Dominant Erotica Novels & Stories

"I'm going to make you beg for it. I'm going to stretch you out until you can't think of anything but me." He reached down and slid a finger toward my tight, puckered asshole. I gasped, a mixture of fear and intense arousal flooding my system. "Vence, wait....." "Shh," he commanded, pushing his finger firmly into my ass. "Just take it, April. You wanted a dominant man? You've got one."

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she forced out. “I can. And I will.” Elena’s hands curled into fists. “I won’t let you control me.” Dominic pushed off the desk, closing the distance in measured steps. “Then stop letting me.” He stood close enough now that she could feel the heat of his body, smell the faint spice of his cologne. His eyes burned into hers, dark fire threatening to consume. “You think this is control?” he asked, voice low. “Control is when you don’t feel anything. When you don’t want. What we have, Elena—this isn’t control. It’s surrender. And you crave it as much as I do.”

It was about control, power, and trust. It was about being owned in the way my body had always quietly craved. I had always had a submissive streak. I wasn’t shy about it, but I had never had anyone truly capable of taking the lead. I wasn’t looking for a bedroom bully. I wanted a Master. Someone who knew what he was doing, who didn’t flinch at my desires. Who could handle the weight of all I wanted to give. Finding that was. . . a disaster. The internet was littered with amateurs, men who wanted to call me a slut and collar me after ten minutes on chat. Men who couldn’t spell “Dominant” without p**n references and ego. It was exhausting, humiliating, and honestly disheartening.

When Dominic sees this, he’s going to know that I defied him on purpose and as my master, he would have no other choice but to punish me in the cruelest way possible. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum just thinking about it. I could feel my orgasm right at the tip of my pussy, waiting for one right, last push to get my cunt overflowing like a damaged tap. With a last mischievous grin I lowered my body so I could set the tray on my back and crawl my way back to my Master for his divine punishment. Ahh, this is so exciting, so fucking exciting that I’m drooling and my pussy is just a second away from being damaged, battered and torn.

, he says, rubbing my clit in a slow, repetitive motion, causing me a feeling of extreme euphoria. I squirm at the sensation, unable to respond in the face of so many provocations that drive me wild. His mouth is still delivering strong bites wherever it can reach. Dense steam surrounds us, creating a hot, suffocating atmosphere. The intense heat causes sweat to run down my body, intensifying the sensation of suffocation, contributing to the excitement that drives me out of my mind. He thrusts his finger into my sex, sinking into my flesh, making me moan low, loving his thrusts, deep and sure, making me roll onto his fingers, feeling my whole body involuntarily contract with intense pleasure

"Name, Eriantha. Tell the fucking name." She was aroused beyond control, by my venereal assaults, Eriantha was probably so lost in her reverie that she is unaware of the things her deceptive body was making her do. It's me who can make her feel this way,only me, those lustful moan, that amorous gaze, it's mine, all mine alone. She was rolling her hips deeper, grinding me as she was trying to ride on my finger, I was amazed by how my little vixen was trying to dominate me.

"Our sexuality belongs to our Dominant and when and where we have sex is up to them. Rhonda hasn't had sex since Tuesday, no matter how badly nor how much she wanted it. It's why she was so desperate to orgasm now. You will crave release from anyone. Despite Rhonda being a lesbian, she will beg to be fucked by my Master to get the sex she needs. Our Dominants see to it our needs are met for the most part, but if I'm not having a dozen orgasms a day, it's hard for me." "You have a dozen orgasms a day?" Shasta asked, astounded. "More most days," I replied. "The number is often up to my Master, but if permitted, I cum easily and often, even while being punished." "I call bullshit," Shasta said.

I pounded into her, hard and fast, each thrust driving out every last bit of restraint I had left. She was too warm. Too tight. Too perfect. Sin never felt this good. "You think this will cleanse you?" I hissed, teeth grazing her ear. "Letting me ruin you like this?" She nodded—shaking, helpless, a mess beneath my touch. But I knew better. She wasn't here for redemption. She was here to drag me down with her. And I was letting her. Gladly. She clenched around me, her body spasming as she came with a muffled whimper against my hand. That was all it took.