Dom Sex Novels & Stories

My breathing is irregular, my heart is racing, and my sex is pulsating under Dom's domination, who knows exactly what to do to leave me at his mercy. I lose control and orgasm, my body collapsing, my mind foggy, as an ecstatic moan escapes my lips. Dominique's hands squeeze me, driving his fingers hard into my waist, growling, as he gives me one last thrust before filling me with his cum. His breathing is panting, as is mine, his lips brushing against mine, as he pulls out of me. “You've lost. You'll be two weeks without hazelnut cream”, Dom says, satisfied. “You did it on purpose!”, I protest, receiving a cynical smile in response.

“What the hell is a daddy dom?” Glancing around, she shrugs. “What we have isn’t technically a daddy dom thing. The daddy sex thing doesn’t have a thing to do with wanting to fuck your daddy. Sure, some women might be into it. But it’s about how your daddy is the first man who ever loves you unconditionally—supposedly.” Our eyes meet, emphasis on supposedly.

She kneels with an enticing blend of vulnerability and strength, each curve of her body poised to invite. With an alluring gaze that radiates both confidence and anticipation, she waits for my commands, embodying the thrill of the moment. If only she realized that tonight, I seek merely to blow off steam and escape the haunting memories of Shelly, even if just for a fleeting night. This is precisely why I cannot bring Shelly into this world of shadows with me. I am a Dom—a dominant partner in the intricate dance of BDSM, where power exchange is not just a game, but a carefully crafted experience. The Dom takes charge, guiding the actions within this realm, always ensuring safety and consent.

"I tell her everything. Why does that surprise you? I told her two weeks after I got out of the hospital. Wake up, Dax. You're the one who's late to the tea party." "Dax, what Cameron has told me isn't the issue right now. The question is, why do you think she isn't ready for sex with you?" "Because I'm a fucking Dom! I don't want her to feel like she's not in control. I'm afraid she doesn't understand what submission truly means, that ultimately, she has all the control." His outburst surprised even me, but Dr. Wright didn't skip a beat-what a letdown. "Obviously, Cameron is aware of your lifestyle choice, and it doesn't seem to bother her. So why is it bothering you?"

The head glistened with more precum. “Please,” he said, eyes half-closed. “Harder, Doctor. Make me feel it.” Elara’s own body was on fire. Her thighs felt slick. Wetness ran down her skin from her soaked thong. Her clit throbbed against the lace every time she shifted her weight. “You want harder?” she asked. She leaned forward, putting more pressure on both heels. “Beg properly.” Dante groaned louder. “Please… step on my cock harder. Crush my balls. I need it.”

That made me swallow hard. And then, before I could stop myself, I blurted it out. “Sometimes… during sex, I don't feel like myself.” His expression didn’t change at all. No surprise, no judgment. I continued, my voice trembling. “It’s like… I’m still there, but not really. I’m staring at the ceiling, feeling numb, just waiting for it to be over. It’s like I hit pause on myself, and my body just... goes through the motions. And afterward, I don’t feel real. I feel used, even if they were gentle.”

“You are nothing more than a sperm receptacle. Do not ever speak to my wife ever again. Don’t even look at her or my son.” “You’ll come back to us.” Chrissy said as Chance began to guide Rye away. “Unfortunately for you, my mother taught me not to hit a woman.” He said stopping and looking at her. “Unfortunately?” Chrissy smirked. “I never learned that lesson.” Dom said and fear hit the woman. “Chance….” Chrissy pleaded. “You knew the rules.” Sid said. Dom buried her hand deep in the blonde hair and forced her to bend over. Then she drug the woman over in front of Trigg and Sid. The club bunny was forced to her knees.

I heard him laugh inside my ear and spoke. "Haha, you liked that, huh? I knew you were a dirty girl?" I know how you could make it up to me?" He said. Damn him, I know I shouldn't be turned on, but I am. Oh, God, I have been touched and turned on two times today by two sexiest guys in my school, but they still hate me! God, I need to stop reading them erotic and dark romances about being assaulted by your bullies. What is wrong with me, letting them touch me and making me feel these dark sexual desires and fantasies for them?

I feel my body shake and spasm on top of him as the orgasm hit me. I try to move away from him because of the overstimulation but find nowhere to go. I hear him growl and finally cum inside of me. After having two kids, Dominic decided to do a vasectomy, and for more security, I also use an IUD. We decided to have only two kids. "We should do this at least once a week, sweetheart. Do you like it?" My cheeks flushes when he asks me. "Y-yes I like it." I bet my face is red.

Dominique was struck by an impression; Jeannette was striving to be a perfect fuck, the sexual partner that Robert would remember forever. "Robert, try that ass out, see how she does with that." Dominique said. Jeannette's smile actually widened as she bowed her back. Robert pulled out of her cunt, and then slammed himself into her ass with none of the tenderness he had shown going into her cunt. Jeannette had the air forced out of her as he slammed himself deeply into her ass. She pushed back and a low moan escaped her throat.