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Fin wrapped his hand around Jax's waist as he spoke, "First, he beats Nico, then he causes his Beta to submit. Now he's curled up in your lap. He's definitely not your normal sub. In fact, if I didn't see the way he acted around you, I don't think I'd consider him a sub at all. I'd rather not get on his bad side." "You and me both." That came from Josh, who glanced at his future luna with respect and slight fear. They weren't wrong. The way he acted and carried himself made it extremely clear that he was an Alpha through and through. And a strong one at that. I didn't mind, though. In fact, the way he dominated others while submitting to me was sexy, in my opinion. It gave me more to cherish

"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

Eve spent the entire trip fondling her servant while casually chatting with the driver about road conditions and possible hurricanes. By the time they got home, Trish was aroused and desperate for sex. Eve ordered her to put her hands against the wall and remain in that position, no matter what. Trish would get her orgasm, but she'd have to remain in that submissive posture for her Mistress to oblige her.

“You’re not learning. Who’s in charge here?” “But I need it,” she whines. I step closer, pressing my body against her heated skin, my hand sliding between her thighs to feel how soaked she already is. “What you need and what you think you deserve are two different things. You come here chasing pain because it gets you off, but you never actually submit. You want the high without the surrender.” Her hips rock against my fingers despite her words. “I submit when it’s worth it.” I pinch her clit lightly, making her jolt. “You’re disrespectful, sub. What do you call me?”

- Each time we are in the red room, you will no longer have a name; you will be called number 1, because you are the first submissive to come to my floor. Here is a submission contract that is known only to us and my lawyers. In addition to the contract, there is a questionnaire that you must answer as honestly as possible, your preferences, what you hate the most; based on your answers, I will know how to conduct the sessions. - What are these sessions? - They are sessions where you will have a lot of pleasure. You are my submissive, my slave in the red room. But outside the room, you are my personal assistant in the eyes of everyone. I have two mistresses, four girlfriends in different cit

"Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught." Devon shifted and said. "The ideal candidate would have sufficient submissive traits, most probably discovered by self searching, or experimentation with sexual mates. We could seek out several of these, train them up, and then assist them in finding more permanent masters, for a small fee of course." "Honestly Devon, I like

And the rush of the lie felt absolutely incredible to my inner beast. “But enough about my small projects. What brings the high enforcer to the commercial counters, Councilman?” I flipped a few loose strands of dark hair off my shoulder and deliberately placed a soft, lingering hand right against his heavily muscled forearm, hoping the physical touch would force the blood straight out of his brain and down into his trousers. The giant immediately let out a choked cough, his tan neck turning an unmistakable shade of deep red. That was exactly the submissive reaction my wolf was hunting for.

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.

He can't know anything. Aiden snorts, cold. “Please. I’d have to fuck a girl to feel anything for her. Danika listens. She’s structured. She fits into my schedule at Velmorian.” “You’d take her there?” “Yes,” Aiden replies. “They don’t have submissives. I need one who follows orders.” Miller chuckles darkly. “No man wants a girl with brains, Mr. Abbott. You’ll rot her. A good submissive needs nothing but a body and an empty head. Something to fuck and fill with obedience. You’ll ruin her with books and agency.”

“I don’t…well…besides reading romance novels with a bit of a domination theme. I realized that type of sexual relationship was what I was looking for.” “Submissive?” She nodded. “Say the word. If you want to be submissive to me, you’ll say it.” “Submissive.” “So if you’re submissive, that makes me…?” “Dominant.” “Exactly. Do you know what it means to be under the rule of a dominant male, Domini?” “No. But I know you’ll teach me. I want you to teach me.”