Dom And Sub Stories Novels & Stories

Then he suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and threw my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half completely — breeding press position. He slammed back inside me, going so deep I could legit feel him in my stomach. “Fuck— Alessandro!” I cried out, my eyes rolling back. He fucked me like he wanted to breed me, deep, powerful strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. His heavy balls slapped against my ass as he stared straight into my eyes. “I’m going to keep this pussy filled with my cum every single night,” he growled, pounding me mercilessly. “You’re going to be addicted to my cock. Addicted to being bred like a good little wife. You want that?”

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

“Don’t make excuses for yourself. There’s nothing wrong with it! If there was, your mother would have left me a long time ago. Dom/ sub relationships are healthy, just as normal as any other relationship. Enjoy the excitement. If you need any advice, toys or… as weird as it sounds, suggestions, ask away. Or there are numerous websites and forums available too. I may be your father but I’m not going to tell anybody; your private time with your mate is just that- it’s private. Don’t be ashamed of yourself. As long as Virginia enjoys what you do with her, then there is nothing wrong.” Okay, information overload. First things first, my dad was a god damn dom! Secondly, my mum was his submissive.

You don't discard a debt like that. Except I was no longer certain she'd been the one to pull me out at all. The documents Tony had assembled. The gaps in her story that I'd chosen to overlook because overlooking them was easier than confronting what they meant. The way her account of that day shifted, subtly, over the years—small inconsistencies I'd catalogued without examining. The thing about lies was that they accumulated. Small ones, easy to dismiss. Until they weren't small anymore. "Mr. Romano." Tony's voice cut through the room before he'd fully opened the door. He stepped inside without waiting for permission, which meant the news was urgent enough to override protocol. His jaw was

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.

A sub-Dom relationship. One between us both. I looked back at Damien and for a brief moment, I wondered if he was going to do the same thing he did to Aphrodite to me. But it was clearly written there. “The Submissive is not permitted to love the Dominant. If such weakness occurs, this contract will end at once. The Dominant does not accept devotion beyond obedience.” I wanted to ask what happens if the dominant falls in lovr instead, but I looked at Damien and I almost laughed at loud.

he growls against my neck before planting a hot, open-mouthed kiss just below my ear. My eyes flutter shut as his lips and tongue graze that sweet spot on my neck, and just like that—it happens. The shift. The flip. We’re not in the club anymore, not really. We’re in our world. His and mine. He’s my Dom, I’m his sub, and everything else just... falls away. No small talk. No permission needed. At this point, the only thing that could stop him is if I called end scene. “Every second since that night at the restaurant…I’ve been picturing this. Fantasizing about bending you over the nearest surface and taking you right there. I almost lost my goddamn mind watching you while eating dessert, imagi

When she moved her legs, which were spayed across Mike's, she found a hard-bodied male holding them apart, "Adam put the plug back in while you were sleeping. We want you to be fully prepared so we don't hurt you." He kissed her forehead. "It is a Dom's responsibility to take care of his sub. It's about a lot more than commands and who gives orders, sugar. It's about trust and caring and respect. Otherwise it's just sex with no meaning, no matter how you play it, and that's not what I want for you, For us." "So you want-"

He ordered. Biting my lower lip, I obeyed what he said. Few slaps on my butt landed before Adam roughly entered me again. “Is it good?” He whispered while thrusting in and out. Slowly, I nodded and spoke. “Y-Yes. Y-Yes, daddy!” Another spank landed on my butt. “Ahh, f-ck. My sub.” I thought in just one orgasm, both of us will stop. But the contrary happened. My body felt tired as my p-ssy is already swollen. Even me is still gasping for air to breathe in and out.

Daniel passed her the coffee he made, and Ama started sipping it slowly. "Daniel, please, I will tell you this as a mom: don't do anything stupid either to your dad or your sister; everything will be fine," Ama said. "Mom, I am fine. I will figure out how this torment will stop. You have suffered a lot, mom, and I hate seeing you cry. Dad is a beast." Daniel burst "He's your dad; stop calling him a beast," Ama said. "He's not my dad; he beats his wife up; he beats his son; he kills and destroys souls. Wait, mom, I am fucking thinking he isn't my dad, nor is he your husband; you aren't telling me something," Daniel says.