Dominating The Dominatrix By Tatienne Richard Novels & Stories

She looked up at me, tears glistened in her eyes as she stared back at me, her lips trembled. "For the last year I have watched you dance around me like you were in control. I’m the Dom, your Master, and Iam also your mate.” i pressed a finger to her lips as she wanted to dispute me, “No more arguing. You have kept me at bay, and I have followed your rules. Shit happened to you, I get it, but you’re not going to deal with it anymore. You’re going to let me inside here.” i pressed the finger from her mouth to her head. “I’m not backing down or going away Emma. We aree in this together.” i waited for several minutes to pass. “You may speak.”

Not that she was that kind of woman, but I wasn’t about to take any chances. Despite our rather unusual deal, it wasn’t the sex itself that got Isabel off – it was just a power-trip for her. She got off on knowing she had control over a more powerful wolf, that a ranked wolf had to bow down to her and do whatever she wanted… I think dominatrix was the term for it. But the werewolf version… She didn’t have a ranked wolf, so getting any wolf more powerful than her to submit to her – for her to humiliate and belittle – got her wet.

You Are My Submissive And I Am Your Domino So, You Must Submit To My Command!. Britney's POV. Marrying the sweetest and coolest guy in the pack was a mere formality, but what I truly craved was a mate who could dominate me in every way possible. Someone who could fuck me relentlessly, make me beg for more, and bring me to the brink of ecstasy with just one touch. I needed a man who could make me forget all about the spineless mommy's boy I had foolishly married.

"You think you're so tough but you're not. By the time I'm done with you, you'll want the ground to open up and swallow you alive. This is only the beginning. Crawl back to the hole of poverty you crawled out of." She pulled away and walked to the exit. Right before she left, she turned around and laughed. "You can't pull the tricks I pull in bed. I'm the most submissive woman Milo has ever been with. You should know dominant men love that the most. He'll never forget me." She was gone in seconds. I wanted to cry but the tears wouldn't fall. I had been intimidated by a woman who was probably old enough to be my mother over a man. A part of me wondered if Milo was worth all that drama. Tatian

I can hear some more shuffling and then he was telling me, "Yes, mistress, I'm naked." Mistress? I sighed internally. You seriously wouldn't believe how many men were into the whole dominatrix kink. In the beginning, it was kind of fun but by now it was getting pretty old. Mentally awakening my inner dom, I relaxed further into the sofa and flipped through the magazine."Good boy," I cooed, finding a 20 sex tips for women article. Huh, how fitting. "Now, here's what I want you to do, and you better listen closely, pet."

I had never felt so nervous talking to a dominate before and I couldn’t help but feel like he was about to devour me as he watched me, his lip twitched up in a half smile. “I like to do a lot more than that, how much about BDSM do you know about?” He asked and I took a long drink from my wine trying to get some courage.

"I know–" Adam looks hot when he's mad. I can't deny that. I don't wanna brand myself as a liar if I don't acknowledge that fact. "Didn't I tell you to clean the mansion? And why the fuck I've seen you flirting with one of my men wearing only my shirt and what? Your damn underwear? You're not even wearing a bra, Raviora!" "You have tons of maids, Adam! And for your information, I didn't wear the clothes you bought me because it's all dresses and tight-cropped tops!"

Only a predator remained. "This is the chair where your father sits to rule his world, Bella," Dominic growled. His voice was like a saw cutting through wood. "Tonight, I am going to rule you in it. I am going to turn this office into a house of sin." He walked over to the desk and swept everything off it. Gold pens, crystal ash trays, and millions of dollars in contracts hit the floor. Crash! Clatter! He didn't care. He sat down in the big red leather chair and pulled me onto his lap.

"We both saw how you just reacted. You might be a late starter, but you're as turned on as we are by this. You're not a virgin now. You can release your inner whore, and enjoy being fucked by two guys at once." He's no longer presenting himself to her. Instead, controlling her with a hand fisted into her hair, he guides her mouth over his shaft. "Lick me clean." It's not a request. He's sounding much more like the Dom he is, and seeing her reaction to the pair of us, I'm not going to try to stop him. His cock still coated in her own juices, Charlotte draws her tongue over the length, lapping at the head and sucking at the drop of pre-cum at the tip. To my surprise, she even slips her tongue

“Drugo Hawthorne. Remember it only if you must.” The name struck something familiar. She had heard it whispered among the other employees—stories about the man who owned half the companies in the city. Cold. Impossibly rich. Untouchable. And here he was, close enough that she could see the flecks of gray in his eyes. “Do you always speak this way to janitors, Sir?” she asked softly. That made him pause. “You’re braver than you look.” “I’m just tired,” she said. “People don’t scare me anymore.”