Novel & Cerita Submissive Brat

I shouldn't be caring about Fred but the moment I make the decision to stop being his submissive, I wouldn't be the only one to get hurt, Fred too. This is so fucked up! I hate him! But I also want him, I'm literally going crazy. I shook my head to his answers as a triumphant grin etched his face. “Good girl….” He mumbled in a sexy voice. Fuck, his voice. This man would be the end of me. “Now kneel…”He muttered and shifted backwards,his face crowned with a cold and distant expression. My legs came in contact with the floor, obeying his words. He stared at me and groaned, fumbling with his belts.

“That’s exactly what sluts like you deserve. Now lift your tits for me and ask nicely to have them abused.” “Yes, Ma’am,” I said, obediently lifting my breasts. “Please abuse my tits to punish me for being such a horny little slut.” She looked down at me—the beautiful submissive kneeling before her—who had just admitted to being a horny slut and pleaded to be punished on her sensitive tits. My light skin and brown curly hair stood out. She had no doubt I was telling the truth. I wanted my tits abused or at least was willing to try anything to please her, or both. She had been watching me dance since she hired me and liked my pleasing personality and good work ethic.

“I don’t take orders from you!” “Have you forgotten your place in the pack hierarchy?” Dmitri appeared in the doorway behind her with only a towel around his waist. “Or do you think my orders are optional to follow just because you didn’t personally hear them come from my lips?” Her face fell as he spoke and she bowed her head slightly, exposing her neck in submission. “Of course I’m happy to fulfill any need you have, Alpha.” She smiled sweetly, turning her face back up to his. Slinking up beside him she ran her hand over his bare chest, “Shall I come back tonight to prove just how much I’m willing to please you again?”

“Damn, okay, I see why she keeps rejecting my offer, but there are couple activities, you know, there is the claiming ritual.” “Claiming?” “Oh right, you asked me a question before, ‘subs’, was it? Subs are submissives, people who like to give up control to someone else. Sometimes, it's sexual; sometimes, it's not; this time, however, it is most definitely sexual. Anyway, claiming is where a ‘dom’, in this case, dominant, a submissive’s master, claims a submissive as her own in a room full of their most favoured sex partners or exes. This is for locals, though, because most locals know who dates who; I don’t know if you’d make the cut as Lizzy’s submissive, but-”

The world as we know it has changed yet again, it's different than back when Mommy Isabelle was famous, or after the first kitten was discovered. The world is based on categories and classification, are you a dom or a sub? Are you a little? or a pet? Depending on your category you'll live, the president is actually a submissive, your classification got nothing to do with how much power you reach and get in this world.

I turned to stare at the light-skinned, slim lady that strolled towards me, with a deep frown on her face. “What are you doing?” She asked as soon as she was just inches away from where I stood. “Are you going to stare at me or you are going to talk, you fool!!!” she yelled in my face, startling the rest of the servants in the massive room. Miss Kardashian, was a beta rank of the pack and was a very strict type. Just like most of the betas, she had to share a building with six people. They all had the best treatment and were left In charge of the Lower ranks in the wolf pack, the Omegas. Most of the Betas feared the young woman as it was rumored that she was a mage wolf.

“And so damn wet for me already. You’re a horny little mess as soon as I get my hands on you, aren’t you, baby girl?” I couldn’t say a word, too embarrassed and too fucking needy to so much as open my mouth. “Please.” It was the only word I could use with him freely, or at least so it seemed. “You’re such a fucking brat,” Jake growled at me. “Why do you turn so submissive the moment I get my hands on you, hmmm, baby girl?” I looked away and he slid a finger between my folds, outlining my pussy and making me gasp. Several more tears fell down my cheeks and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out.

Designed to be played with, but never fully held. I hadn't planned to watch again. And yet here I was, my finger hovering over the spacebar like I was waiting for permission. I pressed play. She moved like she owned the air around her. Not girlish. Not sweet. Calculated. She was bratty in a way that wasn’t childish. She teased because she could. Because she knew we’d crawl for more. Her mask covered most of her face, but her mouth did all the talking. The words. The looks. The soft little pauses when she knew she had us right where she wanted.

It is true that repentance is always late. "Of all people, why does it have to be your lewd sister?" Shane unbelievably uttered. Ever since, she doesn't really get along with Brie like me. We were never close with each other. We fight even more often and I always become the culprit because in their eyes, he is the good one and I am the bad one. If they only knew what his true nature was. "Break up with that asshole." Finality's in his voice. "I already did."