Dom Sex Novels & Stories

I know submitting yourself to a Dom means that there must be trust, and I want to trust Ben. “No sex,” he repeats, and I nod. “Is that going to be a problem?” I ask, and he immediately shakes his head and shrugs. “What do you mean by everything down there except sex?” He glances at me and chuckles. “Like fingers and…” I am too timid to say it. “And?” he presses, his sad, lazy brown eyes pinning me in place. It makes my stomach swim with butterflies. “Uhmm…” My cheeks burn red. “C’mon. I have seen your boobs, I have watched you cum, and you are still shy? Can you even look me in the eyes?” He makes fun of me, and I bury my face in my palms.

That's just to name a few. Once again, my cock throbbed as I read her list. Especially the anal part. My late wife never let me near her ass, but it had always intrigued me. So, I typed back. SubMan40: I like everything on your list. However, in efforts to be honest, I should tell you that all of my experience is purely online. I have never done anything with a domme in person. YoungDomme: That's okay, my submissive. I'll help you grow into the perfect little fuck toy for me. Where are you from?

His smirk falters. “You think because you’ve got a big dick and women coo over you, you’re God’s gift? Newsflash, being good in bed isn’t just about size, which Dom can stand up with the best of them. It’s about connection, and let me tell you something, Adamo satisfies me in ways you never have. Not just physically, but emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. He cares for me in ways you never even thought about.” Marco’s face turns red, his anger boiling over. “You...”

Trying to mask. "Dom?" I echo, my brows pulling together. "What actually makes you into a Dom? What turned you into one? Why?" My voice breaks between curiosity and accusation. "We've made love before... you've explored every part of me... so why this part?" He suddenly pulls away from me, his hands flaring into the air like I've just hit a nerve I was never supposed to touch. "That's because I'm wired this way," he snaps, his voice rough. "I'm fucking wired this way. I can't make love like that day... it's torture. It was your first time...,

"Don't encourage him, Will. He's worse than Turo." My eyes widened. Turo was a manslut of epic proportions. Like if Zeus and Eros had a baby. "Good thing I'm not interested." I ran my hand down Dom's cheek. Looked deep into his eyes. "I'd go without sex for the rest of my life. It's not worth the hassles anyway." Dom smiled. "Good answer, Will." "That's a terrible answer. Where did you get that kind of shit idea?" Ryker asked, his mouth practically hanging open.

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

He once again claims my lips and thrust one last time and we both find our climax together. He lay down beside me and we both faced the ceiling while trying to catch our breath. Surprisingly, my temperature had decreased rapidly. I guess sex is really the only thing that could help me. I inwardly laugh with how ridiculous being in heat was. A moment had passed until I found the courage to talk. “Are we still gonna go follow them at the concert?” Sky rolled over my side and put his arm around me. “No, I’m much comfortable being here.” He then placed his head on my neck ad close his eyes.

Yet I don't feel like I'll doze off any second now—far from it. Chamomile tea. A warm shower. Great sex... None of them worked. I'm not sure why. Am I not supposed to be intimate with anyone this often? It wasn't a quickie. Not at all. Dom wasn't being lazy. I'm actually impressed that he's still got the stamina despite being anxious. Stressed out. Sleep-deprived. I didn't ask for it. Not flat out, at least. But of course he got the hint after the second kiss I gave him. Or third?

On her knees with arms stretched out unable to hide those glorious globes from him. His voice was husky and thick with desire that shot straight to her core. This was something that she had never experienced before. She wanted something, but didn’t know what. “What’s the X?” “St. Andrew’s cross. A lot of Doms will use it to whip their subs.” “Do you?” “I would rather strap you to it and worship your body, pray at the altar, so to speak.” “How?” “My fingers. My mouth. Toys. A wand.” “A wand?”

Fine, is there anything I can help you with? Yes, two things. I need your best girls. Why? So you can charm them with your cute smile and fuck them all right. Just kidding, why do you want them when you can have my best men? They never miss the target. DPO These girls were trained their entire lives, and I don't send men to do a woman's job. I have my men, and we need women to think and fight like women. Fine, the second one. Stay the fuck out of my way. With that, Robbin walked off, leaving the DPO confused.