The Paris Review Submissions Novels & Stories

She was forced. She was submitting. ***** Sequel to Submission, Submitting out now. Submitting: The Darkness Beckons By Korielyn.

Gulping, I stared hard at his face, convincing myself I was probably overthinking it. He can't be Guel. They might have identical body shapes and even smells the same, but they weren't the same. He walked around me, his eyes never leaving my body, like a predator stalking his prey, looking for weak points before attacking. “Are you a sub?” The question took me by surprise. Couldn't he tell that I was one? I was literally drooling over his abs and he couldn't even tell??? Was my frame that bad? “I… I am.”