Dominatrix Erotica Novels & Stories

Clara was broken, mind blank and body on fire. Another orgasm splashed through her and she sobbed the words. “I accept it… I’m yours… breed me… keep me here forever…” Damon roared and came, flooding her womb with the biggest load yet. He stayed buried deep, grinding, making sure it stayed inside. Then he collapsed on top of her, cock still twitching in her ruined cunt. “Good girl,” he whispered, kissing her neck. “My perfect little captive. You’re never going back out there, this penthouse is your world and myy cock is your god and you shall serve it. ”

46. I like to dominate cute goth girls like you. I like to treat entertainers like the sluts and whores I’m paying you to be. I want to make you gag on my cock and stretch you with toys until your pussy is used up and dripping, juicy. I want anal play, deep and hard, and I want to slap your ass while I’m doing it. Another thing, high on my list, is that I want to punish those lovely big tits of yours. And all the while, I want you to be a good little girl and call me Sir.

“Damn woman, I would like anything you do to me. You carry on treating me how you want to. I am yours Roxy and I always will be. If you want to spank me go right ahead. If you want me to buy you a whip so you can whip me and treat me like your own persona sex slave, I will buy you a whip.” She bites her lower lip. “Now, I like the idea of you being my sex slave. I want a nice whip one with diamonds and all black faux leather.” I throw my head back and laugh. “I suppose you want the whole dominatrix outfit to go with it too.” She licks the top of my crown. My boxers now mid-thigh. Her hand cups my balls and I swear to God, I am about to jizz all over her face and tits. “I do like the idea of

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."

The owner of that voice, a woman, radiated a cold authority mixed with a hint of evident delight at our discomfort. The moment they ripped off my gag and blindfold, my eyes, burning and slow to adjust, locked onto the figure before us. She was everything you picture as a female dominatrix personified, decked out in leather and lace. She was the very image of dominance and control, almost like she stepped out of every BDSM dominance, fucked up movie ever made.

"Name, Eriantha. Tell the fucking name." She was aroused beyond control, by my venereal assaults, Eriantha was probably so lost in her reverie that she is unaware of the things her deceptive body was making her do. It's me who can make her feel this way,only me, those lustful moan, that amorous gaze, it's mine, all mine alone. She was rolling her hips deeper, grinding me as she was trying to ride on my finger, I was amazed by how my little vixen was trying to dominate me.

There was something so…hot about the fact that I was limiting the way she was breathing. The way her pussy fluttered around me? Told me everything I needed to know. She loved this. She fucking liked being dominated and used like this. Fuck. When I angled my hips and hit a deep spot inside her, she screamed and her body began to thrash about, trying to break free from my grip. Her legs kicked out weakly, her hands scratching at my arm around her throat. A muffled scream escaped from behind my hand, her eyes squeezed shut in desperation.

he murmured. I held my breath, his scrutiny unnerving. He stepped closer, so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek. “Tell me, Miss Carter…” His fingers brushed against the strap of my bra, sending a shiver down my spine. “Have you ever been dominated before?” My lips parted, but no sound came out. His hand trailed down my arm, slow and deliberate, before he leaned in, his mouth grazing my ear. “By the time this weekend is over, you won’t just know what it means to submit.”

Valentina cupped her tits and whispered “Fuck us, punish us choke us fuck our throats like last time” Sofia bent over the desk legs spread open so he could see her pussy lips twitching through the lace “Oh fuck Master you locked the door this is gonna be so much fun” Dominic stepped forward They expected his cock. His fingers. His voice ordering them onto the desk onto their knees into his lap But what they didn’t know Was he didn’t lock the door to fuck them He locked it to teach them

She’s wearing black lingerie, tiny lace that barely covers anything, the dark straps hugging her curves, pushing her breasts up and making her look like like a goddess sent solely to ruin my self-control. Hell… she looks like a fucking sexy, dangerous dominatrix. My cock instantly hardens, straining painfully against my pants as heat floods my entire body. All the memories from last night come rushing back, and now this? I close the door behind me with a slow click, my eyes devouring every inch of her. “You’re supposed to be resting, baby girl,” I say, my voice hoarse, already filled with lust. “But instead you’re laid out here looking like you want to ruin me.”