Domestic Discipline Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

His rough fingers pinched my nipple through the thin silk gown, tugging it lightly. "Ah!" I winced, a sudden mixture of sharp pain and pure pleasure shooting straight down to my stomach. "You acted like a very stubborn little girl yesterday," Dom said, his voice turning strict as he looked down at me. "Walking out on me in the dark. Banging that glass door like the defiant child you are."

Micah POV. My father wanted to talk to me, which is never good, I had to leave my mate back and go toward my father's office, back in the car, I don't know what got over me, why I decided it's okay to trust Jordan, I've only met him, he's everything I shouldn't need or want. He's pushing my whole existence to the edge, I'm supposed to be dominant, but if I'm the one feeling the pull, him knowing I'm the mate, that means it's the other way around he's the dominant one, not me.

The chat flooded within seconds. Names. Tips. Praise. Old subs resurfacing. New ones gasping. But Domica didn’t look at the screen. Her focus was on him. She circled once, slow, dragging her gloved finger along his spine until he shivered. Then came the clamps. She clipped them to his nipples with cold, ritualistic care. Not cruel—but not kind, either. She twisted one, and he moaned around the gag. “You remember how this works, pet,” she purred. “Pleasure is earned. But pain is your privilege.”

I order and she obeys. These days, I'm starting to get obsessed with acting like a dom. No wonder Kaden was unhappy when I restricted him from doing it with my soul mate. I have always been her rightful husband and mate. It's just that she was so much in love with him too. In love with two hot men I guess. This Dom/sub thing can be so much fun, sexually. My hand rubs across her behind, smoothing one of her cheeks. "You have such a nice ass for Daddy to punish," I tell her, slapping her behind.

Rougher. Yanking my head up so much that I thought it was going to snap right out of my neck, Dominic forced my face into the hardwood floor. Letting go of my head, he violently pulled my arm so far back that ache rippled through me and he locked them together with the chain before connecting the spreader bar and forcibly spreading my legs painfully wide. “Hmm.” I moaned internally, my pussy a wet mess as I awaited his cock but I knew that I had to be patient for him to brutally punish me before fucking me.

"Do not keep me waiting." The front door clicked shut. Silence settled over the penthouse. Well, manufacturing a great-grandchild presented a much larger challenge than cross-breeding a new disease-resistant strawberry variety. Our prenuptial agreement contained a non-negotiable clause. No kids. Dominic enforced that rule with absolute discipline. We spent the past week tearing the sheets off his mattress. He pushed my body through wave after wave of intense orgasms. Yet, no matter how wild the sex got, no matter how rock-hard his cock pressed against my wet entrance, he never skipped a step.

Jasper seized the moment to bark at them, "You heard her! Get lost! Or do I need to call the Council enforcers to escort you out?" "Andrea..." Dominic wasn't ready to give up; he looked to Andrea for help. But her response crushed his last hope. "Blackthorn doesn't need your money. Naomi will pay the price for what she did." "And as for you—your behavior lately has been unacceptable! I'm telling your parents everything. It's time they knew exactly how many 'stupid' things their Alpha son has been doing out here!" Dominic froze. His biggest fear was being disciplined by his parents under pack law.

As I start to walk to the bedroom, I hear Dominic yelling at Natashia and Svetlana, "Get out, you are so precocious. I don't want the two of you around my Anastasia, you might be a bad influence for her." Wondering what is exactly happening, I peek out the door and see their hands all over him and their eyes filled with hunger. Jealousy hits me with a vengeance I have never known and I find myself wanted to tear them to shreds. How can those bitches have their hands all over my mate? Has he had them? Is that rule only because he wants them all for himself and that's why he has yet to have me? I burst out of the bathroom and shriek, "Get your filthy hands off of my mate!" The two of the

I am startled from my thoughts when Dom rushes out of the room and runs down the stairs in a blur, He finds his mother in the kitchen and I can tell he is excited to share the news. She looks up at him with a sneer plastered on her immaculate face. He greets her and announces he has a mate mark. The look of pure disgust is evident and then she starts, telling him he needs to reject me if I am weak. This goes on for like 10 minutes, and then Dom has enough and tells her to fuck off. The scene changes and this time we are at some fancy rich-looking house in a place I don’t no. Dom lets himself inside the house where he is greeted by thumping music, girls are running around half-naked and drink

"I told you already, if you're going to be doing that dangerous shit, then I have to be there to take care of you, so to answer your question, no, I'm not saying you can't be friends. There's just some things that you won't be allowed to do anymore with him." Wait a damn minute. "Excuse me, allowed?" "Yep, that's what a Dom does Angel, he makes those types of decisions. I don't know what was in your book, but like I said, it's not something I turn on and off. And if I don't want you doing something you're not doing it. We clear?" "Yes, drill sergeant." I saluted him. "Cute, now get to work before that mouth gets you into trouble." He looked down at my book with a look of distaste before thro