Submissive Brat Novels & Stories

"Oh, it's been so long since I've gotten to play with a virgin. It will be so much fun dominating you. I can already see you will be a delightful little brat. McKaine is very good at picking out a good brat." "Brat?" His words feel foreign. He might as well be speaking French or Arabic, I'd have just as much of an idea of what he is talking about. "A sub who doms from below, someone who can seem weak but is secretly strong, controlling those in power through her meekness. Maven was an expert at it. It's one of the reasons I sent her to him. She was the perfect tool." Micah had once said I was the kind of woman men like McAllister couldn't resist.

Mikhail rose, his posture immaculate, eyes sweeping over the congregation. Thunderous applause erupted, filling the hall with a deafening roar. Mikhail’s expression remained stoic, but a flicker of pride crossed his features. He turned to face the crowd, voice echoing and commanding every corner of the hall. "It is now official. I, Mikhail Morozov, am the Pakhan of the Bratva's empire, and my beautiful wife beside me is my Pakhanesa, the first ever Bratva female leader in our history." The crowd’s applause swelled again, louder this time, almost like the walls themselves were cheering. Donatella smiled, radiant in a crimson gown that flowed like liquid fire, her hair styled perfectly — regal

“Because you think King Lancaster is going to leave me alone after I touch his submissive little female dog? ” I jump when he presses the word submissive female dog, how does he know about that? " What ? You're surprised ? I am aware of all the little vices of your dear and tender, but what I was far from suspecting was that you were a little submissive, I was far from suspecting that the girl whose my dear friend was so proud was a naughty girl who liked spankings. “He speaks while sputtering on me, he sits up and his eyes light up. “Besides, that gives me an idea, do you like violence? So you will be served. ”

He took both at an excruciatingly slow pace. “The thing with brats,” He whispered in my ear. “Is that they fight until the dom completely destroys them.” He thrust until he could not go any deeper, and then completely removed his cock out of me. “Because you love it when I take you roughly, because you love it when I use you for nothing but my pleasure.” He removed his hand from my clit and instead focussed his attention on my right nipple. “Which is why you will be fucked slowly until you submit to me.”

“I am stiff?” “You won’t make it fun if you don’t disrespect me, I get a high from disrespectful girls after all. Spanking your ass for being bratty and disrespectful is high on my list of things to do to you before this month is over.” Rachel smiled. She couldn’t understand him. How had they shifted from the topics of billionaires and humility to her duties as a submissive? One minute he wanted her respectful and submissive and the next minute he was berating her for not being bratty enough. After signing the contract she had told herself the best way to enjoy the rest of the month with him was to be as submissive as possible but now that he talked about it – and now that she thought about

Bri stayed rooted a second longer, adjusting her breath, steadying the thrum under her skin. What the hell was that? Had they not been flirting? Was Zara really this reckless? This brave? Did she not realize she was toying with a very dangerous kind of fire? Bri clenched her jaw as she followed after her. Zara had no idea how close she danced to the edge—and Bri wasn’t sure how long she could stay civil if the teasing kept going. The girl had all the makings of a perfect brat: sharp-tongued, self-satisfied, and unknowingly submissive. The kind of girl who made a Dom ache—because every damn day would present a new excuse to paint her ass pink.

His hand raises. "It sounds like you watched some bullshit film or read a book that has it all wrong." I bite my lip. "For one, it's more complex than submissive and dominant. There are brats, slaves, rope bunnies. There are not just dominants, but masters, brat tamers, slave trainers and such."

It is good to know good hygiene is kept up. “ Have you had a good look, little girl?” Brick asks. I nod “ Yes, sir.” Why do I keep calling him that? It seems so natural to do it. “ Good. Now let's see what we can do about letting you get out of your head. Even from here I can see the wheels turning in your head.” he says. He comes over and puts his thumb under my chin raising my face to look at him. “ In here I’m in charge. You do as I say. You don’t think. You don’t question.Do you understand?” he asks.“ Yes, sir.” “ That’s my little girl.” he says. The way this is going I can tell he is experienced in being a Dom. Probably has lots of subs lining up at the door for him. I’m just one of ma

“Look at you. My perfect baby girl, naked and waiting for her Daddy exactly as she was told. So obedient. So ready to learn how Daddy really likes to fuck.” He opened the bag and pulled out several items: soft black rope, leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a thick leather belt. My heart raced faster at the sight. “From now on, sweetheart,” he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?”

“–I was never interested in her because I liked her or because I thought she was pretty. I was into her because I wanted her for her money. She might look so good and jolly on the outside, but she's a spoiled little brat with no manners.” My teeth gritted in anger as I heard him talk about Bridget that way. How dare he?! How dare he talk about her like she was just a brat? Bridget was a lot of things and I was certain that a brat wasn't one of them. “I demand that you let me go!” I snapped, still struggling to get out of his grip, but he tightened his fingers even more and pulled me forcefully towards him. “Stop squirming, you little slut! I know what your game is and trust me, if I was in y