101 Dalmatians Domino Novels & Stories

Dominic was not aware that while Darryl was a Master Franklin’s descendant, it was not in the way he thought. As Darryl thought of Yuri and Bonnie, he said, “Mister Mayor, I had two friends before I came to San Morio Port, but I don’t know how to find them. Could you help me?” “No, problem!” Dominic agreed without a second thought. In the next few minutes, Dominic called for a painter. In this world, there were no cameras or electrical appliances, only painters. Due to a person’s status, only Dominic could afford to hire painters. Then, with Darryl’s description, the painter drew portraits of Yuri and Bonnie.

"One hand. Winner takes all. Loser walks away." "I'm in," Damon said immediately. He was too eager. Like a drowning man grabbing for a lifeline. Texas Hold'em. No limit. I sat across from Damon. Leo stood behind me. "One million to start," I said, pushing my chips forward. "Call." The cards were dealt. I got a pair of aces. A monster hand. But more importantly, I knew Damon. I’d spent five years studying his every twitch, his every tell. When he had a good hand, his left thumb would rub his fingers.

I was taken aback by the takeaway packages that filled the island. “Hello there. Glad you could make it.” Dominic said behind me. When I turned to face him, he had changed into a pair of black jeans and black shirt. And a single gold chain to accesorize . Any ordinary man would have looked like he was about to attend a funeral but Dominic made the outfit look as sexy as hell. I put on my best Sunday smile to cover spreading blush. “I see you went ahead and ordered. What a shame because I was about to whip up something you would never forget.”

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

The scenery changed through the hours until our Domi fell asleep again and showed up in front of a very well known store for us, "Diwata's." The door closed behind him, and his brother and sister were animated, talking about a big remodeling project. They wanted to add two cats. One brown and white, and one black with green eyes. Those on each side of the store. Domi laughed and followed the conversation without getting the hint that the two cats were him and Belle.

Clothespins lined his nipples, but that was just the appetizer. Domica’s voice sliced through the screen. “Did I give you permission to stare?” Both dropped their gazes instantly. “That’s better,” she purred, voice like velvet dragged over a blade. “Let’s remind you who owns your body.” She reached off-screen and retrieved her favorite toy: a slim, stainless steel electric prod—not the kind that left permanent damage, but the kind that seared obedience into the soul. She leaned forward, let them see the glint. “Color, pets?”

He would hunt me down in whatever part of the world I disappeared to. I agreed to his conditions and I started working with him. Maria was very surprised that Dante was willing to let me work. On my first day, I met Geremia, who was Dante's cousin and head of security. "I finally meet Dante's little pet," he told me. "I am not his pet", I fired back at him. He chuckled in response and patted my head. "Little and fierce. He has always had a thing for fierce creatures" he replied. "What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

Deja poked her head out to see a blur of fluffy orange-brown fur streaking down the corridor, followed by a frantic Dominique in a white pantsuit, her normally perfect hair flying wildly as she ran in four-inch stilettos. "Stop him! Stop Earl!" Dominique shouted dramatically, her voice carrying the perfect pitch of heroic concern. "He got away from Ren's driver!" A tiny Pomeranian skidded around a corner, fluffy behind bouncing like he was on a catwalk. He had the audacity to smile—tongue out, ears flopping, fully living his truth.

Dominic walked a distance until he finally saw a small convenience store. He paused for a moment before heading towards the store. Inside the shop. Dominic finished his call with David and turned to the shopkeeper, asking, "How much?" "Ten dollars!" The shopkeeper, an old lady, replied with a faint glint in her eyes. Ten dollars for a call that lasted less than two minutes. Dominic furrowed his brow deeper and glanced at the T-shirts and shorts hanging on the wall beside the swimsuits, then spoke again, "I'll take some clothes too. Let's settle the bill together."

I had never felt so nervous talking to a dominate before and I couldn’t help but feel like he was about to devour me as he watched me, his lip twitched up in a half smile. “I like to do a lot more than that, how much about BDSM do you know about?” He asked and I took a long drink from my wine trying to get some courage.