Dom Sub Stories Novels & Stories

"If I'm going to be a good submissive, I've learned that I need to be able to talk about sex without turning into a giggling little girl." He nodded. "It's pretty important to be honest with us." She nodded. "I've done a little research about the whole Dom/Sub thing," she said. "Mostly on how to be a good sub." He chuckled. The rest of the drive was spent talking about her research into being a good sub, and then they finally made it home.

As Serena reached there she saw her brother beckoning her over to where he and the alpha’s son Vante stood. Damon continued discussing about Nagoka pack’s visit with Vante as he watched his little sister walking over to them. He had believed that he won’t be seeing her today. “Will you be training someone today?” Damon asked Serena to confirm if she was here to train someone. Serena gave a respectful nod to Vante as he was the future alpha before continuing to answer her brother. “Yes, I was thinking of training the new young females group, they have no idea how to defend themselves let alone fight, they are in a bad condition. I had to dismiss them after a few runs last time since it was t

There were all kinds of things. The more I scrolled, the more my jaw dropped. It was like discovering a whole hidden world. I found words I had never heard before, and the deeper I went, the more surprised and weirded out I felt. First, there was the whole concept of "D/s". Dominance and submission. The articles explained that it wasn't just about the sex, it was a psychological game of control. One person gave up all their power, and the other person took it. The website talked about "subs" who wanted to be ordered around, and who found peace in completely giving up their choices. It felt completely bizarre to me. I couldn't wrap my head around why anyone, let alone my sweet Melanie, would

"You want me to waste him?" Dom asked in a serious tone. "Holy Fuck! Dominique!" Fabiola yelled. "What is wrong with you and violence? For Christ sake, be human for once!" She scolded him as if he were a kid. Dom was in charge of doing Pop's dirty work, he was good at it and left no trails behind. But one thing she came to discover about him was that he was good with electronics. He once confessed to her that his dream was to join NASA someday, all that went down the drain when he got entangled in this lifestyle…a lifestyle he could never escape from.

Sophia, Don Clinton’s daughter. She reclined across the spacious back seat like a queen, pussy in full display, a curtain hiding her from the driver, and a pink dildo, slowly rubbing her pink hole. She doesn't look shocked. Maybe she's known about what the Don had planned. I was terrified as she smirked. “Running away already, Daddy’s little doll?” she purred, not stopping her masturbation. “How pathetic.” I stared, stunned. “Sophia… please. Just let me go. They’re going to kill me.”

I had never felt so nervous talking to a dominate before and I couldn’t help but feel like he was about to devour me as he watched me, his lip twitched up in a half smile. “I like to do a lot more than that, how much about BDSM do you know about?” He asked and I took a long drink from my wine trying to get some courage.

He bent down and whispered something in her ear that made her smile. "He's probably telling her how good she is, how beautiful she looks all flushed and clamped up for him", Jake told Meg. " How do you know?" "It's what Doms do. They praise their subs. You see, the sub is submitting to them. That itself is a really big deal", Jake explained. The Dom bent and in one fluid moment, unclamped a nipple, took it into his mouth and the woman let out another moan. He did the same for the other nipple and she gasped and strained at the cuffs holding her hands down on the table.

What he saw on the encrypted screen made him go stock still. The preview of the text just received contained only a single letter - S. Russell's pulse pounded as he quickly opened the message under the table, hands shaking slightly. The letter S belonged to the anonymous, notorious figure who served as the puppet master behind the Four Titans, Avalon's shadowy cabal of billionaires who controlled the city from the shadows. His communications was extremely rare, yet carried absolute authority. This message contained instructions for Russell to publicly challenge Tristan Levine tonight to something called an "Investment Duel." The competition would involve both parties investing significant co

in the quiet night. "The 'Debt-Story' is," Dominic replied, pulling her back into his "Possessive-Embrace." "The story of the 'Substitute' and the 'Ice-King' has reached its 'Termination-Point.' But the story of Avery and Dominic... that is an 'Open-Source-Epic.' It has no 'Standard-Ending'."

Then I remembered he always praises Jade. “Shut up,” I yelled, but deep down, I was completely taken aback. How on earth could Jade... but then I find myself wanting to hear more of the conversation that is taking place in the bathroom between Jade and Kate? “Dom has enough money to take me to school.” What, Dom? The fact that she called me Dom did something to both the beast inside of me and the tail that was wedged in between my legs. This girl just knows how to stir things up and leaves me wondering if she is the perfect sub.