Best Domme / Fem-dom Books Novels & Stories

Some couple of students raced in after him when his eyes scanned the sea of faces. His eyes waltzed past me, scurried back to my face and my breath caught in my breath. My vagina throbbed, reminding me of a sweet aching need to be conquered. His eyes twinkled. Was he pleased by the new sight of me? I had been too plain for our first meeting. Good thing he was back from wherever he went to, and I was the delightful thing that graced his eyes. Does a Dom feel an intense yearning for his pet? Or I was just not his pet?

His body tensed beneath my touch, but he yielded, lowering his head in submission. "The next step," I murmured, my fingers trailing over the nape of his neck, "is for you to show me that you mean it. I want you to surrender fully. No hesitation, no pride, only obedience." Helios inhaled sharply. I could feel the mate bond tightening around us like an invisible leash, dragging him deeper into my control. "What do you want me to do, Dom?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. I smiled. "Strip."

Eli breathes, shivering as Damian’s lips and hands claim him. “Good,” Damian growls. “And now… you take me as I give you. You will learn to obey, to crave, to need… all while I control every part of you.” Eli trembles, body aching, mind spinning, as Damian begins the first intimate lesson in full—teaching surrender, dominance, and pleasure in a way that binds them together in both desire and control. Every gasp, every whimper, every moan reinforces the connection. Damian’s hands, lips, and voice guide him completely, until Eli is utterly, deliciously, and willingly consumed by Damian’s dominance.

Julian was a Soft Dom, and Henri could be referred to as a Pleasure Dom. They were two sides of the same coin, and I still couldn’t choose between them. Instead, I found myself dangerously caught in the middle, where the lines between control, identity, and surrender blurred beyond recognition. One reckless decision led to another, and now I was no longer just the brat with forbidden desires. I was a wife, and a soon-to-be mother, discovering powers that both thrilled and terrified me. I doubt my father ever imagined I’d fall for Alphas instead of the rogue he had handpicked for me.

I leaned forward, so I wouldn't be heard by those around us. "You make me want to rut you like a teenage boy. If I put my cock in you right now, I wouldn't last sixty seconds." I sat back and watched shock wash over her features. "In BDSM, the Dom is always in control, Peaches. But you make me want to lose control. That's how much I want you." Her nipples were taut beneath her shirt. I cursed the bra I bought her that pushed those delicious orbs up, so her cleavage was showing. I needed my boner to go down, so we could leave, not get impossibly harder.

For the first time, Rhea was truly ready to be laid, her soul already belonging to the man above her. Dominic’s touches were deliberate, designed to worship every inch of her. His hands moved with a possessive but gentle grace that made Rhea feel like the only woman left in the world. She was so wet and ready for more, her body arching toward him instinctively. Dominic moved down, his large body shifting until he was between her legs. He began giving her head, his tongue and lips working with a devastating precision. He sucked her so well that Rhea let out a loud, uninhibited moan, her fingers digging into his hair to hold his head as she urged him to do more. Dominic wasn't just an Alpha Ki

"I want you to control me Victor. I want you to own my pussy and tell me when I can come. I am so wet for your cock please." His hand stopped spanking and moved between my legs. He rubbed my swollen clit fast and rough making me shake. Then he pushed two thick fingers deep inside my tight hole and fucked me with them. It felt amazing and I moaned like a whore. My juices covered his hand as he went faster. I was so close to coming but he kept teasing me right to the edge then slowed down. The tension built higher and higher inside me. I felt emotional because this was so wrong but so perfect. My stepdad was dominating me and I loved giving in. "Do not come yet you brat," Victor ordered in his

Not tonight. The second DOM, a man with a scar running down the side of his face, had his submissive bent over the arm of a leather sofa. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. He ran his hand over her ass, caressing it almost tenderly before raising his arm and bringing his hand down in a sharp smack that echoed through the room. The submissive gasped, but her sound of pain was quickly drowned out by the DOM’s low, approving growl. He spread her legs wider, positioning himself behind her as he roughly entered her, thrusting with a primal intensity that made her cry out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa for support.

Across the room, a striking red-haired Domme trailed her riding crop along the bare back of a blindfolded submissive, her crimson lips curved in a wicked smile. Everywhere I looked, there was raw, unfiltered sensuality. And then, I saw him. He was leaning against the bar, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as if he owned the space around him. His name was Alessio De Luca, I'd learned earlier that he’s a rare Italian Dom with a reputation for precision, control, and unmatched intensity. There was no way I could forget that face since he is a very popular and wealthy entrepreneur in the country also well known but the fact that I would meet him here at the club was neither surprising nor alar

“I am a dom, Ms. Cane I go by many names: top, dominator, master, when mixing d/s- that is domination and submission. With master/slave relations I prefer to be called ‘Sir’ by my subs. My job as a dom is to ensure my sub is pleased… at my leisure and preference, of course. I use my little room, the room you invaded, to my advantage. It comes equipped with toys of all sorts that I like to play with. My sub, a willing woman, is the best toy of all inside those walls.” By now my fingertip was playing with the zipper on her grey, seamed, cotton pants. I undid the button and proceeded to rub her pussy through her lace panties. Impressive. I like a woman who knows how to wrap it up and present it