Dominant Submissive Erotica Novels & Stories

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.

slowly, looking through, I guess It will be best to click each one and read them I read what each word meant. Bondage Discipline Dominance Submissive Sadism Masochism Flicking through the website, Submissive catches my attention again. The words read: A submissive (sub) is a sexual participant who willingly gives up some or all control to a dominant partner. This type of partnership is often referred to in the BDSM community as a dominant/submissive (D/s) partnership. A submissive might also be called a "bottom", while the dominant partner might be called a "top".

He wondered if this person was a dominant force, like Eli, or if they were more like himself—submissive in nature. ‎Eli, ever perceptive, immediately noticed Damien's preoccupation. The obvious scrunched-up face wasn't a sign of pleasure or discomfort from the cock ring currently restraining his orgasm. He knew it was the stranger upstairs. Eli himself felt a stir of curiosity and a flicker of something else—a desperate drunk night, a hidden memory of a dark room, silk over his eyes, a gag in place, a cock cage and a one-night stand that had been a startling reversal of his usual dominant persona. He had been fucked nine ways to Sunday. Denying him release for hours, driving him over the edg

He rolled it open and I caught the first line. Consensual Intimacy Contract (D/s Terms Private & Confidential) Between Mark Rexona (Dominant Party / Employer) and Teresa Smith (Submissive Party / Employee)

It was rock hard with the thick veins crisscrossing the big shaft and topped by his huge, swollen, plum sized cock head. Jenn saved the picture to her phone, knowing that she would use it to fuel more lust- filled masturbation sessions in the days leading up to her weekend alone with her big cocked step-dad. THE END Of BDSM series

She had a choice but I didn't. She could have run away, she could be apart, she had a decision and she wasn't being hated on. But me? Well. Bracing myself on, I let my eyes fall on the lines of the contract and as instructed, I read them out loud for him, my legs already hurting from standing. 1. That the Dominant will adhere to the plea of the Submissive whenever she uses the safe word. 2. That the Dormant will derive as much pleasure as he pleases from the submissive, however and whenever he wants it.

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.

"As an Alpha, I was born to lead, to dominate. But with you... it's different." He paused, his gaze burning with intensity. "When you're dominant with me, it thrills me," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's like my entire being comes alive, responding to your commands, your touch." I felt a shiver run down my spine as he spoke, his words resonating deep within me. "And when I submit to you..." Helios's voice trailed off, his eyes closing as if in rapture. "It gives me a sense of fulfillment I've never known before. Like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be."

“You're submissive? Like 50 Shades of Grey submissive stuff?” That movie was really hot. Maybe this would be fun. Maybe he’d be less of a creeper than that guy. He was already way sexier. Everything he did made me want to drag him home to fill my desperate pussy. “No, that story was written by a woman who had no understanding of the world that I live in. I am a dominant, not a sadist, and she was neither. I don’t have stupid rules about not touching me or sleeping with me. I simply enjoy having a woman that is unable to say, ‘no’ to me. If she does, she gets punished, which I also enjoy to some degree.

“Damn, okay, I see why she keeps rejecting my offer, but there are couple activities, you know, there is the claiming ritual.” “Claiming?” “Oh right, you asked me a question before, ‘subs’, was it? Subs are submissives, people who like to give up control to someone else. Sometimes, it's sexual; sometimes, it's not; this time, however, it is most definitely sexual. Anyway, claiming is where a ‘dom’, in this case, dominant, a submissive’s master, claims a submissive as her own in a room full of their most favoured sex partners or exes. This is for locals, though, because most locals know who dates who; I don’t know if you’d make the cut as Lizzy’s submissive, but-”