Dom Relationship Novels & Stories

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

While they had had to have several serious discussions since Brandon's death and Adom's permanent relocation into their apartment, the two seemed to be as in love as ever before, and in fact, they both seemed to have grown more confident in their relationship and also in their roles. Damon, who was also still adjusting to what was happening, had gotten out of doing anything at all for the party by playing up his recovery card. Though all three of them knew he had completely recovered, physically anyway. As for everything else, he had dreamless potions and two slightly overprotective family he got from nowhere, who made sure he knew they were always there for him. The whole family thing was a

“Are you adjusting, Cam? Now that you’ve got a kid and a wife? Do you want us to be a big happy family? When all this chaos you never wanted is destroying the serenity of your haven?” No, now I’ve got everything I ever wanted. Domini wasn’t the only one who’d mastered the art of deflection. “I’ll double check I shut the grill off while you tuck Anton in.” Domini was already in bed when he returned to their bedroom. Cam stripped, unfastened his prosthesis and slid beneath the covers. Immediately Domini wrapped herself around him. She kissed his biceps. And his collarbones. Her lips skimmed his throat. “Cam?”

Dom spoke slowly and inched his way towards me. My body immediately started shaking. "6 months? What the fuck Dom? You just spoke of marriage this morning and now you have to leave me at the worst time ever in our relationship for 6 fucking months?" I shrieked. "How long have you known?" I asked my voice quivering. "This morning baby." He whispered as he brought his arms around me tighter. My whole body going numb from the feeling of losing him for so long. He couldn't leave me. Not now. Not after losing our cub, finding my father, and we had only found each other 4 months ago.

"Not after everything we've done together. I feel so much when I'm with you." Chad frowned thoughtfully, recognizing the truth in her words. Cassandra had bared herself in ways most people never did - both literally and figuratively. There was something inherently vulnerable about submitting so completely to another person's will. But he also knew Cassandra's capacity for love and intimacy ran deep. She deserved to experience it without the constant specter of their Dom/sub dynamic hovering over them. "Maybe we don't need to be normal," he said slowly, an idea taking shape in his mind. "Maybe we can find our own middle ground between these worlds - something that feeds your submission while

For a long moment, he says nothing at all, just holds me, one hand in my hair, the other resting securely at my back, as though he’s already decided that I’m something to be protected rather than used, hurt, dismissed. The beautiful intimacy of this moment is almost overwhelming. It’s not sexual, despite his fingers stroking my most secret, delicate flesh less than thirty minutes ago, so strongly that my pussy lips are still swollen, still humming. No, this is something far more dangerous than his fingers on my clit or my nipples. Far deeper and more life-changing than just sex. “Iris,” he says softly. “Yes, Daddy?” “You’ll listen to me from now on.” “I will.” “You will not decide what matte