Submissive Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

Note to new readers: A word to the wise before starting this story. Some the the themes and scenes found throughout the story could be triggering to some people. This story should not be used as an example of proper kink ettiquett in any way, it is a work of fiction and does not include the less sexy side of negotiating a BDSM relationship. Any kind of forced submission is never ok. That said. If you think you may be triggered, this is not the book for you.

"As an Alpha, I was born to lead, to dominate. But with you... it's different." He paused, his gaze burning with intensity. "When you're dominant with me, it thrills me," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's like my entire being comes alive, responding to your commands, your touch." I felt a shiver run down my spine as he spoke, his words resonating deep within me. "And when I submit to you..." Helios's voice trailed off, his eyes closing as if in rapture. "It gives me a sense of fulfillment I've never known before. Like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be."

For a moment, Tatum was breathless, completely undone by the woman she claimed to despise. But the power dynamic shifted quickly. Tatum reached down, grabbed Sloane by the hair, and hauled her back up to a standing position. She shoved Sloane against the lockers, the metal clanging loudly. "My turn," Tatum whispered. Tatum reached into Sloane’s pants, her fingers finding the drenched center of Sloane’s pussy. She didn't tease. She drove two fingers inside with a rough, demanding motion. Sloane let out a muffled curse, her head hitting the locker behind her. Tatum worked her fingers with a brutal efficiency, rubbing the clit and pumping deep inside at the same time.

"It's unfortunate, you would have been really useful. You're kind of cute too." As he began walking away, Nate felt as if ever single of his steps were signing his death warrant. Time had slowed down exponentially, feeling as if every single second felt like an hour as his mind raced with thoughts of what Dante had wanted and how he could have been useful. He had no idea why he had to tease him or act as if he was going to stab him, and the worse was that Dante had began undressing himself. It was only then that Nate finally connected the dots, gasping when he realized what Dante had been begging to receive. "You're..." he gulped, his eyes widening as he saw Dante's firm fingers reached onto

“This hole is mine now. I’m gonna breed it every day until you forget your own name.” Skin slapped against skin, loud and obscene. He reached around and stroked my cock in time with his thrusts, driving me insane. “You feel that?” he rasped, leaning over my back. “My cock owning you. Say it.” “It’s yours,” I gasped, broken. “Fuck…your cock owns me. Breed me, Vincenzo. Please…” He fucked me harder, relentless, hips slamming forward. “That’s my captive. Begging for my load like a good little whore.”

He rubbed his tip along my dripping pussy, my back arching in response. “Do you want this dick you slut? I want to hear you beg for it like the good little whore you are.” I squirmed as I felt his big cock pulsate against my clit. “Pleas sir, I want you to fill me up with your cock.” Marcus smirked. “Good girl. That’s my good little pet.” He rammed his cocked into my hole immediately. My body jolted back from the sensation of being filled up to the brim. I gasped, my mind turning into a blank sheet as he slammed into me relentlessly.

it’s about presence, confidence, and the ability to read your body like a book and rewrite it in the way they want. On the other hand, a submissive, or sub, is the one who gives in, willingly. They surrender their control and trust their Dom to take them to places they can't go on their own. It’s not about being weak. It’s about craving the freedom that comes from not having to lead, just to feel, respond, obey, and be consumed. Well…I’ve been both. And both sides awakened different parts of me. But nothing compares to what it felt like when my husband decided to test the limits of what I used to be… and remind me who I still am beneath it all.

Fin wrapped his hand around Jax's waist as he spoke, "First, he beats Nico, then he causes his Beta to submit. Now he's curled up in your lap. He's definitely not your normal sub. In fact, if I didn't see the way he acted around you, I don't think I'd consider him a sub at all. I'd rather not get on his bad side." "You and me both." That came from Josh, who glanced at his future luna with respect and slight fear. They weren't wrong. The way he acted and carried himself made it extremely clear that he was an Alpha through and through. And a strong one at that. I didn't mind, though. In fact, the way he dominated others while submitting to me was sexy, in my opinion. It gave me more to cherish

“I’m here for whatever you need, sir. No expectations. No demands.” I turned to look at him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me with those steady gray eyes. Something in my chest tightened again. I walked back over and tilted his chin up with my fingers. “You belong to me,” I told him firmly. “Understand?” “Yes, Alexander.” I kissed him slowly this time. Not angry or desperate. Just deep and possessive. We spent the rest of the night in that suite. I took him two more times. Once in the shower. Once with him bent over the couch while I fucked him from behind. Each time I stayed in complete control.

As was she, with my permission and a promise to fill me in on all the details. The thought of Anna being with anyone else made me jealous. But it also made me hard as fuck. I’d make her scream my name as she told me stories. I’d give her quests. Mmm I had a lot to talk to Anna about. “Hello handsome, what are you thinking about?” Jess approached me with a whiskey in hand. She’d been one of my first subs, but decided she actually preferred being a dominatrix. We still caught up and would test the boundaries, usually inviting a few other people along to join in. This is just the distraction I needed.