Quiet Submissive の小説・ストーリー

Hearing her friend cry so desperately caused Chloe's own chest to twist with a sharp, heavy ache. Lulu was an incredibly stubborn creature by nature. Once she anchored her mind onto a specific path, she would blindly follow it to the very end, entirely blind to the warning signs. Chloe harbored a deep, lingering anxiety that once Lulu finished this emotional purging, her submissive habits would kick in, and she would crawl right back to Silas's shadow like a mindless fool.

Charlie's face is flushed with disappointment and his shoulders slump. He temporarily loses his trademark big smile, but quickly regains it and becomes even bigger. That's fine thanks. She huffs and goes back to her task endlessly. After looking at Fabiana and offering her a weak smile, he continued with his plans.

His mom asked and he could only part his lips in silence as he stared at his messed up plate. “Would something light be better?” As they whispered amongst themselves... "Probably, he doesn't seem to enjoy swallowing." "Would something hot do? Paige says she likes something hot when she's weak." Their voices were getting a little to loud for him. "Tea?" “That doesn't sound too bad.” And without thinking fast, the words left his mouth before he could hold it back. “Could you all please be quiet for a minute, I said I'm fine.” A cold silence brimmed at their midst in surprise.

Personal Qualities: The Submissive will not enter into any sexual relations with anyone other than the Dominant. The Submissive will conduct herself respectfully and modestly at all times. She must recognize that her behavior is a direct reflection on the Dominant. She shall be held accountable for any misdeeds, wrongdoings, and misbehavior committed when not in the presence of the Dominant. Failure to comply with any of the above will result in immediate punishment, the nature of which shall be determined by the Dominant.

“Geez! Why are you even silent? You really shocked me!” The thin-lipped girl continued to do the silent treatment so that the burly man became irritated. Still, as soon as possible, he diverted the negative emotions by concentrating and returned to driving the car. A woman who likes hot chocolate looks away from the window. The atmosphere inside the four-wheeled vehicle was quiet again because the conversation that Massimo had started was not well received by Abby.

And steadiness doesn’t attract everyone. It filters. People who relied on chaos mistake your calm for detachment. People who relied on access mistake your boundaries for rejection. But those who value coherence recognize it instantly. They don’t ask you to explain your no. They don’t flinch at your silence. They don’t interpret your autonomy as threat. They adjust themselves—not you. I notice how my body responds now. Less tension before conversations. Less rehearsal after them. Less need to check whether I was “too much” or “not enough.”

Controlled. But I knew what that quiet meant. It was surrender. The kind that kills you quietly from the inside out. SADIE’S POV I looked down at my lap again, like maybe the answer would be written in the folds of my skirt, in the way my hands clenched each other too tight. When I finally spoke, my voice barely made it past my throat. “I think the best choice…is already clear.” I gave a small shrug. A quiet surrender. That was all I had left in me.

Her breaths increased and her panting heavily intensified. His hands gripped her hair and neck simultaneously, she felt choked up but had to remain submissive, Ken was having rough sex with her and the pleasure was one sided. Nicky held in, forcing herself to remain on track, praying he slowed down. At last ken had slowed down, thrusting in a lot gradual than previously. Ken’s veins had popped out, he smiled in lustful delight. They resumed kissing as she kept on stroking his manhood. Ken’s mouth was getting loosened.

She bit her lower lip gently, not dramatically, just a small, unconscious habit that made her look even more endearing. Silas closed the door behind them with a soft click, turning to watch her. He noticed everything, the way her eyes darted around before settling on the floor, the subtle twist of her fingers in her sweater, the pink tint on her skin. It was amusing, how her shyness wrapped around her like a cozy blanket, making her seem small and delicate in this space built for intensity. Cute, he thought, like a curious fawn stepping into a new meadow. "Take your time," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "No rush."

I smiled at him derisively. "How long can you control yourself, boy? I know you lust for her body. I will watch you suffer as you control your cravings for her body and soul."He sneered and disappeared. I was left furious and unsure as what he said was true. I now craved for that girl and I did not know how long would I last controlling my lust... =======#####======