Stories Of Submission Novels & Stories

My strength drains away like way, resistance deflating like a popped balloon. “Fuck, yes,” Nyx moans, and I think I moan too. I think I’m holding him for support, but I don’t remember where. I don’t need to. He is my pillar. My temple. Shall I let you in on a secret? That night, my first time with Kier, when he pushed into me, I learned then what true submission meant. It scared me. Mother didn’t teach me that. She didn’t think it possible that I submit to a man. She taught me control, strength, possession. But she didn’t teach me how to resist the devil called love.

Lena came with a keening cry that echoed into the night, her walls fluttering and clenching around my cock in rhythmic pulses that pulled my own climax from me in long, shuddering waves as I spilled deep inside her once more. Afterward I wrapped her carefully in a warm blanket and held her against my chest while we both stared out at the stars. “You have submitted fully to your captor,” I told her quietly, my voice carrying the full weight of everything we had shared over these intense days. “And in doing so you discovered something far greater than either of us expected at the beginning. You found freedom inside surrender and unexpected power in yielding completely to me.” Lena turned in my

“Do you care for your mate, Jesse?” “Of course I do!” “Do you plan to undermine or betray him?” “No!” “Then continue as you are. Be yourself. Show yourself true. And when he acts poorly, require more from him.” “Require more? Maya—I’m submitted. I’m his slave. I don’t get to require anything from him.” She leaned forward, her eyes glinting. “Submission is not the absence of care or intelligence, Jesse. It is the intentional offering of one’s will in service to another. I have been trying to show you—has nothing I’ve said gotten through that thick human skull of yours?”

Behind closed doors, the rules don’t exist. Welcome to a world of dark cravings, intense control, and the intoxicating thrill of the forbidden. This sizzling compilation brings together a collection of raw, high-stakes erotic stories where boundaries are crossed, inhibitions are shredded, and surrender is the only option. In Book One: Escapades with Step daddy, nineteen-year-old Ella Monroe's wicked fantasies become a dangerous reality when she is caught spying on her stepfather, Sebastian. What follows is a frantic, high-risk game of lust played right under her mother's nose—filled with breathless encounters, sharp commands, and an addiction neither of them can control. From taboo

"It's unfortunate, you would have been really useful. You're kind of cute too." As he began walking away, Nate felt as if ever single of his steps were signing his death warrant. Time had slowed down exponentially, feeling as if every single second felt like an hour as his mind raced with thoughts of what Dante had wanted and how he could have been useful. He had no idea why he had to tease him or act as if he was going to stab him, and the worse was that Dante had began undressing himself. It was only then that Nate finally connected the dots, gasping when he realized what Dante had been begging to receive. "You're..." he gulped, his eyes widening as he saw Dante's firm fingers reached onto

Just because my Charli could submit didn’t mean she was weak. On the contrary, it took a strong woman to be submissive, to relent and trust. That was the woman she was. Charli was fucking hot as hell when she gave herself—on her knees, her chin bowed, and eyes veiled. When she acquiesced, it was a gift, an offer to surrender her body and mind—her two most powerful assets. That’s what submission was meant to be, a gift. Something given, not something that was required or taken.

My voice is edged with impatience. He swallows hard. "She… she clawed out the general’s eye. That’s why he threw her into the Black Hole. His ego was wounded." I tilt my head, studying her anew. A woman who tore apart a man twice her size? I almost want to laugh. In my world, women don’t fight. They exist to serve. To please. To obey. They are born into submission, raised to know their place beneath men like me. They do not raise their voices. They are possessions—meant to be controlled, protected, used. They are either mated to strong males or sold off to forge alliances.

"Got to draw out the pleasure, Sophia, after hearing about this Mystery Babe that maybe wants to be my playmate. I sure wouldn't rush her when she wanted my cock in her ass. And the fantasy naturally led to a second orgasm for both of us." "Of course," Courtney snickered. "But, Mystery Babe didn't seem too subby to me. What about that?" "There's many forms of submission. I don't know her yet, so I picked one that turned me on. I think the most intense form of submission is when you share your deepest longings and responses with your partner. You invite them into your secret world and give them permission to turn the knobs. You don't hold anything back. On that scale, Mystery Babe submitted c

“Well then, you’re going to have them with me. Every single day with me as your dominant and you…. As my submissive… “ He told her. She was now trapped with him and now, she is his submissive and him… her dominant. THIS BOOK CONTAINS HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT AND ABUSE. IF YOU CAN'T STAND ANY MENTION ABOVE, THEN KINDLY PASS.

And now it was being used against her. “It was a two-time thing,” she said, voice low but firm. “It has nothing to do with my life now.” Dominic’s smile widened. “Doesn’t it? Reggie seems quite taken with you. I wonder what he would think if he knew his sweet, innocent girlfriend had her first taste of submission in a club full of strangers. Does he know?” Her eyes burned with unshed tears. “Do not bring him into this. Delete them. Please.” He leaned forward suddenly, elbows on the table, closing the distance between them. His voice dropped to an intimate whisper. “Ooh, he doesn't know..."