The Submissive by tara sue me

Official Description:

Can Bella Swan warm and win the heart of dom, Edward Cullen, while living out her darkest fantasy? ADULT THEMES. AH, OOC.

Word Count: 80,751

Don’t miss the outtake, The Submissive Chapter 37 Outtake, the EPOV companion, The Dominant, and the sequel The Training!

When Kass asked me to be part of the Rec-Rewind series and suggested I might like to review The Submissive by tarasueme, my first thought was, “Dammit. Guess I’m going to have to re-read that ENTIRE STORY. What a chore.” (You guise get that was my sarcastic voice, right?)

To be perfectly honest, The Submissive is just about the only fic I regularly re-read, because no matter how many times I read it, it never…stops…being…hot!

In case you’ve been living under a rock, The Submissive’s major contribution to the fanfic world was the original (and in my opinion, the best) Domward.

Oh, Domward. How he inspired a whole generation of fanfic readers to get freaky in the bedroom, and a whole slew of authors to try and copy him. He was tough and uncompromising, and liked his sex rough and often, but it was the act of watching this very controlled man become more and more out of control as he fell in love with his beautiful sub that is really the core (and dare I say, the ‘throbbing core’) of this story.

But first things first. This story is called The Submissive because it’s told from Bella’s point of view. It begins as she waits to meet with our beloved Domward. She’s applied to be his new sub and is understandably nervous as she is a complete novice, and he, very obviously, isn’t.

Edward Cullen sat at a large mahogany desk typing on a computer. He didn’t look up or slow his strokes. I might as well not even have entered, but I dropped my eyes just in case.

I stood stone still while I waited. Face looking at the floor, hands to my sides, feet spread to the exact width as my shoulders. Had it been ten minutes? Twenty? Outside the sun had set, but the lamp on Edward’s desk gave a muted light.

He was still typing.

I counted my breaths, acutely aware of my heart finally slowing from the rocket speed it’d been racing at before I entered this office. Another ten minutes passed.

Or maybe thirty.

He stopped typing.

“Isabella Swan,” he said.

I started slightly, but kept my head down.

He pushed his chair back, wheels rolling over the hardwood the only sound in the quiet room. He walked with measured, even steps, and I felt him behind me.

One hand lifted my hair away from my neck and his warm breath tickled my ear. “You have no references.”

No, I didn’t. Just a crazy fantasy. Should I tell him? No. I should remain silent. My heart beat faster.

“I would have you know,” he continued. “I’m not interesting in training a submissive. My subs have always come fully trained.”

Crazy. I was crazy to be here. But it was what I wanted. To be under a man’s control. No. Not any man. This man’s control.

He wrapped my hair around his fist and gave a gentle tug. “Are you sure this is what you want, Isabella?”

Well, as it turns out, it’s exactly what she wants, (naturally), and so they embark on an ‘arrangement’: Edward dictates what she eats, how much she sleeps, how often she exercises, and on the weekends, she submits to his will completely, entrusting her body and pleasure to this enigmatic and powerful man.

In return, she gets to call him ‘Master’, and wear his collar.

He turned and sat the box on the dresser by his bed. When he faced me again he held a sliver choker in his hands. “If you choose to wear this, you’ll be marked as mine.”

He moved closer and I saw a heart pendant dangling from the necklace. Was that a diamond? “Mine to do with as I wish. You will obey me and never question what I tell you to do. Your weekends are mine to fill as I wish. Your body is mine to use as I wish. I will never be cruel or cause permanent harm, but I am not an easy Master, Isabella. I will have you do things you never thought to do, but I can also bring you a pleasure you never imagined.”

My skin broke out in a cold sweat. He stepped even closer. “Do you understand?”

I nodded. “I understand, Sir.”

“Will you wear this?”

Again, I nodded.

He moved behind me and his hands brushed my neck as he fastened the collar. It was the first time he’d touched me all weekend and I jumped at the contact.

“That color does wonderful things to your skin,” he said, moving his hands across my shoulders and pushing the robe off. “You’re mine now.” His hands moved under my bra and gently swept over my breasts. “These are mine.” He ran his hands down my side. “Mine.” He placed a kiss on my neck, then opened his mouth and bit me gently. I threw my head back and moaned. “Mine.” His hands continued their descent, he reached the waistband of my panties, and pushed it aside. “And this?” He slid a finger inside me. “All mine.”

Understandably, a lot of what Edward asks of his new sub is strange and unfamiliar to her, but he remains patient, slowly introducing her to the BDSM lifestyle he finds so arousing.

Then he tied the scarf around my eyes and the room went dark. I heard him walk away and then there was nothing. No light. No sound. Nothing. Just the racing thump of my heart and my shaky breathing.

Light as air, something brushed my hair aside and I jumped.

“What do you feel, Isabella?” he whispered. “Be truthful.”

“Fear,” I whispered. “I feel fear.”

“Understandable, but completely unnecessary. I would never cause you harm.”

I felt something light and airy circle my breast. Excitement pulsed between my legs.

“What do you feel now?” he asked.

“Anticipation.”

He chuckled and the sound reverberated along my spine. Another circle was made. “And if I told you this was a riding crop, what would you feel?”

A riding crop? My breath caught. “Fear.”

The crop swished through the air and landed sharply on my breast. I gasped at the sensation. It hurt briefly, but not too bad.

“See?” he asked. “Nothing to fear. I won’t cause you harm.” The crop hit my knees. “Spread your legs.”

I felt even more exposed when I followed his direction. What would he do now? My heart doubled its tempo, but something inside me was lit with excitement.

He trailed the crop from my knees to the apex between my legs. Right where I was most needy. “I could whip you here,” he said. “What do you think about that?”

“I…I don’t know,” I confessed honestly.

The crop smacked me three times right there in quick succession. It stung, but the sting was replaced almost immediately with the need for more.

“And now?” he asked, the crop swishing gentle as a butterfly between my legs.

“More,” I moaned. “I need more.”

Oh, dear God, Domward. Do you see the hotness?? Do you understand?

So…yeah…pretty sure that after this chapter came out the worldwide sales of riding crops went through the roof.

I mean, this Edward is sexy to the extreme: enigmatic, unpredictable, and oh, so very hot. And the fact that he likes a little bit of pain with his pleasure? Fine by me.

And while it would be easy to assume that this fic is all about sex, it’s really not. It’s fascinating that this Bella and Edward don’t have a regular courtship where they date, and touch, and kiss as they slowly work toward a sexual relationship. Not at all. With these two, they start by fucking. Hard. But the real intimacy (and even the first kiss) doesn’t happen until much later in the story.

Of course, that’s not to say that the sex in this fic isn’t hot as hell, because it is. There are so many classic moments, and things like The Superbowl scene, and even the safe-word – ‘Turpentine’ – have become part of Twi-fanfic history.

For all these reasons and more, I can’t recommend The Submissive highly enough. To this day, it’s still one of my all-time faves. And the good thing is, if it leaves you wanting more, you can simply move on to its two sequels – The Dominant and The Training.