Novel & Cerita Domination And Submission Romance

I can't! “Ah, good. I thought I'd heard otherwise.” I kiss him and he kisses back harder, my fingers gripping his shoulders. Dom lifts me up, just enough to get his cock into me and I slide onto his member, feeling it fill me. My belly contracts, I rub and roll. With each thrust, I expand. The movement is firm, deep and precise, knowing exactly how I like it. Dominique holds me from behind so that there is no space between us. I gasp as I feel a slight twinge of pain. But it doesn't matter, because any touch from Dom gives me an uncontrollable warm feeling that I ignore. And his heavy gaze is mesmerizing, leaving me wet, trembling and wanting more. The electricity that surrounds us sends shi

And then, he made me yearn for his deep, dominant strokes. I submitted so naturally to him. My inner wolf completely gave up, replaced by the deep urge to be his vessel, to let his virile alpha strength claim my body. He possessed me completely, and I loved every moment of being filled by his thick length, being pounded into like a prize breeding wolf. His total domination stimulated my brain. I wanted everything his dark whispers promised, and he delivered on every single claim. His skills in the royal suite are insane. I would never have known if he hadn't taken me last night.

Chris was in the middle of a spit-roast, Zane’s dick buried balls-deep in his ass while he sucked off two more at once, gagging happily. Brock fucked me like he owned me. Of course, he did. With long strokes pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in so his balls slapped my taint. Every hit to my prostate made me leak more. “Yes—right there! Don’t stop, I’m your hole, use me!” He slapped my ass hard, leaving red prints. “Greedy little bitch. You love being dominated, don’t you?” “I do! More—give me more cock!” I begged, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

He ignored her egotistical demeanor and returned his gaze to the document to continue reading her carefully printed terms. He frowned as he read the next rule which was the last one on the list - “There is no reason or need for commitment of fidelity because this is just a make-belief relationship with no real attachments.” He spared her another glance and she continued staring at him with haughty eyes. His hazel eyes which were getting dark with disapproval left hers and returned to continue reading – “…This means that we can both bring in our partners whenever we want.” Dominic shook his head at her. “This cannot happen.” He said. “I say no to this.” He added firmly. “You cannot bring in a

What if someone comes in? Locking the door, she lowered the dim lights. 'No one is coming. Now, you're mine.' She climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest, her thighs warm over my trousers. Slowly, she began unbuttoning her shirt, her gorgeous breasts slipping out—no bra. Dark, erect nipples. 'Look at you, all tied up and hard for me.' She reached back and grabbed my cock, I moaned and bucked my hips. 'Please...'

As the pressure of his body left her, she managed to crawl from beneath him and was almost on her feet when he again clamped his arms around her and pinned her to the ground. --- Harder than he’d ever been in his life, Dominic tore her jeans from her body and then gripped her arms, locking them behind her back and trapping them there with one hand. He curled his other arm around her waist and pulled her ass in the air. “God, you’ve no idea how hot you look right now. Completely submissive.” Without any preamble, he plunged two fingers inside her. “You’re so wet for me. See, baby, your body knows it belongs to me.”

Please read the following carefully; - Strong language - Explicit sexual content - BDSM and power dynamics - Taboo relationships - Emotional abuse - Violence - Manipulation and coercion - Obsessive behavior - Betrayal / Revenge This is a dark erotic romance. Love here is messy, complicated, and comes at a cost darling. Please take care of yourself while reading and know it is okay to step away if anything becomes too overwhelming and of course, overstimulating. Take a step away, breathe, and come back when you are ready. Or you can choose not to come back at all. Your mental health and comfort matter infinitely more than any chapter I have written.

The red heels made her legs look longer and more dangerous. Elara climbed onto the bed slowly. She straddled his waist, her heels digging into the mattress on either side of his hips. “If I do this, you don’t get to touch me. You don’t get to control anything. Understand?” Dante nodded. “I understand. I want you in control.” She moved back until she knelt between his spread legs. Her red stiletto hovered over his cock again. The sharp heel pointed directly at the soft shaft. “Tell me if it’s too much,” she said, voice shaking.

Not tonight. The second DOM, a man with a scar running down the side of his face, had his submissive bent over the arm of a leather sofa. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. He ran his hand over her ass, caressing it almost tenderly before raising his arm and bringing his hand down in a sharp smack that echoed through the room. The submissive gasped, but her sound of pain was quickly drowned out by the DOM’s low, approving growl. He spread her legs wider, positioning himself behind her as he roughly entered her, thrusting with a primal intensity that made her cry out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa for support.

Then he suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and threw my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half completely — breeding press position. He slammed back inside me, going so deep I could legit feel him in my stomach. “Fuck— Alessandro!” I cried out, my eyes rolling back. He fucked me like he wanted to breed me, deep, powerful strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. His heavy balls slapped against my ass as he stared straight into my eyes. “I’m going to keep this pussy filled with my cum every single night,” he growled, pounding me mercilessly. “You’re going to be addicted to my cock. Addicted to being bred like a good little wife. You want that?”