Novel & Cerita Dom And Little

He didn’t want to hurt anyone ever again. The end of DOMINATED BY HIM, Check out my other book (Lost In Lust). Thank you awesome readers.

I glared at them, but I knew I needed to listen to them if I didn't want myself to get hurt. I saw Elli turned around and left the crowd and I started to get nervous again. I wished I could leave with him right this moment, but I figured I'd be with him shortly. "Come along, little one," one of the men chuckled, "Time to get you all dressed up nice and pretty in some luxury gear. You wouldn't want to keep your Dom waiting, would you?" My Dom? I swallowed hard and chose to cooperate instead of fight. "You're right. I'd hate to keep him waiting." I felt their grips loosen on my arms, as I chose to walk with them to a separate room with a vanity and an area to change clothes behind a silk scree

“Sign the contract. Surrender your worthless life to me entirely and become my willing pet, or the brat dies tonight.” My eyes scanned the crisp white paper resting on the cold marble floor. The bold letters at the top of the page seemed to burn straight into my retinas. Dominant-Submissive Agreement. The title shocked me to my very core. The room seemed to tilt on its axis as the reality of what he was demanding sank in. He wanted to own me, break me, and fuck me in any way, morning and night. I should have torn the paper into shreds and protected what little dignity I had left.

He questioned again, and I was left sneering at that. "Yes, we screwed each other, and that is it; he is my daddy, and I am his little princess. Love seems foreign, especially when you made sure of that." His face broke into a smile as he clenched his phone before leaning closer. "You are in for a mess. I truly hope you are going to enjoy it, because it will be a long ride."

Sophie cried out, gripping the sheets. “Fuck—Daddy, it’s so much—” “You can take it,” he growled, starting a deep, rolling rhythm. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached around to rub her clit. “This weekend I’m going to ruin every hole. Fill you until you forget what it feels like to be empty.” The daddy/little dynamic deepened with every thrust. He made her call him Daddy with every stroke, praising her prettiness, her obedience, how perfectly her body gripped him.

Mom said with pleading eyes. Of course I will obey him if he said to bend over the table! "He will report your every movement to me, so don't cross the line and stress him out" Dad warned. He could be so strict sometimes. "Yes Mom. Yes Dad" I agreed. It was one joy that I gets to live with Ignatio Sandro, trying not to cause him trouble will be a piece of cake. "Good! We leave in two days" Dad announced. "What?" I yelled. Why so fast??

I don't know who gave him my address. 'It's okay,' her father said. 'You may sit down lets sort this matter out. My young man what is your name?' 'My name is Dominic Wuba. My friends call me Dom.' 'That's alright. Have you got grown up sisters of about the age of my daughter in your home?' 'Yes sir.' 'How do your parents feel when men come into the home with uncertain missions?' 'Well sir, they shout at the girls when the young men leave the house.'

,she giggled as he walked in carrying six boxes of pizza. "oh my goodness it smells amazing ",she bounces and Dominic chuckles. He sits it down and opens a few. "which do you want Liz?",she blushes. "I love pepperoni",she smiles. "my favorite as well",Dominic smiles down at her. "how tall is our tiny?",he looks at our son. She sighs. "only five feet",she looks disgusted by it and we chuckle. "thanks for ordering. Do you want me to pay for my pieces?",Dominic looked offended.

By the time the car service pulled up outside my building, I was already aching, wet enough that I pressed my thighs together in the backseat and tried to breathe normally. Dom was waiting under the awning when we arrived. Black suit, crisp white shirt, top button open, no tie. He looked like trouble wrapped in money. When the driver opened my door, Dom extended his hand. I took it. His fingers closed around mine, firm, warm, possessive. He helped me out, then leaned close so only I could hear. “Daddy’s going to play with his little girl tonight,” he murmured against my ear. “No coming without permission. Understand?”