Romans & histoires Quiet Submissive

Sulky beyond belief, she petulantly mutters, “Stay.” Bending down to her eye level, I pin her between my crosshairs, hardening myself against her tears and the adorable pout she’s wearing. “If I stay, it’s going to be on my terms. I’m going to comfort you however I see fit, and you’re going to let me.” For a moment my mate looks so defiant I’m certain she’ll refuse, but then she relaxes, melting into submission and lowering her gaze. “Okay.” She nods shyly.

“I’m doing my best with what I know.” No one spoke. Several ladies looked away, suddenly finding their teacups very interesting. My heart pounded in my chest, but I felt a spark of pride. I’d spoken up. I defended myself without attacking them back. Maybe I was learning after all. The awkward silence stretched for several seconds before one of the ladies, a dark-haired woman who had been quiet until now, leaned forward slightly. Her eyes moved between Elora and me with calculated curiosity. “I have a question,” she said, her voice perfectly polite but with something sharp beneath it.

On second thought, the stubborn and aggressive Paige was her true colors. Sure, Wendy was not fond of Paige, and Paige was right about why. However, part of the reason was that Paige refused to get close to her. Wendy was not a mother to Paige. Paige kept up the appearance of a daughter but never submitted to Wendy's authority or acted affectionately toward her. Things were different with Sierra. Sierra was always gentle and obedient. She would always behave affectionately, act cute, and seek favors from her. Paige was like an emotionless robot living in the Quirks’ household.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that her quiet nature might be hiding the truth: her vulnerability. Memories of our past encounters flooded my mind. I recalled the young woman she used to be—vulnerable, shy, and gentle. I knew I had hurt her with my careless words and actions, breaking her spirit. Now, as I watched her in this moment of silence, I saw her in a new light. Her quietness was not just stubborn pride; it was a sign of the pain and sensitivity she carried deep inside. A slow smile spread across my face as the answer became clear. I finally understood what Eleanor’s silence truly meant—her vulnerability. It was a hidden softness that I needed to acknowledge, even a

“He’s definitely a shy seme.” “Is there such a thing?” “Hmm. He’ll top but would probably be too shy to admit he likes the uke, considering his personality.” Jane nodded in agreement. “Nicolas?” Akira frowned. “That man is definitely an aggressive seme.” “Tristan?” “A flirty seme.” “Logan?” “Another flirty seme.” “Sebastian?” “An arrogant and aggressive seme. He’s the type to always get what he wants.” “Hayden?”

He had sampled a few ones before, but it was always the same thing. They could not, for the life of them, submit to their true desires. They were so repressed and so damn stubborn, they never lost the aggressive edge, not even while getting fucked into a mattress. They always made it difficult. Sometimes it was fun, but most times it was absolutely annoying and not worth the effort. But Shay was different. She was... docile and eager to please. It could be because she was still very young, or maybe it was just her personality. Maybe she was just different. A gem in the mud.

What I had not prepared for was the specific texture of the friction. The way he went quiet. Not the professional quiet. Not the focused working quiet of a man who had a great deal to think about and was thinking it efficiently. The other quiet. The one that arrived when something was bothering him and he had decided, without appearing to decide it, that the something was his to carry alone. The shutting down. Clean and complete and entirely without announcement. One moment present and the next moment somewhere behind a door that had no handle on my side. I had watched it happen three times in two weeks.

she asks me a question , which quietens my little giggles. “Not really…” I admit looking at the soft white fabric around me. “Why not?” she questions with a voice laced with disbelief. I just shrug my shoulders , not finding the need to explain. She just smiles at me – this is why I love her , she knows when to let me be , how to talk to me , she understands that I have the personality of a child. I am goofy , I get gigglish and I throw tantrums. If my tantrums do not work , I play the silent game – pretty childish right?

Her every whimper should also be his! With an effort she contained her silence, causing him to ignite in more anger. She made no attempt to scream out her inner battle. Knowing that his clutch was an ineluctable domain, she preferred to keep quiet. Her every inch was aware that he wouldn't halt his ways, until he tamed her the path he crazed. " Now you'll see, how it feels to loose your everything!", he snarled, making the goosebumps to rise on her back. Pressing herself back against the headboard of the bed, as his sudden increase in voice made her more feared than ever. Her quietness was testing his patience; the very raw emotion, that he really didn't like to practice. The sudden vibratin