Dominant Erotica Novels & Stories

“Your analysis is sharp. But you’re romanticizing the power exchange. Sit.” She took the chair across from him. For the next forty minutes they sparred over the text—her arguing the eroticism came from surrender, him pushing back that it was control, domination, the illusion of choice. Their voices stayed low but intense. The rest of the building was empty. Just the two of them and the heavy silence pressing in. Hale stood up at one point to pull a slim volume from the top shelf. When he reached, his shirt stretched across his back. Mia’s mouth turned dry.

He rubs my clit roughly and I come hard clenching around him like a vice. He flips us and fucks me through it with savage thrusts until he releases another load deep inside me. Later he takes me against the floor-to-ceiling window. He presses my breasts against the cool glass and fucks me hard from behind while using the vibrating dildo on my clit. "Anyone could look up and see me claiming this wet pussy," he growls. "Does that turn you on Liora?" "Yes it does," I moan, pushing back. "Fuck me harder Darius. Let them see how much I love your big cock destroying me."

Chapter Nineteen I sat down my wine glass as I avoided Marcus’ gaze. How could I tell him about what I knew without sounding like some sex crazed manic? Which given how Louis and Marcus had been behaving today wasn’t far off from the truth. “I know a bit about BDSM.” I said, biting my lip as I looked at him through lowered lashes. “Safe, sane, consensual. If I don’t have your consent, I won’t try and engage in that type of relationship with you.” He stated and I couldn’t help but smile. “I’d very much like to be your dominant though.”

Her nipples had hardened to tight peaks in the cool air, and I could see how her touch affected every part of her—the flush that spread from her chest to her throat, the way her lips parted as she struggled to breathe through the intensity building inside her. And Christ, the way she'd come apart completely, her release so powerful it had reached across the space between us to mark my clothing. My cock had hardened despite every intention to remain detached. The thought was unwelcome, dangerous. I couldn't afford to see Isabella Cohen as anything more than a political necessity, a breeding vessel to carry on the Romano bloodline. Attraction would complicate things, would make me vulnerable i

He lifted her slightly on each upstroke, then pulled her back down as he thrust upward with controlled power. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down his cock mixed with their heavy breathing. Her juices coated his shaft and ran down his balls. The risk of being seen made everything more intense. Any early-rising staff or guests on neighboring balconies could look over at any moment. The thought sent a fresh rush of wetness around Kai’s cock. Elena’s usual dominant facade melted away. Her moans grew more vulnerable, more desperate. “Fuck… you feel so good inside me, I needed this. I needed you to take me like this.” she breathed against his neck.

Submission Intro- This is a lesbian erotical, a dominant at heart goes all submissive on her partner. Roxy's P.O.V. Her hands caught my shoulders, pinning me and holding my body taut. She moved her arms down the length of my body, getting reacquainted with my curves.

He wanted to bury himself balls-deep in a woman who would moan like a whore, take every brutal thrust, and let him flood her with load after load until his balls were empty and his head was clear. No dates. No conversations. Just pure, animalistic fucking. Bent over a desk, on her knees, against the wall...wherever the urge struck. He needed to claim someone completely, dominate every inch of her body, and remind himself that he was the one in control. His cock stirred in his trousers at the thought, already thickening as vivid images flashed through his mind: soft thighs spread wide, a slick, welcoming slit stretched around his girth, desperate gasps turning into screams of pleasure as he p

I would smile back and feel a little electrical charge at the shared knowledge that passed between us. Karen did not at all fit the image many people might have of a domme, but instead fit more into that "girl next door" stereotype with her freckles, strawberry blonde hair and warm personality. We shared a complete lack of interest in the black leather and spikes you so often see in BDSM-themed erotica, and the theatrics of dominants insulting their subs in anger did nothing for us either. The most erotic thing for us was to just be the people we really were, in love with each other and simply accepting of the fact that she was turned on by dominating me and I was turned on by letting her.

Ana had always been the good girl. Straight A’s, star athlete, and never a hint of trouble. But behind closed doors, she harbored a dark secret – a deep, insatiable desire to be dominated, to be used, to be broken. It was a shameful craving she’d kept hidden, too afraid to explore it. Until now. At 22, Ana was finally ready to embrace her true nature. She found an ad online, a private dungeon run by a Dominant named Master D. The photos showed a muscular, tattooed man with piercing eyes. Ana’s body trembled with anticipation as she arranged a session.

________ 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.