Dom Sub Story Novels & Stories

Smut warning⚠️ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ DOMINIC Morning comes again, and I wake up next to my beautiful wife, my love, and finally, she becomes my submissive too. I don't expect how open-minded she is about this. If I knew she would be this open, I would ask her to become my submissive after we married, but everything in this life has a destiny.

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” “You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” “Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?” “He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged. “What's a DOM?” “A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”

"And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?" Chad rounded the table in two long strides, pulling her to her feet and crushing her against his chest. "You'll just have to wait and see," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "But I promise you one thing - by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll forget all about Karen and every other demon plaguing your mind. I'll fill you up with so much pleasure and adoration that you'll be drunk on it for days." Cassandra shivered, desire and anticipation thrumming through her veins like wildfire. "Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, tilting her head back in blatant invitation.

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

on his lips, sweet and intoxicating. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, teasing him. She reached down, her fingers finding the cock ring, and slowly, deliberately, she loosened it. The sub gasped, his body convulsing as the blood rushed back to his cock, his orgasm building, his body coiling tight. "Cum for me, my pet," Domica commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Cum for me now." And he did, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed, his cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Domica watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her body sated and content. She reached down, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, feeling his body tremble beneath

I raised my brows. "We were in the BDSM relationship. It means bondage, and discipline, domination and submission, and sadism and masochism. This involves spanking, wiping, bondage, gagging, submission, pleasure, dominance, handcuffs and much more. I was his master and she was my submissive. She loves pain. After my stepmom, I was craving to give pain to women. When I was eighteen, studying in the U.S.A, I came to know about this relationship. This relationship is common in foreign countries, but not in India. I made my first submissive when I was nineteen. In this relationship, the submissive has to follow every command and rules of their master without any argument and if they don't, they

"Try me." At those words, she looked at him for a few minutes then sighed. "It's Bondage, Discipline or Dominant, Sadomasochism or Submissive and Masochism. In my own case, I'd be your Dominant and you'd be my submissive. I, or this situation rather, is usually called femdom." "Female dominant." She nodded. "Yes," "What do Subs do?" "They're different, for every Dom, but with you, my rules wouldn't be too much. My stepfather wants me having a sub for our training and he keeps bringing people I don't like. If I present you, I'm sure he'd be pleased."

His body tensed beneath my touch, but he yielded, lowering his head in submission. "The next step," I murmured, my fingers trailing over the nape of his neck, "is for you to show me that you mean it. I want you to surrender fully. No hesitation, no pride, only obedience." Helios inhaled sharply. I could feel the mate bond tightening around us like an invisible leash, dragging him deeper into my control. "What do you want me to do, Dom?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. I smiled. "Strip."

"I can handle anything you bring at me Mr GreenEyes!" That only angers him more. "I don't think so. Even with a broken arm, I'm one of the strongest men in our team!" I know this tactic. He's trying to distract me from the task at hand, so he can defeat me. "Oh? What team?" I ask sarcastically. Smirking, thinking he's managed it, he continues. "We are a Dom company. We collect dominants and train them, and find them submissive souls to use and abuse. We know what you do, and one of our clients wants you, and only you."

Dylan more of stated than asked. “No. We will not expose our coven members and warriors to the human world, nor shall we engage in open war,” Dominic gave out his judgement. “You guys stay ready behind the wheel to flee with Zeke. I have got some unfinished business to handle with my sperm donor,” he added. “Are you sure, Domz ?” I worriedly asked as I covered his hand with mine in silent support before kissing its back. “Yes, I am, babe !! C’mon let’s do this !” Dominic suddenly jammed his foot hard on the breaks before pulling over near Zeke’s real dorm room.