Submissive Wife Literotica Novels & Stories

He looks irritated and annoyed when Alisha follows him to the bedroom. " I am your Wife." She replied calmly. But As Jacob heard the word wife. He starts laughing loudly. Sitting on the floor. He looks at Alisha with cold eyes. " My wife?". He scoffed but waved her to get close to him. " Come here. My wife" Alisha walks towards him, She knows he may attack her. As Jacob feels her coming closer, He grabs her wrist and pulls her on his lap. " What. What are you doing?"

They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.

Mary followed suit, and they went inside. This time around, they went to have a proper bath. Mary went in first, wrapping the towel around her frame as she went into the bathroom. "May I join in?" She heard Nicholas ask her, and she froze like a deer caught in a trap, her eyes widening with each millisecond. "Uhmm.." Mary contemplated, the idea twirling in her head. She then remembered all that sister Martha had told her about being submissive to her husband, and she nodded demurely.

And when he was done, she had lain back, her hands still restrained, while he kissed her tenderly, then set to work, eating her pus*y till she was a helpless mess of mewls, squirting her juices for him to lap up greedily… * Proserpina was blushing now as she met his eyes and he knew that he had been staring at her with his lust evident. The sight of his Woman on her back, with her full, rounded belly and the plump breasts shuddering as he took her, made him hard. He was a pervert, he thought, for wanting to keep f*cking his heavily pregnant wife, over and over again. But that was the truth. “Lucien,’ she murmured softly, reproachfully, ”Don’t look at me like that.’

FIFTY-SEVEN He fucking loved Mrs Isabelle Moretti. No! Scrap that. He fucking loved this controlling side of Mrs Isabelle Moretti. And admittedly, it turned him on so much that all he could think of at this moment was her bouncing all over his cock. But he had to change the expression on his face, he didn't want her thinking that he was okay with this side of her or that being in agreement with her meant anything because it fucking didn't. He would admit that it was surprising to hear those words spill from his mouth, but that was only because Rita had refused to obey her orders like she had been instructed to. And when his wife makes a request, it's not a fucking plea but an order.

I downed several gulps of water, staggering to my feet. Just as I stumbled toward the door, Emily appeared again, ready to confront me. She spat, "Slut! You lost your husband, and now you're throwing yourself at mine? Serves you right that William and your child are both dead! You should've joined them!" With those words, my rage instantly ignited. She was the one who stole my husband and caused me to lose my baby. Yet, she was accusing me of being the other woman. Fueled by intense anger, I grabbed her collar and slapped her across the face. I snarled, "You destroyed my family! You're the real slut!"

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

Then, she ran back with a large pile of books in her hands. "Miss, these are for you!" Lucy piled up the thick pile of books in front of Jessica and patted them hard, looking very loyal. "With these, no vixen can seduce your husband!" Jessica glanced at these books and suddenly felt her scalp tingle. My dear wife, the Sect Master loves you so much, The Demon King in my previous life pesters me, The Sect Leader, your madam wants to go to heaven, The marriage of 100 billion, please be gentle..."

She only utters words when it's only necessary. My mother is a traditional woman born and raised in the deep rural areas of Kwazulu Natal. She was brought up in a way different from mine. She was taught you don't stand up to a man. When a man speaks to sit down and listen to what he is saying to you. That is regarded as being the submissive wife. I haven't heard my mother in a single day stand up to my father. Anyway I strongly believe you can be opiniated and still be a submissive wife.