The Resistive Submissive.

The Resistive Submissive.

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"Say my name," He whispered into my ear, heating my neck making my stomach clench in lust, "Scream it!" And with his hands lost in my hair, pulling each strand so that my back was arched, I moaned out aloud and as soon as his name hit the warm air surrounding us, he let out a husky groan. * * * Natalie Everson is living the life of a retail's manager. Her work is stable, and just enough to help her survive. Though, isn't life supposed to consist of adventures, memories, experiences? Well of course, and that is why one day, she decides to quit and do something spontaneous. Maybe rent out the most expensive hotel? Or go skiing? But who would've thought that becoming a submissive would've caught her eye's most attention?
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I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing me into the couch, my breath coming out in pants once I'm disconnected from her. It takes a few seconds for my dazed eyes to make out the expression on her face, and I notice that, while her lips are swollen with my kisses, her eyebrows are pulled forward in frustration. "Kai." She lowly whispers my name and pulls the hand that isn't tightly grasping my neck out to caress my cheek. I can't tell whether to bask in her attention or obsess over the fact that I did something wrong. "Stay still," The right hand clasping my neck tightens to the point where I gasp for breath, but quickly releases soon after. My dick jumps in my briefs at the feeling and I blush, secretly hoping she didn't notice. By the way that her eyes light up and her eyebrows release to a more neutral stance, I can tell that she did. But there's no time to acknowledge that because her next words and actions render me breathless. "Remember, I am in control." She states, and then pushes her pelvis so that her heated core presses right against my aching cock. *** In which an inexperienced college freshman catches the eye of a sinful Dominatrix who wants to take every ounce of his innocence... WARNING: This story isn't limited to BDSM. It explores the kink world. And as you may or may not know, kinks go beyond pain/pleasure. If you're brave enough, check it out ;) *Trigger Warnings are provided in the first chapter* **The female lead is older by several years - suck it up sweetie, you'll survive** 110,000 - 120,000 Words

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