Dom Sub Romance Books Novels & Stories

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.

There was a shadow of doubt on Dominique's face as she stared at him intently through dark eyes. Dominique looked as though she descended from Spanish Aristocracy. Her dark hair framed a face with high cheekbones, and an elegant nose. Her eyes were flashing black, looking playful at time, dangerous at other times. The General feeling one got from Dominique was passion. Her reputation showed she was passionate as a lover, and as an enemy. She would pour her heart into whatever she did, holding nothing back. "That is the results of the survey I reference. All references are listed in the back. I wanted to show that while revolutionary, my idea isn't based upon fantasy or personal opinion excep

Please read the following carefully; - Strong language - Explicit sexual content - BDSM and power dynamics - Taboo relationships - Emotional abuse - Violence - Manipulation and coercion - Obsessive behavior - Betrayal / Revenge This is a dark erotic romance. Love here is messy, complicated, and comes at a cost darling. Please take care of yourself while reading and know it is okay to step away if anything becomes too overwhelming and of course, overstimulating. Take a step away, breathe, and come back when you are ready. Or you can choose not to come back at all. Your mental health and comfort matter infinitely more than any chapter I have written.

Rhett says as he wraps an arm around my waist. I’m still letting it sink in when we arrive at Dominic’s place. Dominic is wearing nothing but loose slacks and smiles before kissing each of us. His kiss is lingering and full of passion. “I don’t usually work with women, not that I don’t appreciate their bodies. I do, very much, but I have preferences for who I dom. I will fuck a woman but not usually enter into a dom/sub relationship or any at all with one. Just like Gabriel is making exceptions, so am I. I love Gabriel and Rhett, not as deeply as they love one another, but you will learn their love is an exceptionally deep one, the rest of us just to ride in it;s wake and take the love they

Her calves supported by his broad shoulders. And the wet slapping sounds echoed up from between them as he fucked her, his cock driving in and out of her wet pussy. "You like my cock filling you, don't you, detka?!" Dominic growled down at her. "Oh, God. Yes. Only you." she panted, her body trembling with the sound of his words. The repeated, primal thrusts of his manhood so deep inside her. She supposed this was what they refer to as pregnancy hormones. The way it was affecting her, it was making her so hot, so lustful. She loved Dominic so much. Both his gentle and rough lovemaking. But there was something about the roughness of their lust tonight. His harshness was so primal, his dirty la

the clerk said, snapping me back, “We can only exchange these for store credit at this time.” I nodded, taking the small slip of credit in my hand. Good enough. I wandered through the aisles, letting the quiet hum of the store pull me away from the storm in my mind. Romance. Billionaire drama. Steamy fantasies I’d never admit to anyone. That would do. I pulled a paperback off the shelf, “Penthouse Rules” by Lola Noir. I thumbed and flipped through it, letting the over-the-top, steamy paragraphs fill my head. It was just enough to put Dom’s audio aside for a wihile.

It was smeared across my skin and still sticky between my legs. “You are a real slut,” Caleb said. Derek cheered. “I let you guys have her tonight but do not forget she is mine.” I smiled and winked at him. “Of course baby. You owe me.” Someone stirred next to me. It was Dominic. “Fuck, look at her tits,” he muttered, already getting hard again. His cock twitched as his eyes stayed glued to my chest. I raised a brow, then dropped to my knees in front of him. “Can’t resist, huh? You want to fuck these tits before I go clean up?”

Looking for something—anything—that would explain the unease gnawing at her gut. Then she saw it. A blinking file: “Candidate Omega_006 – Handler: D.M.” Her pulse pounded. D.M. Her mind raced. Damien Moreau. Of course. But no—maybe it was someone else. A decoy. A planted signature. Still, the seed of doubt had been planted. Every memory now rewound itself: Damien at the gala. Damien knows about Aidan’s betrayal. The contract. The timing. The perfect timing. Was he her protector?

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

I said, a small smile tugging on my lips. “I need a room in your club on Saturday.” The words left my lips, causing a sharp intake of breath to rattle into the speaker, “No way. You…” “Uh-huh,” I said, answering her unsaid question, “No wonder why Felicia has been losing her shIt. You finally found a Sub. After years of being out of the game.” I could hear shock, and excitement ringing in her laughter. Francesca was Dom, and we met in my early 20’s at the BDSM club. Two masters, together and fuckin’ subs to oblivion, we instantly clicked.