Today I Surrender Novels & Stories

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

It was too much, it was everything, and it was exactly what I didn’t know I needed until this moment. “Yes.” “Yes, what?” My voice cracked, the sound of the last vestiges of my independence shattering. “Yes, sir.” The words tasted like sin and surrender. His eyes flared, pure predator. It was the only answer he’d accept, and knowing that made the surrender complete.

Today represented the peak of my efforts as I readied myself to finalize the deal. I fastened my shirt with purposeful movements as I quietly said to myself "Today belongs to Audrey." "She has to accept it today. There's no other option for her." The fabric under my fingers sent waves of adrenaline coursing through me. This was it. Through weeks and months of strategic planning and countless sleepless nights we finally reached this moment.

“Then you’ve succeeded.” A tear slipped down my cheek. Then another followed, unstoppable now, burning tracks down my skin. “You wanna see me bleed?” my voice rose, shaking violently as everything inside me shattered at once. “Here you go.” My hands came up slightly, then fell again uselessly into my lap like I had no strength left to even fight my own body. “You want me to surrender?” I whispered, staring straight ahead now, no longer even looking at him. “Here you go… your majesty.”

Knees spread just enough to feel exposed, but not obscene. “Eyes closed,” he ordered. She obeyed. His voice slid over her like velvet. “This is where we begin to rewrite what was taken from you. This posture isn’t weakness. It’s a choice. Each time you kneel here, you choose to give me your breath, your body, your surrender.” Her pulse thundered. “Say it,” he commanded. “My breath, my body, my surrender belong to Dr. Cole.” “Again.” She whispered it, voice breaking. “My breath, my body, my surrender belong to Dr. Cole.”

Stood up and walked to the door. — Tomorrow we begin your lessons. I want to see how far your resistance goes. — What are you going to teach me? How to behave like your doll? He paused at the door, throwing me a glance over his shoulder. — No. I want to teach you to surrender without realizing it. To desire me, even while hating me. — His eyes burned. — I want to make you beg to stay. A sarcastic laugh escaped me. — Not even in your wildest dreams.

She caress her stomach and sigh "I wish I can get a bag of chips and yogurt" "Then let me be your Genie, princess" She turned back to see a handsome looking man, he had a box and he bowed slightly, "Sir Williams asked me to apologize for coming late" He raised his head and find Leah looking at him with her mouth wide open, he cleared his throat and smiled at her reaction. "Pardon me," He said "My name is Spencer I work for Williams and he has me deliver you pizza and chips" he handed her the box and smiled again "I have to go now"

Just then, Clay starts singing the song. “I don’t know why I waver, why my heart skips a beat? As I see it, we don’t have anything in common. The only thing I know is my heart that is falling, falling for you. Whatever you do, However, you are, just why should I surrender? There’s no reason for me to love you, as I just want you to be here for me. To see your face every day, to hear your voice every time, and that is all I want and needed. No reason for me to miss you. Cause when I close my eyes, you’re still there. Don’t know why, and how I can help it. So, I surrender. Loving you for no reason. It was just a spur of the moment, not intended at all, but I still fall, because the closer I l

"You, Sir. Only you." "Show me." He releases my hair. "Position three." I assume the pose he's taught me - back arched, hands crossed at my lower back, throat bared above his collar. Offering complete submission to erase hours of pretend rebellion. "Perfect," he praises, circling me slowly. "You're so beautiful when you surrender. When you choose to yield." His fingers trace my collar, and I lean into the touch without hesitation. This is real - not the uncertainty I showed others, but absolute trust in his claim.

I don’t hold back. I surrender. And in that moment, I know I’ve chosen. I’ve chosen him, just as much as he’s chosen me.