Dom Sub Romance Books Novels & Stories

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

that made everything safe and certain. Dominic’s movements were deliberate, slow. The first touch was gentle, almost hesitant, a careful exploration rather than a rush. Matteo’s breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he gave a small nod, a soft whisper: “Keep going.” Dominic smiled against his skin, the heat of his mouth brushing Matteo’s jaw, his neck. “You’re so perfect,” he murmured. With the faintest movement, Dominic began to thrust—slow and shallow at first. Every motion measured, giving Matteo time to adjust. Matteo’s fingers curled into Dominic’s shoulders, grounding himself, meeting each push with soft gasps.

Her room is across them so he can see what she is doing. "Daemon, what's wrong?" The woman asked. Daemon pulled away from her and his eyes didn't leave Naera's body. Even though the dress is out of fashion, it didn't feel like it was out of place. "There is nothing wrong, it's just that..." Daemon looked at the woman he was with. "I think I need to do a rain check... Dom!" "Yes!" Dom went inside the room with a smile on his face. Dom is equally handsome but nothing like Daemon. He is the kind of handsome that is full of charms unlike Daemon is angelic-like but with fierceness. Daemon traced the woman's jawline with his index finger.

The office affair had twisted into something deeper, more addictive, their secret binding them in ways she couldn't escape. 'Harder,' she begged when he eased his grip on her mouth, her voice a husky plea. 'Please, Damian, control me. Fuck me like you own me.' Her hips bucked wildly, chasing the friction, craving his dominance. He obliged, slamming into her with renewed force, the slap of skin loud over the mechanical whir. Sweat slicked their bodies, her juices coating his dick, dripping down her thighs. The age gap thrilled her—his experience guiding her pleasure, teaching her to submit fully.

Never judge a book by it's cover I suppose. "Excuse me Master Damon," a quiet voice says beside me so I turn to look and see a sub stood. "Good evening," I greet but I don't recognise him. "I was wondering if you'd have a scene with me tonight," the sub asks me. "I already have a submissive under contract so I'll be saying no for tonight," I say calmly and the sub thinks for a moment. "Would you have a threesome with me and your sub?" "I don't share my property, you'll have to find another Dom," I answer and he nods then leaves me.

I ordered. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke. "I… I need you, Dom." A wicked smile curved my lips. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" He exhaled sharply, his entire frame sagging slightly as though the weight of his own confession had stolen his strength. I pressed my palm against his chest, right over his heart. "You will not deny yourself the comfort of your mate, Helios. Do you understand?" "Yes, Dom," he murmured. "You will not fight the bond. You will embrace it." "Yes, Dom."

She asked and he sat on the table, he was looking directly at her and she bit her lip. He slowly leaned towards her and Audrey could hear her heart race, he slowly kissed her and she reciprocated, she closed her eyes and he sucked on her lower lip. He pulled away after a few seconds and she smiled. “I can't get caught.” He replied and she cleared her throat. She smiled as she kept going through the papers, she suddenly frowned when she picked up a file. “What is this about?” She asked and Damien sighed. “It's a contract between a dom and a sub.”

Liora tilted her head, “This is quite the event. Am I to accompany you as your mate, or as a party pup?” His lip twitched and he stared at her for a moment before tugging her closer to him, “You’re acting less and less like an omega these days.” Liora’s hand slid along his tie, shifting it until it was centered. “Thanks to our mating bond. I can’t be too submissive if I’m to be your Luna.” Ronin chuckled at that as they made their way down the stairs. “I cannot deny that our attraction is strong, but just because I wanna fuck you, it doesn’t means you’re fit to be my Luna.”

Now that he was buried deep inside me, thrusting hard, I knew this was the missing piece I had been looking for. If only he weren’t so stubborn and hard-headed, we wouldn’t ever get into a heated argument that could break us apart. He drove himself deeper while I wrapped my arms around his neck, head tipping back in pure ecstasy. My breasts bounced with every powerful thrust, skin slapping against skin. “Claire…” he groaned my name, and even though I could barely hear him clearly, I loved it—the way he sounded when he fucked me. He might not realize it, but the best part of my life is when he dominates me like this. Not because I’m afraid of Liam Raul King… but because I like it.

he growls against my neck before planting a hot, open-mouthed kiss just below my ear. My eyes flutter shut as his lips and tongue graze that sweet spot on my neck, and just like that—it happens. The shift. The flip. We’re not in the club anymore, not really. We’re in our world. His and mine. He’s my Dom, I’m his sub, and everything else just... falls away. No small talk. No permission needed. At this point, the only thing that could stop him is if I called end scene. “Every second since that night at the restaurant…I’ve been picturing this. Fantasizing about bending you over the nearest surface and taking you right there. I almost lost my goddamn mind watching you while eating dessert, imagi