Submissive Sarah Novels & Stories

She accompanied Davina to doctor's appointments and provided emotional support during the pregnancy. However, as the weeks passed, Xavier's unease grew. He couldn't shake the feeling that Sarah was behaving strangely. He noticed her making frequent phone calls, often in hushed tones and with an air of secrecy. She also seemed overly interested in Davina's personal life, asking probing questions that made Xavier uncomfortable. One evening, Xavier decided to confront Sarah. He found her in the kitchen, speaking quietly on the phone. As he approached, she quickly ended the call and turned to face him, a forced smile on her face.

When she stared up at me, eyes wide with eagerness to please me, I felt myself getting arouse. "Sit beside me." I commanded, and she scrambled off the floor immediately and sat beside me on the edge of the bed. She doesn't speak unless spoken to. Sarah has been a slave since she was little. She had gone through many cruel masters before coming into my hands. She has learned the ropes of being a slave quite well. I leaned my head towards her neck and pulled aside the neckline of her dress to reveal more skin. I felt her shiver when I rubbed my nose against her skin.

“Did you think you’re the only one he got pregnant? I heard there were a lot of concubines who left this pack before you came. I got surprising news for you---” “Shut the fuck up; you will never manipulate me, Ashianna. I know you’re trying to play inside my head.” She crazily responded, which led me to bark a laugh. My eyes welled with tears as I tried to stop myself from laughing at her. My head tilted, grinning at her, before I took a deep breath, like I was surrendering to how crazy she was. Sarah seemed strange, and sometimes I could notice there might be sadness in her eyes. She swallowed hardly before she bowed her and left me, like she didn’t want to talk with me anymore. I started t

“Tell me.” She viewed the folder. “In writing?” I shook my head. “If I believe you when you talk, the money hits your account before you leave.” She hesitated, then shrugged. Sarah held Adrian in great thrall beyond simple wants. Obsession. He said, “She’s something perfect,” declaring she must become his object. “Instead men such as him own women such as her”. My throat filled itself with a rising of bile. I stayed silent.

“When you come, I want every damn person on this plane to hear it. You got that, baby?” Sarah's head fell back into the pillow, her eyes squeezing shut in intense arousal. She shouldn't find his possessive demands so hot. The blatant territorial display should have been a turn-off, but it wasn't. She wanted to please him. She wanted everyone to know exactly how he ruined her, how entirely unhinged she became under his touch.

said Sarah. Mr. Smith listened attentively to the deep breaths Sarah was taking while she was squeezing her breast. “Sir I hope you like my body because I want you to have it” said Sarah as she moaned. “Sir did you like my panty, because I am taking it off right now so I can finger my pussy.

“If we push a little harder, they’ll be finished within the month.” Alexander turned to Sarah, expecting her approval. But she didn’t immediately respond. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, exhaling softly. “Enough,” she finally said, surprising both Alexander and Raven. Raven raised an eyebrow. “Enough?” Sarah nodded. “I never wanted them completely ruined. I just wanted them to feel what it’s like to be powerless. To know what it means to be trapped with no way out.” Her eyes darkened slightly. “Like they left me.”

That was something, right? Even if she couldn’t look at me… she was still taking what I gave her. Martha took a small step forward, lowering her voice like she was afraid to cross a line. “She just needs time, Mr. De Luca… she’ll come around.” I wanted to believe that. God knows I wanted to. But Sarah had always been stubborn — even before all this. The kind of woman that loved hard and hurt harder. If she ever felt betrayed, she shut down completely. That was what made her so special — she wasn’t built like these other women that chased after power or money.

She was trapped, and she knew it. Sarah's eyes flashed with anger as she tried to wrench her arm free from Arthur's grasp. But he was too strong, and he held her fast. "You're not going to get away from me that easily," Arthur sneered, his breath hot against Sarah's ear. "You're going to pay for what you've done." Sarah's heart was racing with fear, but she refused to back down. "I've done nothing wrong," she spat, trying to keep her voice steady. "You're the one who's been manipulating everyone, using your wealth and power to get what you want."

and for the first time she understands his point of view. "My sweet princess...do we need the full moon to realize that we are made for each other?" and he gently wipes the tears from her eyes with his finger. "No..we don't. We've already wasted so much time together...why waste another week?" Sarah said. "Mark me, princess!" Patrick ordered her. "It's not right. You are the strongest, you can't submit in front of me." and Sarah is already a little scared. How should she mark him first? He is the king, she is nothing next to him. If she marks him first, Patrick will always be the submissive one in the relationship.