Dominant Erotica Novels & Stories

The push and pull, the dominance, the audacious defiance of Noah—it was intoxicating, devastating. And when Blackwell finally came, groaning Noah’s name, shoving him against the wall, hands clutching, teeth grazing, the intensity of it—the forbidden thrill, the raw, unpolished eroticism—shook Noah to his core. Sweat, heat, moans, whispered names, forbidden touches—all tangled together in the chaos of desire and risk.

I had to do it. ′I will. I can’t wait to see his reaction when I’ll have that skimpy lingerie on.′ The thought made me smile a little. ′I’m gonna have to be a little dominant. Very dominant. Oh gosh I don’t even know how to do or be that. I’ll just do what ever comes to my mind at that moment. Yes. I mean, I’ve read erotica novels before. I have a little idea on what to do. All I’ll be needing is the courage.′

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

“Degradation adds to the intensity. Calling her my filthy whore while she’s soaked and desperate. Pinning her down, yanking her hair, slamming into her from behind until she’s screaming. And breeding… the fantasy of pumping load after load into her unprotected pussy, filling her until she’s overflowing, imagining her swelling with my seed. Marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.” My pen faltered for a second. A rush of warmth flooded my core, making me acutely aware of how damp my panties were becoming. I shifted in my seat, recrossing my legs and squeezing my thighs harder, but the pressure only heightened the ache in my clit. Damien’s eyes flicked down briefly—catching the flu

Chad sucked in a sharp breath, his erection twitching against her palm. "Careful what you wish for," he growled playfully, capturing her wrist. "I've been thinking of all sorts of fun things I could do with you. Clamps and gags and floggers and..." He let the sentence trail off suggestively, eyes gleaming with dark promise. Cassandra felt a rush of heat between her thighs at his words. Her body reacted to even the merest hint of his dominance, craving the rush of endorphins that came with submission.

Once he seemed to have made his point, he pulled away to my disdain but ensured to keep his lips rested upon mine, his eyes now also seeming to hold desire as he looked down at me and from the look in my eyes annoyed that he’d indeed broke us from the moment, a wink sent my way. “You may have once had the opportunity to enter entrances only my eyes and body should know, but now my beautiful, sexy and innocently sweet mate is within my arms and one day soon, will bare my mark, her memories of the fruitless, restrictive nights you may have shared will be washed from her memory. Any remanence of you or any other person, inside and out of her delicious body will soon be disposed of and replaced

“Beg for it, Lila. Beg Driver Daddy to breed this spoiled pussy.” “Please! Breed me, Dominic!” I sobbed with pleasure, bouncing wildly now, sweat slicking my skin. My walls fluttered around his pulsing cock, the age gap making everything filthier he was forty-seven, battle hardened, claiming what was forbidden. “Fill me up. Pump your cum deep while the whole highway hears me. I’m your princess… your breeding toy. Harder, Daddy make it drip out of me at the next gala!”