensified. His hands gripped her hair and neck simultaneously, she felt choked up but had to remain submissive, Ken was having rough sex with her and the pleasure was one sided. Nicky held in, forcing herself to remain on track, praying he slowed down. At last ken had slowed down, thrusting in a lot gradual than previously. Ken’s veins had popped out, he smiled in lustful delight. They resumed kissing as she kept on stroking his manhood. Ken’s mouth was getting loosened.