Dom Sex Novels & Stories

“I want to fuck this throat properly. Relax your jaw, baby. Let Uncle use your mouth like a tight little pussy.” Dom reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in fast, firm circles while continuing to pound into me from behind. “You’re going to come again soon, aren’t you, baby?” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Come with two family cocks inside you. Such a dirty little bride. Your husband couldn’t even stay awake to fuck you, but we’re going to ruin every hole tonight.”

“She’s still so wet. This breeding cunt just keeps getting wetter.” They worked together perfectly. Dominic tortured my nipples — sucking, biting, pulling them until I was shaking — while Sasha finger-fucked me and licked my clit. I came again hard, soaking Sasha’s face while I screamed. But they didn’t stop. Dominic pulled me up and made me straddle him reverse cowgirl. He slid back into my cum-filled pussy and started bouncing me on his cock. Sasha stood in front of me and grabbed my hair, pulling my face into her pussy.

And my whole body dissolves in the molten lava of my release. “Fuck, yes,” Daddy growls, and lets himself finally take his own pleasure. He pushes deep – as deep as he can go, splitting me in two – and then holds himself there. His large body strains, tenses… and he rides the undulating, pulsing waves, just lets them wash over him, crash over him, over and over, before slowly relaxing.

They whisper that he can't perform, that I'm trapped in a sexless marriage with a broken man. The irony was almost laughable. Those society women who'd looked at me with pity at various events, the gossips who'd wondered aloud how poor Isabella Cohen could possibly be satisfied by a man in a wheelchair—they had no idea. Vito Romano was more capable than any man I'd ever encountered. More demanding. More passionate. More everything. And the best sex I've ever had.

"Why can't you see? he gives me what I need, not what I want. only a real Dom knows what a woman needs, without asking questions. for years I have had men giving me what I want, or getting what they want. he gives me what I need; he wants to please me and serve me, as a Dom just like I want to serve him as his Sub." "Can you say that every guy you have been with has known without asking what you need even though most of the time we don't even know what that is?" She looked at me like I had offended her; it was a simple question. I can easily say before Sean no man knew what I needed; yes, they gave me what I asked for or wanted but never what I needed. "My lifestyle and sex life have no comp

“Because of you, I have trauma-induced erectile dysfunction… and no other woman can make my cock hard enough to fuck. Only you. My body only craves you.” I felt even more uncomfortable, my skin prickling with revulsion as he kept talking, still rubbing his nose against mine possessively. “What the hell are you on about?” I asked, unable to control my anger and confusion anymore. “That doesn’t even make any fucking sense.” Dominic froze, and he finally released my face and stepped back, looking almost broken. “I knew it would sound stupid and impossible, but it’s true. I have been fighting this curse. I don’t know when it started, but it did. I...I can’t have sex with any other woman. It’s li

Boy, what an outlet it was. Where other men handled me like a delicate flower during sex, Domenico fucked me with passion. The feeling of his hand gripping my throat as he slammed into me had been playing on repeat in my head. I wanted him to ravage me again, to take me over and over until we were both spent…

Sage said, rubbing circles on my hands, as beads of sweat started to form on his brow. "Well, I know that you are an alpha," I respond. Of course, he would be dominant; he would have to be to be an alpha. "No, not because I'm an alpha and not in that way." He replied, smiling nervously. "Oh, ok. What do you mean then?" I ask, completely baffled by what he is talking about. "What that means is….I am in control….in the bedroom." He says, nervously. "You see, a dom or dominant is a sexual participant who takes on the role of the superior and often controls the other participant, which is known as a sub or submissive. This type of partnership is often-" Sage explains.

A few hours later, I’m at home, in a tee and track pants, on FaceTime with Saxon and Damon, a glass of whisky in my hand. “Jesus,” Saxon says. “She’s a dominatrix?” “Well, I couldn’t see any whips or paddles, but yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what’s going on there.” “I didn’t think he’d be into S&M,” Damon says. “I’ve always thought their cotton-rich socks are the best on the market,” Saxon replies. “That’s M&S, idiot,” Damon tells him. I give a short, tired laugh. They’re trying to cheer me up. It works, partly.

I have since asked Dominic questions, but I have yet to experiment with that world again. Dominic and I became friends through those discussions, though I know so little about his world. He offered to teach me more himself, but I know that is a line I cannot cross. I love my wife, but sometimes I crave sexual adventure and anal play. I only experimented with it once or twice…when I was trying to figure out if dating my best friend might be possible. I got off on it quickly. I love my wife. I prefer women, but when I masturbate, I finger my ass and picture my wife pegging me. Dominic told me many straight men enjoy pegging and anal play and I should tell Claudia about this, but I fear she wil