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He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

I ask her. She nods. “Say it honey, I need you to say it with your mouth” I tell her. “Yes, Mistress,” she says firmly. “I'm here to be your submissive.” “And what is a submissive??” I drawl. “A submissive is an owned girl, property of a dominant,” she replies. “Good girl,” I smirk. “Now, what does a submissive do?” “To serve their masters or mistress,” she replies with no hesitation. “Good girl!” Then I touch her ass softly, causing her to inhale sharply as my nails scratch her skin.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

My legs trembled as I stood up. I took my time unbuttoning my school shirt, letting the fabric fall open inch by inch. His dark eyes followed every movement. When I reached back and unhooked my bra, my small, perky tits spilled free, nipples already stiff from the cool air and pure arousal. I turned around, bent at the waist, and slowly slid my skirt and panties down my legs. I stayed bent over, reaching back to spread my ass for him, showing off my soaked pussy and tight little hole.

He corrected and I slowly nodded my head in understanding. “A dominant is someone who’s always in control, someone who’s in power, or superior to the other… while a submissive is someone who tends to seek for guidance, control and confidence from the dominant. A submissive is someone who’s ready to put their trust in a dominant, because they know that the dominant wouldn’t ever hurt them or lead them astray.” He paused and I swallowed emptily, all what he had just said was still flying around the inside of my head but I was gradually digesting them all.

The Submissive agrees to be open to this guidance, while maintaining their personal integrity and emotional well-being. Clause 8: Role Play and Exploration The Submissive agrees to explore various forms of role-play and power dynamics within their relationship, as long as it adheres to the agreed-upon rules and boundaries. Both parties agree to maintain open communication about any role-play scenarios, ensuring mutual satisfaction and consent. Clause 9: Discretion and Privacy Both parties agree to respect the privacy and confidentiality of their relationship. Any activities, discussions, or experiences outside of the relationship should not be shared with others without mutual consent. This

I ask her. She nods. “Say it honey, I need you to say it with your mouth” I tell her. “Yes, Mistress,” she says firmly. “I'm here to be your submissive.” “And what is a submissive??” I drawl. “A submissive is an owned girl, property of a dominant,” she replies. “Good girl,” I smirk. “Now, what does a submissive do?” “To serve their masters or mistress,” she replies with no hesitation. “Good girl!” Then I touch her ass softly, causing her to inhale sharply as my nails scratch her skin.

He whispers and I respond harshly and bluntly. "I was underage and out of your league." I tell him. He kisses my lips slowly and all I felt was disgust but I held myself back and tried to go with the flow. He removes my bra, although it took him almost ten minutes to snap a bra hook off and I made no effort to help him. Slowly, we are both naked and he kept trailing wet and disgusting kisses all over my body and I felt a tear escape my eye although I shrug it off and try to fake a moan to seem like I actually enjoyed his thrust and his disgusting kisses.

"This is heaven, Brie. Ah!" My hand was trembling when I held the doorknob. I already know what's happening inside but I still wanted to see it with my own eyes and made myself believe that it's not real, that maybe I was just imagining things. I wanted to know who's the girl he's with and that I'm not right in thinking that it was who I was thinking of because I truly believe that she can't do that to me, that she will never betray me like this. I slowly turned the knob and slightly opened the door. And just like what I expected, they are naked in the bed and enjoying each other's company like they are not betraying someone—me.

it was something to behold. "Letting you entice me into using you so you can get off is greedy, not submissive. I know you're new to this, but that's not how it works. A submissive does what she's told. She doesn't argue. She puts the wants and needs of her master first, and her own second. Or maybe third." "I sucked your dick! I let you spank me!" "And you came from both of those," I countered. Candy gasped. "You got off from sucking Canon's cock?" Her nipples were visible through her dress now. Their location was even more noticeable when she started twisting them through the thin red fabric.