Dominating The Dominatrix By Tatienne Richard Novels & Stories

she said, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her finger, “I seriously doubt you ever satisfied her. Pattie was personally trained by Mr. King — the owner of this entire place.” She said his name like it was holy. “And trust me… when it comes to sex, Mr. King is on another level. Once he’s inside you, you never want to leave. He fucks you completely senseless.” She nodded to herself, eyes half-lidded with memory. The name hit me like ice water. King. The same last name as the man Claire had been sneaking around with. My pulse hammered in my ears. I snapped my gaze to her. “Excuse me,” I said, voice dangerously low. “Your boss — the owner, is his name Liam King?”

It's the second time I've felt the urge to kiss her and I swear she feels it too, but I need to get up early and this is the best way to get to my safe room. " I don't like it, I'm going to bed, I need to get up early." " Aren't you going to finish?" She looks at me with that cute little face like a puppy that's fallen over, but I have to be strong. I'm a BDSM dominatrix. The first rule of a dominatrix is to dominate yourself. Who am I if I give in to the temptation to do the wrong thing? She said no sex and I'm true to my word. I stand up quickly.

I asked with worry evident in my tone, I watched him take a slow intake, “I...I’m into BDSM,” he said, making me blink in confusion, I didn’t know what to say or react, he noticed my confusion, “I’m a dominant, Clarissa!” he said, when my mind screamed what the word meant, it made me realize what he was… my eyes widened in shock, Oh my god! Author’s note:- Hello guys, please let me know your thought’s in the comments section do like the book and follow me. Love you all, Thank you,

“No. We have an open relationship.” I dried my hands, and as I turned to leave, she said, “Richard and I clashed because of sex.” She had me now. Curiosity got the better of me. Bolman had said he was available. “Is he gay?” “No, I’m a dominant. So is he.” I felt the question written all over my face. “Dominant?” “I’m a dominatrix by profession,” she said. “You are?” My mind raced. Whitney and Richard were both dominant?

An Erotica Collection Isabella's POV Richard came into our lives like a thunderstorm unexpected, and impossible to ignore. He was the man who married my mom 3 years after my father's death. He was too beautiful for a man. Broad shoulders, chiseled abs, a tattooed body, and a perfect jaw not only that, but he was huge down below. I told myself I hated him, but the truth was darker. I felt something I shouldn’t have from the first moment his eyes met mine, something dangerous and magnetic. Now, every time I hear his voice in the house, every time his cologne lingers in the hallway, I remember the messages from my secret online Dom, the man who made me confess my every hidden desire. And I can’

"You were trying to seduce me when you came last time, weren't you?" "Yes, Mistress. Master possesses a device called a Slave Trainer. It keeps slaves aroused without allowing them to climax. I would be allowed two orgasms by sucking him off if I were able to get you to allow me to pleasure you, and unlimited orgasms without restriction if I could get you to return my favors." "The other slave must do the same thing today?" "Yes, Mistress." "Do you like women? Had you done anything like this before?" "You were only the second woman I'd ever done that for. The dominatrix who Master used to teach me was the first woman I'd been with. I prefer men. Master is more comfortable if I'm with women s

Isabella's magnanimous withdrawal should have solved all my problems. Instead, it made me want to drag her back to my office and remind her exactly how she'd trembled under my commands just yesterday. I wanted to make her remember the way her body had responded to my voice, the way she'd gasped and arched beneath my instructions, the way she'd completely surrendered to my will despite her fears. You belong to me, I wanted to tell her. You don't get to decide when you want me and when you don't. The urge to assert my dominance, to claim what was mine by right of arrangement and conquest, burned through me with startling intensity. Every instinct I possessed screamed that Isabella Cohen was tr

I'm waiting for her to come out. She steps out, towel wrapped around her chest, water dripping down her collarbone. Her legs, long and graceful, trail seductively toward me. My breath hitches as she climbs onto the bed, crawling up my thighs. My lips part to protest, but she shuts me up with a single finger. One minute, she's straddling me. My hands are cuffed to the bedpost. She's like a damn sexy dominatrix. The next... She draws out a knife from beneath the towel.

“It was a fetish club then. Nobody actually beat you?” “Oh, I had a guy who liked to spank and I worked with him a few times but I didn’t like it so I stuck with the weird fetish guys. Dimi did the books. Darya is the dominatrix of us all. She could flog a man within an inch of his life and still make him orgasm.” “You know, when you told me BDSM club, I thought you were fucking with me but you meant it!” “I absolutely meant it.” She snickered as he growled at her. “What?”

Devon privately thought that Dominique was a step away from the very top, and her words carried a great deal of weight. Devon glanced at the rest of the screens while Slave R was licking Dominique's cunt and arousing her to a state of shuddering pleasure. Jeannette was working with a new slave in the oral arts room. Doing what she was told to, she was helping the new slave perfect technique at the earliest stations, laying the groundwork for the more advanced techniques.