Novel & Cerita Submissive

He didn't realize that his words sounded both condescending and threatening. Luna Cruz smiled faintly and, with her fingertip, traced from his sharp jawline to his large eyes, then gently touched the point between his eyebrows, provocatively saying, "Try it, and you'll understand." It was difficult to say if Daniel Quinn was naturally inclined to be a submissive or if Luna Cruz had him well trained. At the first time, he secretly enjoyed it while resisting, but in the second, third, and countless times that followed, he had grown to relish it.

I growl, but my wolf's not wrong. She took to submission like she was made for it. Every command followed with an eagerness that made my dominant side want to purr. The way she stood straighter with each praise, practically glowing under my attention . . . Fuck. I scrape my hands over my face, trying to erase the memory of how she looked in subspace – all soft and pliant and trusting. It was supposed to be just about helping her through the panic attack. Just a demonstration of safe control. Not-, not this fierce need to see how much further she could go. How perfectly she could submit.

"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

“My client would like to review the contract and reassess the situation. She needs more information.” “I’ll give permission to read the fine print. Do it now.” He handed me the tablet; the contract was already up. I began rereading a document that I’d read several times before signing. At the top were two definitions. Dominant: ruling, governing, or controlling; having or exerting authority of influence: dominant in the chain of command. Also, occupying or being in a commanding or elevated position. Submissive: inclined or ready to submit; unresistingly or humbly obedient. Synonyms are tractable, compliant, pliant, amenable, passive, resigned, patient, docile,

The good little submissive girl pandering to her Dom … Without a shadow of a doubt, I instantly know he’s fucked her. She’s definitely his type anyway—mousy little ‘Yes, Sir’ with no mind of her own and controlled completely by him just breathing her way. She is practically ready to lick his boots or drop to her knees should he command a fucking blow job. It’s pathetic and I instantly hate her.

“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 w

Duties include 24/7 availability, immediate obedience, and complete sexual use at their discretion. My pussy clenches on the word use. A slow, deep throb that makes me shift in my chair and press my knees tighter. I keep reading. The submissive will wear a collar at all times. The submissive will be available for office use during and after business hours. The submissive will be bred and claimed at the discretion of her owners. Bred. The word sits in my stomach like a hot coal. I can feel myself getting wet, not damp, not slightly aroused, wet. The kind of wet that soaks through underwear and make

When she sees me, she quickly sits up and positions herself at my feet, in a submissive position. - Good evening, master. She has her head down; I can see that these few days of rest have paid off, she is much more submissive. I stroke her hair and sit on the bed; she rests her head on my thigh. I continue to stroke her hair. - How are you? - Good, master, now that you are here, much better. - When are you going back to work? - In two days, I'm feeling much better. May I give you a blowjob, master?

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.”