Dominating The Dominatrix By Tatienne Richard Novels & Stories

Immediately she was out of sight, Anita started acting like the bi**ch she is, a sex addict who can't get enough of cock. She buried her hands under the chair and grabbed his cock, making a light moan escape his lips. "What are you doing? This is a restaurant, someone might see us, your sister might come back anytime." He said nervous. "Relax, who cares about them, and my sister wouldn't find out, unless you tell her." She responded, still rubbing his cock like she was creaming it. "You need to stop, I'm getting along with your sister just fine." He said, and dragged her hands out of his trouser.

she says. I lower my hands so I can cup her breasts. “Yes, you are.” She arches her back, sucking her bottom lip as I play with her nipples, still moving slowly, then takes my hands in hers, interlacing our fingers. “I like being in control,” she says. “I think I might be a dominatrix.” “Yeah, I don’t think so.” I pull her hands over my head, bringing her breasts in line with my face, and fasten a mouth onto her nipple.

I asked out of anger. "Tatiana and I'm Nicholas submissive and he's my dominant if you understand what I'm saying. Our contract isn't over so I'm back, for good this time." The idiot lady said. If she thinks she could walk up and take my Nicholas away from me, she's dreaming.

"And you feel too many of the wrong things. Rage. Resentment. Jealousy. When's the last time you felt something that wasn't poison?" Richard threw his drink in Dominic's face. Everything happened fast. Dominic lunged across the table. His fist connected with Richard's jaw. Richard went down, taking a chair with him. The young date screamed. Margot shouted for security. Elena grabbed Dominic's arm before he could hit Richard again. "Stop," she said. "He's not worth it." Dominic was shaking. His knuckles were bleeding. The expensive suit was covered in whiskey. Richard was laughing from the floor. "There he is. Victoria's perfect heir. Similar to his grandmother, he maintains complete control

He nodded. "Then let’s see how well you take orders." I stood, circling him once more, taking my time. His breathing hitched slightly when my fingertips skimmed over his back, tracing the ridges of his muscles. "You will do everything I say without hesitation," I murmured. "You will obey me completely." "Yes, Dom." I moved closer, my breath wafting against his ear. "And you will never forget who holds the power between us. Do you understand?" "Yes, Dom," he said again, his voice rough. Satisfaction curled in my chest.

“Open that pretty mouth, sweetheart. Show Daddy how good you can be.” I do. I take him deep, gagging as he hits the back of my throat, while Jake pushes back into my soaked cunt from behind. They find a rhythm immediately. Richard fucking my face with slow, dominant thrusts, Jake pounding my pussy hard and fast. Different but perfect. Jake’s rough and eager, slapping my ass, calling me “good girl” between grunts. Richard is pure Dom—fisting my hair, choking me lightly on his cock, degrading me in that deep voice. “Such a pathetic little housewife. Taking family cock like you were born for it. Your husband knows you’re this much of a cumdump?” He pulls out of my mouth, strings of spit connect

His pink lips were parted and his eyes were low as he stared down at me. He leaned forward, grabbing both my wrists in one hand and pinning them above my head. I looked at him in confusion but he started rubbing my clit with the other hand and that's when I realised why he was holding me down. My entire body jerked as I desperately tried to thrash out his hold so I could move his fingers away from me. It felt too good. "Bitch!" I hissed out before I could catch it. Dominic stopped. "What did you just call me?" He growled at me.

She kneels with an enticing blend of vulnerability and strength, each curve of her body poised to invite. With an alluring gaze that radiates both confidence and anticipation, she waits for my commands, embodying the thrill of the moment. If only she realized that tonight, I seek merely to blow off steam and escape the haunting memories of Shelly, even if just for a fleeting night. This is precisely why I cannot bring Shelly into this world of shadows with me. I am a Dom—a dominant partner in the intricate dance of BDSM, where power exchange is not just a game, but a carefully crafted experience. The Dom takes charge, guiding the actions within this realm, always ensuring safety and consent.

How could he see right through me so easily? "Are you calling me a liar?" Bennett asked, his voice unexpectedly sharp. I started and glanced at him. "Bennett?" I asked softly. His muscles were tense under my fingers and he was glaring at Ellis, now. "Several years ago, Miss Richardson divulged to me one of her deepest desires. To own a piece of jewelry from the designer line La Coccinelle d'Amour by Edouard Canet," Ellis drawled. He set the broken rose aside.