Dom Sub Story Novels & Stories

MY REBOUND DOMINEERING HUSBAND Chapter 1. Joel Richard Osteen, that's his name! The only name that makes everyone around him tremble. Even the sound of his black shiny Nike air mag shoe can make anyone just pee on their pants. The look on his face when he is angry would make anyone wish that the ground should just open and swallow him up. What about the numerous times he yells? It's a different case entirely cos he sounds just like a beast ready to devour it's prey.

“Besides, I’m an excellent throttler. Should we get our hands on any of those fuckers, we shall do our best to let them join their dead in the most modest way possible.” “Torture and pleasure mix all too well when the screams are louder,” he mused with a wicked grin. I stepped on the accelerator and pulled out of the driveway. “Back to the news. Julian caught a rat last night after the whole restaurant fiasco. This bastard has been involved in a lot of shit under his underboss’s nose,” Dom accused. “Under mine, you mean?” “This is fucked up,” Dom murmured. “There’s a club registered under our name that’s doing illegal trafficking.”

Daemon smirked and looked at him. "Chill, Dom. It was her first time, just like she said. She might not see me the next day if I stay for another hour," he said and walked away while buttoning up his shirt. Dom, followed him as his arms are crossed. "So, where are you going after this? Are you going home or going directly to... the HB?" Dom asked his boss as he followed him. Daemon looked at him and raised his eyebrow before rolling his eyes. The HB is their usual spot, a famous bar that only few people can get inside, those who are only the famous and influential ones.

"No. I messed up. Completely. Until now I've been playing submissive by his rules. But if I want to beat him, I need to change the game entirely." "You sound like a secret agent. And how exactly are you planning to do that?" "He thrives on control. I'm going to make him lose it. Completely." Greta looked at me, half confused, half entertained. "You know I'm on your side, but honestly? Burning him down sounds easier." I laughed. "You're so dramatic." She stayed with me until late evening. We watched horror movies and ate an obscene amount of junk food. We put the subject of Axel aside for the night, and I was grateful. I wouldn't have survived another conversation about him.

"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.

A Dom was tying up his sub to an x like cross causing the sub to be spread eagle. She was a petite little thing so, at first, her feet barely touched the floor. I noticed her Master redid the restrains until she was flat-footed. He pulled them tight, and I noticed how her breathing picked up when she tried to move and couldn't.

“Three.” “I’m your dom. That means your problems are mine. I handle them,” he snaps. SLAP. I feel like he’s going to slice me open. “Four,” I whisper. “What would you have done? High-fived him? Slapped his wrist?” SLAP. So brutal, my entire body jerks. ”Five. Fuck.” “You’re MY sub, Dani. No other dom touches you.” SLAP. ”Six.” I let out a shaky breath. ”Henry will always try to touch me.”

"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.

I have grazes on my knuckles and the pain from it is half the pain I feel in me right now. I take the car out and go to a bar downtown. Sicily is cool, and I love how everyone can have a booth of their own and just enjoy themselves in case you don't want to have a direct contact with another person. As I grab my phone, I log into the last searches on the email I have that London uses. And there it is, the website she used to go into the BDSM club house. The things I see there are what I already know would happen. I am a dom, but exposing my sub to such lifestyle in a broad sphere is risky because there are few subs and the men are ready to take on my woman in just a blink of an eye.

I said. "I hope you know that once he becomes your Dom, you two cannot become a couple? " He said to me "What do you mean by that?" I asked him. "It is one of the rules, as a Dom you can never become romantically involved with their Subs, that is an absolute rule, one that can never be broken, ask Tristan about it and let him tell you why it is like that." He said.