Dom Sub Story Novels & Stories

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

"You understand that my dominance hinges on your willingness to submit, correct? If you're unwilling, I'm powerless. This might result in your dismissal—swiftly executed, as I've done before." "Yes, sir. I've engaged in intense and enduring D/s relationships in the past." "And why did those relationships end?" "He desired another sub in his kennel, Sir, and, to be honest, I'm possessive when it comes to my owner." I refrained from complaint. After many years, authentic submissives hailing from the BDSM realm were a rare find. Most clung to stereotypical notions of a Dominator, viewing it as yet another avenue to lean on a man and reap material benefits through legal battles. It's precisely w

Making subs have a plug in for hours without get a release was always a form of punishment Doms gave their subs for disobedience but this man had plugged himself, endured a bumpy road and even without a cock cage had managed not to release. To say I was impressed would be an understatement I had never wanted to collar a man this bad in my life, in fact I had undergone the dom training because I had that it helped with displine and control. Very unconventional, I know but it was just on impulse and after enjoy the first class I had gone back for more till I had gotten the necessary qualifications.

“However, I am about to question him.. so you can watch.” I grin internally. I know it isn’t allowed either, but he is bending his back to help me. It means one thing. He will ask me a favor sometime soon. The officer gets inside the question room while I sit on a desk to watch the conversation unfold. As I am listening to the officer and the suspect talk, my phone vibrates and I see an email from Dom’s club. I click it open and read the subject: ‘An auction for subs.’ It’s been a while since they had one. Fun brief event where new subs are sold like live-stock in the name of charity. Many times, new girls decide to stay or bond with the Doms who buy them for a month.

My luck with Doms had always been shitty, always ending with me frustrated, jerking off alone when they bailed or couldn’t deliver the dominance I craved. I tried to distract myself, scrolling through more profiles. One showed a dungeon, chains dangling from the ceiling, a bench for strapping down subs ass-up and my mind immediately wandered to bending over for Dominanttothecore, imagining my hole exposed while he lubed a thick dildo, worked it in slowly, stretching me until I begged for his cock instead. Another profile listed watersports, twisting my guts because that wasn’t my thing but before I could dwell on it a notification pinged, breaking through my thoughts. It was a new message fr

, over her shoulder as she ran straight to her room after her small act of mischief. Damon wanted to rub his shoulder which now throbbed with pain where their shoulder collided but restrained self, knowing there was still the girl standing in front of him. Everyone knew of the immense strength that ran in the Bennett family at least in the pack. Except the well-kept secret that somehow she, the daughter of the family was the kind of strong they hadn’t seen in their family ancestry. It wasn’t something too big a deal but she herself didn’t want others to now just yet.

But they were finally getting serious when they finished their dessert. "Tell me, Charlotte, what have you learned about the dominant and submissive relationship." "There was too much on the internet, I don't dare ask any of my friends since they would start fussing and giving me advice." Seamus was listening to her explanation, how she had browsed, and what she had concluded from reading about Dom and Daddy relationship. "All that you're saying are right, there are so many variations of Dom and Sub relationship out there. But what I'm proposing to you right now is a Daddy-Dom relationship. I am a Daddy, but I'm also a Dom." He paused when a waiter came to serve their coffee.

He didn’t want to hurt anyone ever again. The end of DOMINATED BY HIM, Check out my other book (Lost In Lust). Thank you awesome readers.

But every night, after they went to bed, I'd lock my door, slip on the headset, and step into Dominic's world. The plot of the game unfolded gradually, pulling me deeper. Dominic wasn't just a sex program. There were layers... a mysterious corporate empire he ran in the virtual city, rivals who threatened to pull me into danger, and a growing emotional tether. He listened when I vented about my strict parents, the isolation. "They don't see you, baby. But I do. Every inch." Our sessions built slowly at first. Foreplay that left me wrecked. One night, he had me on my knees in the penthouse living room, city lights twinkling behind us. I'd never sucked cock before, but he guided me patiently a

DOMINANT & SUBMISSIVE BY EDNA BRUCE. A.K.A YOURSYCHODREAMS REMINDERS Before you all start reading, please understand that this story is the first draft, and hasn't been edited, revised, or anything. And also, I'll be so happy if every one of you follows me here on goodnovel💋