Subdued Novels & Stories

Do I have any spare boxers in my bag? "Y-Yu-" "Ah, Atlas..." my voice came out hoarse and muffled against her breast and my dick got harder, "Fuck." "...Please..." her words were lost to me. "Huh?" "Release... my arms... please..." She sounded out of breath and I quirk my brow in confusion.

Erica shurrged "do you have a better explanation for the bitter maltreatments I got from mother?" Andrew was quite, standing there staring at his daughter. Erica sighed "I guess you don't." She walked away heading to my room. Andrew scoffed running his hands throughout his hair. "This cannot be happening..." he thought looking depressed.

But me , we are much different than that . " Look on the bright side Kane will be there . " Shiva said with mischief in her eyes . " Oh goddess no ." I laughed and rolled my eyes at her. I got out of the tub and dried off . " He doesn't seem that bad …. " I cut her off before she could finish . " He is not .. it's just a lot on my plate these days , and my magic I can feel it getting stronger and that worries me ." I said while putting on my clothes .

"Come closer Alex." "Sir?" "Come closer," He repeated slowly. Alex took a step forward. "Closer." Another step. "Closer Alex don't make me come to you." Alex took a deep sigh and walked towards him. "Now, look at my face, tell me what you see?" Alex actually saw a lot of things, eyebrows he found too bushy, mustard at his chin and whatever whitish substance was at his moustache. "Anger," Alex murmured. "Louder!"

Third Person Marcus withdrew his fist slowly, giving the sub’s rim time to close around the emptiness. The hole stayed soft and open, shiny under the lights, still shaped by everything that had already been inside it. He coated his cock in the same heavy lube, lined up, and drove in to the hilt in one continuous thrust. The sub’s muffled cry against the gag was immediate and raw.

He turned the pin a quarter turn. The sublevel went entirely silent for one full second, the specific silence of something large changing state, and then the panel housing shuddered once and the quality of the air in the corridor shifted in a way that was physical and unmistakable a pressure releasing, a tension that had been structural becoming suddenly absent, the sublevel breathing differently than it had thirty seconds ago.

Eleven days. The number sat on the tablet like a quiet verdict. Sebastian had stopped calling the gaps reinforcement periods in conversation. He simply updated the calendar and left the Primaries to do what they had already proven they could do: keep me open, keep me soft, keep the baseline so high that eighty-five would feel like the next natural breath instead of a threshold. I woke each morning to the same condition. The dull, deep throb between my legs. The slow, warm leak that had become as ordinary as breathing.

Celeste I stepped into the elevator lobby, the low hum of conversation buzzing around me like a distant storm, barely audible but impossible to ignore. The polished marble floors reflected the overhead lights in soft pools, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered faintly in the air. Sebastian was already there, standing near the far wall with that calm, unreadable expression he always wore at work. His posture was relaxed, hands tucked casually into his pockets, but his presence was like a silent anchor—steady and unavoidable. The way he stood, so still and confident, made the air around him feel charged, as if something was quietly simmering beneath the surface.

Sibelle - Alright, I will run us a bath, it will do you good. I have pain between my thighs, haaa, it's unpleasant. He comes back a few minutes later and lifts me to place me in the bath. - Are you okay? - Yes, much better, sir. - I like it when you call me that! You are stunning, and that luscious mouth, I dream of feeling it on me. He caresses my lower lip with his thumb and puts it in my mouth.

His eyelids drooped heavily, a testament to the fatigue that lay beneath his stoic expression. I couldn’t help but notice the weariness etched into his features, a silent plea for rest. As expected, Sebastian began to protest, his stubborn nature refusing to yield to something as mundane as sleep. Yet with a single piercing glare a playful threat of a month without intimacy I silenced his objections.