Submissives Novels & Stories

Neal snatched Mom's phone and watched the video with relish. Then, he turned to the paparazzi with a smile. "I'm sorry that you guys had to see my fetish." He slowly got to his knees before me and said, "Please slap me, darling." I hesitated, unable to bring myself to do it. He held my hand and lightly patted his face with it. "Thanks, darling." Everyone was stunned. They thought this was just regular family drama, but it turned out to be a huge scoop. The CEO of Gray Corporation was into sadomasochism—what was that, if not big news?

The peace of it lulls me. “Yes.” “You finding a little place in your head to sink into?” How does he know? “It’s called subspace,” he offers. “All submissives go there when they’re getting what they want and need. It’s their happy place. Get cozy, baby. You’ll be spending a lot of time there.”

When I was naked, he helped me onto the bench and secured my restraints, testing them to make sure they were comfortable but inescapable. I was positioned perfectly. My ass raised and exposed at one end, my mouth accessible at the other. Completely vulnerable. Catherine rang a small bell, and the sound cut through the noise of the club. People started gathering, forming a circle around us. "Submissive Seven is available for use," Catherine announced. "Dominant Four retains control. Condoms required for penetration. No coming inside him. No marks that break skin. Safe word is red. Who wants first turn?" Three hands went up immediately.

I collapsed fully this time, clutching at my heart as the realization hit me with brutal force. Mate. The Alpha’s mate. “No,” I whispered, terror choking the word. “Please… no.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. Fear. Shock. Disbelief. Alpha Kael stepped forward, towering over me. He crouched, fingers lifting my chin with a grip that was firm, possessive, inescapable. “So this is fate’s joke,” he murmured. “A submissive.” His thumb brushed my jaw, and my body reacted instantly, traitorous, humiliating. My wolf whimpered, bowing to his presence.

A sudden, fierce heat spiked from the core of her thighs, racing upward and causing her toes to curl involuntarily inside her boots. The man tightened his hold as if to choke the very breath from her, but what truly suffocated her was the mysterious, highly sensual dominance lurking right behind his sharp gaze. "No proper weapon... nothing but reckless pride and bravado. Tsk." The man spoke languidly, as if he belonged to an entirely different world of absolute authority. Clicking his tongue in soft dismissal, he began to slowly ease the pressure of the hand pinning her head down.

“I don’t…well…besides reading romance novels with a bit of a domination theme. I realized that type of sexual relationship was what I was looking for.” “Submissive?” She nodded. “Say the word. If you want to be submissive to me, you’ll say it.” “Submissive.” “So if you’re submissive, that makes me…?” “Dominant.” “Exactly. Do you know what it means to be under the rule of a dominant male, Domini?” “No. But I know you’ll teach me. I want you to teach me.”

I kissed him; I pulled my weight up so I could straddle him. My tongue battled entrance which he willingly gave. I kissed him like it was the first time I would kiss him. I kissed like how Candice taught me to kiss. I kissed him to make him forgot. I had never wanted a thing in my life. I had never begged anyone even when I was hurting. But this time, there was something I wanted. And if begging would give me what I want; I would submit willingly. “Eliza. Eliza. Eliza.” I snapped. I was on fours opening the buttons of his pants. And he was making me stop. I was flustered for a moment realizing my actions.

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“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, tame, subdued.

It's how I've learned to engage, and it's a life I've come to appreciate. Upon receiving her contact details, I wasted no time in inundating her with a barrage of questions. As I lay in bed, typing out responses, I couldn't resist sending her a voice message. I'm aware that my voice resonates with a deep, resonant timbre—a fact reiterated by numerous ex-girlfriends and ex-submissives. Even friends have praised its allure. Gradually, I began acknowledging the power that my voice held. When I infused it with authority, its effect only intensified. Sub lolla, seemingly unable to withstand the allure of my audio message, promptly sent her plea to be my submissive—