Dom And Sub Novels & Stories

My Dad would stammer, his face turning red with anger and confusion. My Dom would step forward, his voice low and commanding. “It means exactly what he says, Mason is mine. He submits to me, body and soul.” My Dad would lunge at him maybe, or yell, but my Dom would not back down. He would grab my arm, pull me close, and tilt my chin up with his free hand.

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

Vega explained, “As you can see they’re deeply enjoying themselves. A sub, and her dom.” Sub and dom. Like Submissive and Dominant? Wow. Just wow. I’d never imagined I would have the time or money to visit a place such as this, watch it happen before my eyes or even feel aroused by it all. But here we are. Here we are. “Can I meet everyone now?” I blurted, refusing to stare anymore. This was work. I was here for work, not gradually feel my panties get wet watching live p**n.