Dominant Submissive Erotica Novels & Stories

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)

He hummed. His fingers were now at her collarbones, trailing down to the middle of her chest. The view before her faded, leaving her hyperaware of his touch and the electricity it sent through her body. The painful clench at the apex of her leg. Her painfully erected nipples beneath the fabric of her dress. The arousal that bubbled in her stomach. “The submissive stays good and does whatever the dominant wants. It’s all about trust.” His breath was on her neck, and she was tempted to tilt her head for more.

She will do so eagerly without any excitation. 8.) The SUBMISSIVE may not touch the DOMINANT except she's prescribed to do so. 9.) The SUBMISSIVE must always excellently conduct herself to the DOMINANT to address him as SIR or MR ALICANTÉ or a good title as the DOMINANT. Please you to. 10.) The DOMINANT can flog, spank, the SUBMISSIVE as he wishes, in terms of punishment or for the derivation of pleasure. 11.) The DOMINANT may get angry with the SUBMISSIVE. Colors like "BLACK and RED" are used to bind her as punishment.

I asked wistfully. With his curled knuckles, he gently tipped up my chin, making me look into his gray orbs. The firm lips were as it was, but there was a smile in his eyes. "In a D/s relationship, the dominant is the proprietor of a rightful title, and so am I. Usually, the submissives call me Sir," he informed.

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.

I dug my fingers into Julian’s thigh in a fury as Henri clasped his hands into my hips, pounding extremely hard inside me, along to the vibrations. Uncontrollable tears were pouring out of my eyes now, but Julian, that evil guy, decided to increase the tempo of the fucking toy more. “Fuck you!” I screamed, tears flowing down my cheeks. Nothing in the world felt better than this. Being dominated by hot, sexy men while they use your willing wet holes. Nothing felt so good and so bad before, than this My whole body shook with every thrust, it was another out-of-body experience, and I was in for it. And more.

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."