Dom And Little Novels & Stories

Later That Night “Hi, sis! Welcome home!” Ann calls from the dining table without looking up from her homework. She’s sixteen and a carbon copy of our mom—big brown eyes, soft curls, a gentle calm about her. I take after Dad. Blonde hair, blue eyes, the kind of curves that draw stares whether I want them or not. It’s no wonder Dominic’s addicted. “Where’s Dad?” I set the groceries down. “With Diana,” she says, voice flat. That says it all.

He's driving me insane and I keep crying. A twig snapped behind me. I chuckled knowing it was Dom. "Little one." He gruffly greeted. "Dominic." I plainly stated. He hated it when I called him by his full name. He knew it meant I was mad. "Little one. We need to talk." He said barely a whisper. The words I have been waiting to hear for 4 weeks and have finally come out. But now I don't want to hear it. I want to go to our room and just sleep.

He mumbled. Since I was younger, he'd always had to act like a stand-in parent for me since I was always causing trouble and he was a lot older than me. Thirteen years older, to be precise. "Anyway, don't thank me yet," Marlon said seriously. "We need to talk about the victim here. I’ve already instructed our legal team to draft a formal restitution agreement. We are offering him a significant financial compensation package for the invasion of privacy and the emotional distress." I frowned slightly, a bit protective. "He doesn't want your money, Marlon. He's not like that and he's not trying to sue us."

He urges as he backs away, grinning. “I will do my best, Daddy.” Our girl sounds just like what they call a Little in the Daddy Dom community, but make no mistake, that’s not what their relationship is about. It started as a joke, supposedly, and now it’s become her nickname for him when we are in our more dominant roles. “You’ve come at the perfect time, sweetness. I think your Sir will need your help with this.” I tell her as I pull her down to me.

Barely there. But her power short-circuited for a second. And in that silence… she could still taste That night, Ophelia snuck into the training dome. She needed to burn something. Punch something. Anything to get the Maddox Effect out of her system. She loaded up a memory sequence and projected it into the air — her fighting herself. Every strength. Every weakness. A perfect mirror match. She charged. Dodged. Struck. Twisted. But the memory version of herself whispered something mid-fight:

I turned. She was breathing slightly harder from rushing. “Didn't Dom ask for Mystique?” I frowned. “Mystique?” She nodded. “Yes. His little one.” I stared at her. “What little one?” I asked. She ran back and disappeared inside leaving me wondering which little one Dom had. I hope it's not a baby cause if he had a baby I would literally burn everything to the ground. A few seconds later, the housekeeper returned carrying a tiny Pomeranian puppy. Probably less than a year.

He was a man who had an intention - no beating around the bush and it was a breath of fresh air. I smirked. "I was yours the minute I laid my eyes on you. Name." I am a twenty two year old woman acting like a horny teenager. The strangers' lips tilted up in a small smile and he bit his lower lip, humour dancing around in his brown eyes. "Dominic." I picked up my clutch and placed a few notes underneath the empty glass. I stood up, raising to the same height as him even though he was still sitting. He was watching me intently as I walked behind him and leaned forward until my lips were just barely grazing his ear.

Me, mama and Dominic laughed and talked for hours like we did when Dom and I were younger and life was less complicated. Mama left about fifteen minutes ago and Dominic was glaring at his phone. “Here,” I gave him a picture of the little shrimp. He grabs the photo and frowns. “What’s that?” I laugh and walk over and sit on the edge of his bed. “That Dom would be our baby,” He raises a brow. “That’s it? Looks like a piece of shrimp,” I nod. “I’m only two months and we have seven months to go,” “What about the baby’s heart?”

As I got in I quickly changed up and showered. As I came out, I realized none of my clothes were in his room. I went over to his wardrobe to check if I could just wear anything from there. And I saw a baby picture of Dominic. It looked so familiar and I tried so hard to remember. And suddenly it flashed my mind. Is Dominic Domdom? My mouth widen in surprise as it corresponded to his name Domdom was my crush back then in kindergarten, when we were so little. We made a promise to grow up healthy and get married together. I couldn't believe he was the one.

He did everything he could to get me back. His hands are now moving over my body and when they reach my swollen womb his hand stopped. Our pup is very active every time Dominic touches me, it's as if he recognizes his presence. "Is she disturbing you?" Dominic asks me. "She?" I ask amused. I thought he wanted a son to follow in his footsteps. "Yeah," says Dominic, "I want a little girl so much. A little Elle to adore and love me. “ "What if we have a boy?" I'm serious.