Dom And Little Novels & Stories

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."

Elise said, “If you see her, send her down. And Dom? Be nice. She’s the only reason my life works.” “I’m always nice.” The door shut. Dominic opened the bathroom. He looked at Wren, then dropped to his knees on the tile and licked through the mess he had left, one filthy pass over her clit that made her grab the towel bar. “That’s for the briefing,” he said. Wren hauled him up by the hair and whispered, “If I go downstairs like this, I will ruin that meeting.” Dominic kissed her mouth so she tasted herself. “Good.”

Sam looked around, too and looked at her friend when she realized her daughter was nowhere to be found. “Charlie, find Aháva” Charlie nodded and rushed out of the room. Sam and Amir stayed, arguing. The first time they ever argued in their many years of marriage. ***** “So, your dream is going to Disneyland?” Asked Dominik in a playful tone. He could not understand why this little girl had warmed his heart so easily. “It's my biggest dream” answered the little girl. “Really? Who is your favorite princess?” Asked Dom. That little girl irradiated such sweetness.

Jude said with a genuine apologetic tone "Apology accepted" Lorah pouted Jude came back to her table while Lorah went to the canteen to get herself some food. Jude picked up her book from one hand and water in other and started drinking "You can totally play dominatrix in sherlock Holmes" Pffftttttt Jude spit out the water and started choking. What the fuck did she just heard Kristopher say? Lorah who had gotten back started patting her back. "Are you out of your freaking mind?"

Nineteen-year-old straight-laced college student doesn't do men or so he tells himself but a late-night pulse of curiosity leads him to install a men’s dating app, where he becomes utterly consumed by DomDaddy: an anonymous older man with a massive frame, a distinct collarbone scar, and a command style that shatters every boundary he built. Believing DomDaddy is safely locked forty-seven kilometers away in another town, he willingly yields to every increasingly explicit demand behind his screen. Then his father returns from an unexpected trip with an old military buddy in tow. Marcus is tall, broad-shouldered, and staying in the attic right above his room. The moment Marcus speaks, the bo

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?”

But they are still kids so they won't understand if he is to tell them his main reason. "Daddy wants to marry Mommy so he can get to know her and fall in love with her more. Right, Daddy?" "Shantel is right." Dominic didn't hesitate to agree with what the little girl said. "See, Leon. I am so extraordinary. More extraordinary than you. I can read what's inside Daddy's mind." Dominic glanced over at Leon who was scowling at him in skepticism and he gulped. He didn't like the glare the little boy was giving him.