Stories Of Submission Novels & Stories

he commands. My throat tightens and my body swells at the vibration of his voice. I take a moment to steady my breath before lowering myself to the floor. I position myself so Ethan and the unit have a profile view of my surrender. I bite my cheek to suppress the sound as my bound wrists dig into my spine. He crossed my arms on purpose; every move I make causes the plastic to bite deeper. I plant my heels and spread my legs wide, exposing my ruin to him. Kai drops to a kneel, ghosting his fingers along my inner thigh. "Look at my submissive." There’s a cruel amusement in his tone, and his unit laughs. "He’s so far gone he’s slicking the floor."

“If you fail to secure a husband tonight, your life as you know it is over. You will be sold off as a cheap whore. Gone is the lavish, loving life. Gone is your future.” He leans forward, voice dripping malice. “We’ll make sure the fucking dogs feast on you.” Behind him, a row of female teachers stand in stillness—heads bowed, hands folded neatly. But even they can’t hide their fear. Their shoulders are tight, faces pale. “Now seduce them,” he growls. “Like you’ve been taught. You are submissives—flawless, refined. The best in the world. Show them.” Then, with a final flick of his hand: “Leave.”

Didn’t it? Something clicked in my head. That very first night, I’d resisted an Alpha’s sway. How had I done that? It might have been because I was fueled by so much rage, and he was trying to get me to sleep with him at the time. Following an Alpha’s orders was supposed to be compulsory though. I tried to remember if he’d used sway the very first time I saw him standing in the living room. Had he just told me to kneel and submit to him as Alpha or had there been more to it?

I was grateful that he only knew of one. "How did you find me?" I asked Alpha King Lincoln. "Where is my daughter?" He asked. "She's not here. Please, just let me live out my days in peace,” I begged. "McKenna, why won't you be mine? This started as a quest with you, but I have always desired you in such a way that I could never admit to my mate. Maybe the Moon Goddess made a mistake," he reasoned. "The Moon Goddess makes no mistakes!" I yelled. “You love Antionette, but you lust for me. That is not love, Alpha. You thirst for me because you can no longer have me. That, my lord, is not love. It is control over another," I added. “Is that what you think? Do you think I want to control you, my

She was born an omega. Born to submit. To do everything her superiors wanted without question whenever they pulled rank. As a result, most of the other wolves in her pack took advantage of her every chance they could. Similar to what Nerissa, a second-rank gamma wolf- was doing to her that very moment. “Good doggy,” Nerissa chuckled, looking down at the top of Liora’s dark brown head. Her blue eyes gleamed coldly while the rest of the omegas watched on in silence.

“Observe. Endure. Respond. Awareness and submission are tethered. Every inch is claimed. Every breath belongs to us.” I knelt trembling. My chest heaved. The pain from their grips pulsed through my body in slow, burning waves, mixing with the slick heat and the overwhelming sense of submission. Slick still warmed my skin in glistening trails. The fire burned low, shadows stretching across the den. I had endured every test. I had responded fully. I had allowed their attention to press me deeper into submission. Every inch of my body, every pulse, every breath belonged entirely to them.

He had pointed his finger at the simple, severe, almost monastic silhouette in the designer's catalog. "That one. You will wear that. It will cover you from head to toe, and every man in that room will know that what lies beneath belongs to me." His words, always a command disguised as a statement. I didn't argue. I haven't argued for a long time. Submission is not defeat, I've finally learned. It is a calculated surrender, a complete relinquishment of will in exchange for a paradoxical freedom: the freedom to no longer choose, to no longer have to fight against what I most deeply desire – him and the dispossession he embodies.

My hips buckled wildly but he pulled away, edging me even further. “You see?” He muttered into my ear, fingers gripping my chin do I had no choice but to look at him. “You are my little dirty slut, you don’t come until I allow it. You don’t belong to anyone else. Not that client, not her,” His gaze burned into me. “Only me.” “Yes sir, I sobbed. “Only you.” His lips brushed my ear. “Good girl.” At last, he pressed the vibrator back harder this time. My body arched, chains rattling as the orgasm ripped through me so violently, I screamed his name. My fluids pooling all over the table as I collapsed against glass, sweaty, ruined and breathless.

It took over every sense of feeling I still had. It wasn't done, until every part of me leaked of this foreign energy… this strange power… It didn't stop until my soul converged with it, swallowing me while… Only then did I hear the words at the fading ends of my brain; ‘Betrayal. Hunger. Obsession. Lust—and Submission…’ My heart exploded as it clicked like a heavy punch to my soul—I submitted to the companion’s voice… I could have unknowingly completed the last condition by submitting to something I didn't fully understand… I could have—

Hands raised while clasped together, she pleaded, “I’m sorry, Master. I’ll stop. I’ll be good. I won’t fight anymore and let you take the lead. I’m just scared. I ask a lot of questions when I’m curious. Please don’t be angry with me.” Hunter slowed his breathing as he looked down at the woman at his feet. Looking back and forth between the security guards, they just shrugged. The vision before him was like a gut-wrenching blow. Trying to take in a shaky breath was like trying to force life back into himself. He had never had a sub bow to him before. He never allowed it. To him, it meant a bond. Total submission of control mixed with the one thing he had always avoided: the promise of a real