Domestic Discipline Fiction Novels & Stories

I'll be done by the time they're finished with work. I was laughing at a sub who tried to lie about sneaking out but was caught on camera, and blamed it on malfunction saying she was bending down to picking herbs to boil tea for her stomach and not sneaking through the hole of the fence, she taught her dom was stupid it also wasn't her first time doing it, he let her off the hook And waited for her to do it again when she did and was coming in back he was there waiting for her she made a funny and I laughing my arse off. When my doms came in, " who gave you permission to eat that? " they ask, making me jump

Such a psycho. If I'm a very wicked person, I will have to pack all the dirt inside her asshole which is wide open. Open enough for me to see what is inside. Or I might probably light up a fire in there. Ignatius was under the duvet and sleeping peacefully. I wonder where he got this slot from. What if a male from one of the domestic staff was to inform their boss about something, this is what they will see. It takes a person with self discipline to control his or her urges. If not, he would be turned on. Her kind of person won't want to have anything to do with domestic staff either. So why tempt others?

But in the back of my mind I wondered where the hell he'd learn to speak like that in just a few days in this retreat. Desmond picked up the pace. His hips slapping against mine and the sound was wet and totally obscene. "You like getting fucked in front of your husband, don't you?" Desmond whispered. " You like knowing he's watching… knowing he can't have you right now? "Yes," I gasped. "Gosh, yes." Connor leaned forward. "That's it, baby. Take it. Take every fucking inch." I felt the pleasure building. Coiling low in my belly as my breasts bounced with each thrust.

*Warning: Graphic Content Ahead* This story contains explicit descriptions of sex, violence, and degradation. Reader discretion is advised. The content may be triggering or disturbing for some individuals. Proceed with caution. “I want her to be part of my girls,” Dominic repeated, quieter now. But darker. Dirtier. He turned the collar in his hand slowly, like he could already feel it tightening around her virgin throat. “She’ll be number four. She’ll bleed. She’ll scream. She’ll crawl.”

he said quietly, “I can take care of myself. You don’t need to…” “Don’t you dare,” I snapped, and he flinched. “You may have strength, Liam, but strength without discipline is a foolish. Do not test me ever again in your life. There are lots women out there and you decided to stick you dick in that old woman! Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with you." "You had better fix that brain of yours and get back to business. We don't have time and Dominic is certainly not going to just wait for you."

She was unzipping his pants, and he could only moan in slow, deep longing. And he knew: he was hers. She had him, a fly in a web happily rolled in dangerous silk. Domination. That was her game. She and Kade were so alike… and so fucking good at what they did. “Tell me to get off, if you want me to…” Christina murmured in his ear. “Just tell me.” He shouldn’t do this. He knew he shouldn’t. This was so wrong, this woman who had killed his friend’s parents. Beyond betrayal. Beyond stupidity.

“Push through it, kid. This is how you learn to take everything I give you. Tell me how it feels having my seed plugged inside you while you work.” “It feels dirty… and addictive,” I moaned, holding the plank as best I could. “Like I really belong to you now. The egg is rubbing right against that spot you fucked so hard earlier.” He made me do bridges next, then some slow leg raises. Every movement pushed more cum out, running down my skin while the low buzz drove me crazy. By the end I was whimpering, close to another edge. “Enough,” Dom finally said, pulling me up. “Come here. One last round before you leave tonight.”

“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.”

Pack members hovered near windows facing outward, pretending they were not waiting for bad news to break through the glass. I pushed through the side door and crossed the grounds. I heard the training ground before I reached it. The relentless sound of impact. Rhythmic. Mechanical. The rhythm of someone punishing himself far beyond any normal drill. I stepped through the gate and stopped. Dominic was at the far corner, hitting the strike post with bare fists. Jacket discarded on the floor. Sleeves rolled up. His movements were raw and driven by something that had nothing to do with training. This was not discipline. This was the discipline of a man trying to destroy something because the rea

“You wouldn’t put me down! You’ve hit me plenty of times—so what if I hit you twice?” His eyes darkened, sharp with a dangerously calm fury. He gripped my jaw, his fingers rough but not painful. “Spanking,” he said slowly, mockery dripping from every syllable, “is a form of sexual suggestion. Is this how you plan to handle our divorce?” My breath caught. Sexual? My cheeks flamed. “That’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You started it! You were spanking me for years—since I was fifteen! How is it discipline when you do it, but something else when I do?”