Submissive Brat Novels & Stories

His name was Tyler and I remember that when I came back last time here, it made me think of adopting him. Yes. It’s not that I just wanted to but it’s just that, I want to have a young brother that I could take care of. He is brilliant, sweet, kind, and diligent. I could say that he is becoming mature in a lot of things and if I talk to him, he makes me amazed and appreciate every little thing and especially when he talks about something--and the fact that it makes him attractive as he is cute and he is a good-looking boy. Well, it's not obvious that he's shy but always, but I saw how he socialized with others and with his mother Isabella, and Amy.

The desperate smile I had worn when entering the tavern completely vanished, replaced by a sudden wave of panic, fear, and raw rejection. Malakai raised a heavy, clawed hand to cut me off. "After shielding your broken body from the rival packs for two full winters, I think my bloodline deserves better treatment. All three of us do. Zuberi... Kade... I have no issue with your hunt, nor do I care if you want to keep this male as your submissive mate." And with that final growl, he turned and bounded down the tavern stairs. Zuberi and I were so shocked by his dominant display that neither of us could reach out to grab his leather sleeve. What was tearing his beast apart?

This bathroom looked like every expensive inn's bathroom, with a large bathtub sitting in the middle and tap at the left side, a faucet beside it, towels, and every goddamn bath tool including sex equipment of course, but I wasn't there for sex. She is hurt and needs to be cared for... Micah stood in the bathtub after I put her in it. "Undress me now, you." She commanded wanting to misuse the fact that I agreed to be her submissive. "You could ask with manners," I smirked. "Or do you want me licking off your cut? My saliva could make you recover quickly." I winked and she almost choked at how hard she laughed

“Are you telling me you are not submissive to your alpha mate?” Kat thought about it and shrugged. “I guess so…” “You guess so?” Batton exclaimed. He’s in my head, can shut my power off from me and over power me…if that’s what you mean?” “Not exactly…” Batton’s face went like a dark cloud as he rubbed his forehead. “Fuck…I don’t have time for this.” He looked back at Kat. “Do you know how to be submissive, little demon?” Kat screwed her face up and sucked on her teeth deciding whether or not she was going to play nice with the General…for Ruben I will. She still felt awkward after his attempt to kiss her.

Anticipation of what exactly, pleasing him? "Slave, milk him, give him a treat." Dominique said. She watched Robert's face change and Dominique saw a pleased little impish smile on Jeannette's face. She was enjoying this; she was getting as much pleasure as Robert was. Dominique was struck by an impression; Jeannette was striving to be a perfect fuck, the sexual partner that Robert would remember forever.

“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?”

Something that I prefer he takes care of tonight which has to do with a certain Baker twin that thinks it’s a good idea to threaten my girl. My first session is a typical new sub training session, teaching her the fundamentals and what it means to be submissive. We are supposed to test them to see if they are a true submissive or a wanna be one. It’s easy to tell the difference, and most of the wanna be ones end up being what we call a Brat with a Daddy Dom. Sometimes they work out and sometimes they don’t. This is my own experiences, though, not all wanna be submissives turn into Brats. A lot just end up quitting the training because they come to realize that they don’t want to be told what

I say through gritted teeth. “Very well. On your knees.” Dimitri says in a cold detached tone. With my heart in my mouth I lower myself to the ground, squeezing my eyes tight and blocking out the stares of all the men who were looking at me with pity in their gazes. Dimitri cocks his gun and his men shift away from us, some turning their backs on us and others looking at me like I got what I deserved as the daughter of a cheating mongrel. “Brat!” Brother! A man calls out from beside him.

Precum was already staining my skin. “How fucking dare you walk into my studio and think you can behave so bratty?” He was angry, he was livid, and he was excited. I could tell. Dominant love bratty submissive. And I played my cards right. I wish I could talk, but I love being rendered speechless and powerless. It makes my lower abdomen constrict with even more pleasure. “And then you squirt on my sofa?” This time he picked me up and made me kneel over the soaked part of the sofa. I leaned over the back rest, my ass bare on display.

She was so responsive, allowing me to have my wicked way with her like a true submissive. I wanted to make her exactly that. My submissive. Willing to take my cock. Willing to give me pleasure. Her body was perfect for it. So supple and curvy and damn that ass. That perfectly peach-shaped ass. I couldn't wait to sink between them. I wanted to see the look on her face when I did. "Lay down," I ordered, watching as she swiftly obeyed. Her tits bounced lightly. They looked like round-shaped cakes with her red nipples serving as the cherry on top.