Domestic Discipline Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Are…you sure? What if he still refused?” He moved his body to mine, his entire length poking beneath the towel between us. “In that case, the punishment would be even more severe,” he flicked a finger to my erect nipple. “So severe he would even forget he had been your husband.” “As the door clicked shut, the sound of Dominic’s dark chuckle filled the cramped bathroom, creating an almost electric tension in the air.” * * * Ian eyed us wearily as he waited for us down the flight of stairs that led to Dominic’s private plane.

He stayed inside me, grinding slow, kissing my neck possessively. “This is just the beginning, babygirl. You’re grounded. No more sneaking out. Every night from now on, you’ll be right here getting disciplined and fucked by Daddy until you learn.” I nodded weakly, cum-drunk and addicted already, his heavy body pinning me down. The rebellion was over. Midnight discipline had just begun.

I clenched my fist in anger. I hate this girl, I felt like strangling her to death. When I reported her stay in Dominic's pack house, I thought that would be the end of her stay in his pack house but no, Dominic refused to let her go. Dominic is one person that can change a rule and no one will talk about it. He managed to make the council dismiss the case by saying that he will not let the human girl know of our existence.

Saying that, Dominic sat down on the sofa and started farting. Long legs crossed, he lit a cigarette and took a bite. As he smoked, he waited for Lauren to write. From the looks of it, he was not going to leave. Lauren could only block them with one hand while writing quickly with the other. She hadn't been punished by her teacher in her life! she never thought that that person would be her husband, Dominic ! She wasn't his student, this was too much! Every word that came to mind was like a bad words for him...she was mentally abusing him..

I was pissed off at not just him, but myself. His smirk faded, and his expression hardened. “The contract states it, Olivia. A DOM can punish his sub if she misbehaves, and that’s what I did. I had to punish you because you acted silly. If we’re talking about being humiliated, it should be me. You are my sub, yet you had the guts to give another DOM a lap dance and let him touch you!” he spat, his anger evident in his voice. It seemed what I did pissed him off more than I thought.

“Your daddy’s friends are running a train on you in his dining room, and you’re still talking shit. I fucking love it.” He fucks me hard and fast, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip with bruising force. Dom doesn’t have Vincent’s patience or Marcus’s brutality. Dom fucks like it’s a sport — competitive and cocky and angled perfectly because he’s been watching the other three figure out what makes me cum and he’s using every piece of information against me. “Your little college boyfriend fuck you like this?” he pants, driving deep enough that I feel him in my chest.

“Behave.” “Behave?” I laughed, the sound bright and wicked. “Where’s the fun in that? You’re always so serious, Dominic. All that military discipline… I bet underneath that suit you’re dying to pin me down and fuck the brat out of me.” I trailed a finger up my own thigh, watching his shoulders tense. “Come on, admit it. You stroke that thick cock thinking about me at night, don’t you? Whispering my name while you imagine filling me up.”

Dominic wasted no time in obeying, pulling his hips back and thrusting his cock so deep it grazed parts of me that I'd never thought possible. Each thrust sent my body forward a bit, making my tits graze the duvet sheets and heightening my pleasure. "Fucking slut." His hands wrapped around my throat, making me arch up till my body hit his. "You're walking around working as a nanny and a waitress when your one job should be riding my cock." My hands remained pressed together, my whole mind so focused on that it didn't register the fact that Dominic knew I also worked as a waitress. "Your cunt is so tight, if I hadn't listened to you slam your fingers into it in the bathroom, I'd have thought

I knew what she was talking about by the way her cheeks flamed and she ducked her head just a little. "I am both. To me, a Dom isn't much different from a husband. As both it will be my responsibility to cherish, love and protect you. It's also my responsibility to discipline you, watch over you, and keep your little ass in line when you get out of hand." She played with my shirt and bit into her lip, so I knew there was something on her mind. "Does it bother you that our relationship will be so different from the others?" "No, I don't think so. I like the way you take care of me, it makes me feel...special."

He burped and then sucked on his ten fingers. “You think?” Dom beamed, and Lucas nodded. Dominic slipped on a t-shirt on the child, then put some new briefs on him that were 6 times too big. Then he lifted DJ into his arms again. “Where will he be sleeping?” “In my arms," Dominic confessed, pressing his nose into DJ's hair and relishing his scent. “This is my son, Lucas. My Son." Dominic growled, and Lucas backed away a bit when he tasted his Alpha's possessiveness staining the atmosphere.