Submissive Sarah Novels & Stories

She watched as Felix’s eyes finally closed, his breathing steadying into sleep. As soon as Felix was out, the warm, caring expression on Sarah’s face vanished. A cold, calculating look replaced it. She stood up, glancing at Felix’s unconscious form with a smirk. Slowly, methodically, she began to undress him. She moved with precision, taking care to make everything look just as she had planned.

Sarah insisted, her expression determined as she realized the urgency of the situation. "I know, Mom," Sarah said with a smirk, her eyes glinting with envy. "That's why I've come up with a plan," she declared with determination. "I'll do everything in my power to sabotage her marriage. She can't outshine me," Sarah concluded bitterly, her voice tinged with jealousy as she abruptly rose from her seat and dashed to the bathroom, vomiting uncontrollably. Winnie stood frozen in shock, her heart pounding with concern as she watched Sarah's distress. "Are you alright, Sarah? What's wrong?" she asked urgently, her voice quivering with worry.

Sarah opens her eyes and finds herself lying on the floor of a darkened room. Her hands are tied and so are her legs while her mouth is stuffed with a piece of cloth. As she gets adjusted to the dim atmosphere around her an unknown voice welcomes her, "All awake now?" The voice asked. Sarah struggles to sit upright, "A-a don't stress yourself. After all, you're my daughter in law." Sarah's eyes widen and she looks in the dark in front of her as she realises to whom this voice belongs.

But the fact that I bought her for as high as thirty million dollars yet she won't even let me touch me but one freaking poor nigga gets to touch her so easily is enough to get me biserk and on a shooting spree. Sarah is mine and mine alone. No matter how he or anyone else tries to take her away from me, she is my personal maid and as such she belongs exclusively to me. Our dinner was really nice and surprisingly, I actually enjoyed it. To think I thought I wouldn't. Seeing Sarah a bit high and tipsy even made it better for me. She was so feisty and outspoken tonight. She had such an attitude that urged me to bend her over and ask her why she was giving me so much of an attitude.

“Fuck!” Sarah yelped as he pinched one of her nipples. “That hurt!” she protested weakly, even as she realized that it turned her on. The pain reminded her of Mr. Wright, and she felt the wetness between her legs growing. “Oh yeah, you like that, don’t you?” gasped the man. “Knew I was right to tie you up. You can always tell submissive folk when you see them,” he explained, his cock sliding in and out of her.

And Sarah reveled in the pain and pleasure, finding a sense of peace in submitting to him completely. One night, Jack brought out a leather collar and fastened it around Sarah's neck. "You're mine now," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "My pet, my submissive...forever." Sarah felt tears prick at her eyes as she looked up at him, seeing the love and devotion in his gaze. "Yes, Master," she whispered. "I'm yours." They made love that night, slow and tender, pouring all of their feelings into each touch and caress. Sarah knew that this was what she had been searching for all along, a connection so deep and intimate that it transcended mere physical pleasure.

She looked Finn straight in the eye, Sarah's voice was surprisingly calm, she said. "Do it. If you find proof that I'm cheating, I'll take the punishment, but if you don't, you'll be my toy. Clearly?" Sarah didn't let Finn answer, she assumed Finn agreed and left. Sarah's face was now filled with arrogance. Lately, she feels her life has come to life a little more, she successfully traps Millianna, and after returning home has another bet with Finn. Sarah's heart was filled with excitement, she was thinking about how to turn Finn into a toy.

Walking around her slowly, I put down my confusion, “I still don't get it though, how were you able to get in here without my cameras capturing you?" Sarah let out a low hiss as her eyes traveled to a far corner of the study. Glancing at me, she murmured some incoherent words. Until finally she replied, “I'll tell you that when you answer my question. That night that we went out, who were those men chasing us? Why did they chase us and most of all what sort of business do you do?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at me. My junior hardened in my jeans. I loved her feisty nature. I loved the way she thought she was in charge when in truth, I could dominate her in every way possible.

Derek came out of his bedroom after witnessing us dancing. "Bro! Guess what?". Samson grabbed his hand and pulled him toward me. "Bro, why am I looking at Sarah?".Derek turned to his brother and asked. "It's simple, bro," he said, looking at me again and then back to his brother. "Last night, I had a conversation with Sarah, and I also took a strain of her hair. I went to the Sharman, and he told me that." He paused for some minutes before continuing, "Sarah is the answer to breaking our curse."

before I enter the sitting room, I overhear my father say to Her Majesty, but the next thing I overhear causes my legs to abruptly stop. "Tell Her Majesty the truth, dear; Sarah left the house earlier because she didn't want to meet Her Majesty. She's too shy and timid. You didn't see her in her room, did you? Let's not keep Her Majesty waiting; Sarah won't show up." "And who told you that she won't show up? Sarah is standing right over there; are you too blind to see her? You are a werewolf; how come your vision is this bad? The next line of words that followed my stepmother's words not only shocked me but also shocked everyone present in the room.