Dom Vs Sub Novels & Stories

"I just want a sub of my own." Smiling, Kelly ran a hand down the edge of her top seductively. "Can a dom also be a sub?" she asked. Marie nodded, raising an eyebrow at Kelly's actions. "It's called being a switch." Kelly grinned. "I'm sorry for stealing your sub," she said. "I've been a bad girl." Marie snickered and rolled her eyes. Kelly wasn't playing though, and knelt in front of her friend. Raising an eyebrow, Marie looked around. There was no one else in the small office but them at the moment, but either of their bosses could come in at any moment.

Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission.

He can't severely hurt me the one minute, and then sensually touch me the next. “Cherish?” Henry spits, voice drenched in mockery. “Didn’t you drop all your previous subs?” “With good reason,” Aiden answers coolly. A dropped sub means a sub with no dom. No dom means no education. No education means no marriage, or a future. It's a dead-end. “But—”

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?”

He ordered. Biting my lower lip, I obeyed what he said. Few slaps on my butt landed before Adam roughly entered me again. “Is it good?” He whispered while thrusting in and out. Slowly, I nodded and spoke. “Y-Yes. Y-Yes, daddy!” Another spank landed on my butt. “Ahh, f-ck. My sub.” I thought in just one orgasm, both of us will stop. But the contrary happened. My body felt tired as my p-ssy is already swollen. Even me is still gasping for air to breathe in and out.

________ A story of two different hearts who belongs to the completely opposite world where HE is the rich, bossy and arrogant person and SHE is middle class, innocent and sweet girl. What will happen when these two heart fell in love with each other. Because its quite hard to survive in a relationship where your partner is Dominant as fuck and you are just compelled to do everything for him. because you love him. Same goes to our dear NAINA PUROHIT who fell Deeply in love with the Egoistic KUNAL SINGHANIYA. ___________________ A/N This is my very First novel on W*****d. English is not my First language so forgive me if you found any silly grammatical error.

I say and he sighs. "I guess it's a Dom drop," he says as he looks up at me. "What is that?" "Well during a scene both of us feel a high because of hormones. But after the scene the hormones can drop too low and cause a sub or Dom drop. It can be wanting to be cuddled, or wanting more space, or for doms it can be guilt about the scene. I don't usually feel it but it's the first scene I've done for a while," he says and I frown.

With my lips so close to hers, I explained slowly. “I am a dom, Ms. Cane I go by many names: top, dominator, master, when mixing d/s- that is domination and submission. With master/slave relations I prefer to be called ‘Sir’ by my subs. My job as a dom is to ensure my sub is pleased… at my leisure and preference, of course. I use my little room, the room you invaded, to my advantage. It comes equipped with toys of all sorts that I like to play with. My sub, a willing woman, is the best toy of all inside those walls.”

The world as we know it has changed yet again, it's different than back when Mommy Isabelle was famous, or after the first kitten was discovered. The world is based on categories and classification, are you a dom or a sub? Are you a little? or a pet? Depending on your category you'll live, the president is actually a submissive, your classification got nothing to do with how much power you reach and get in this world.

He pulled the toy free and wrapped it in a cloth that sat in the drawer and untied me. My heart melted as he took a moment to make sure my wrist and ankles were alright. That was the one thing I had been learning was a major difference between a Dom, and a Master. Most Doms who were not serious about BDSM didn't really care much about what happened afterward and they left their subs to care for themselves. A true Master always cared about how his sub was feeling even if it was just being tired and wanting to rest.