Dominatrix Erotica Novels & Stories

I could almost feel his fingers between my legs again, the way he had touched me through my panties earlier and then pulled away, denying me the release I had wanted so badly. I typed back, my fingers moving before I could stop myself. Me: Maybe. But you stopped. So now I’m here in my bed, still sore, still wet, and still thinking about it. Thanks for that. The reply came almost immediately. Dom: You’re welcome. And if you keep pushing me like you did tonight, next time I won’t stop. Next time I’ll bend you over and spank that ass until it’s red and hot, just like I did tonight. But I won’t stop there. I’ll cuff your wrists, spread you open, and edge you with my fingers and my mouth until yo

Her eyes were dark—hungry. “Bedroom,” she whispered. He stood—cock bobbing, shorts forgotten. They stumbled through the partition—into the master bed where Viktor had slept last night. She pushed him down—straddled him—dress hiked to her waist. Her bare pussy pressed against his shaft—hot, dripping. She ground slowly torturous—clit dragging along his length. Dominic’s hands roamed—cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples through the cotton. She moaned—head falling back.

She produced a small whip from the nightstand and proceeded to smack my ass with it as I rocked back and fourth. "Faster! Fuck me faster you little bitch," she yelled. I was desperate to please her so I rocked as hard as I could, ramming the two headed toy into both of our throbbing cunts. As Amanda whipped me for her pleasure, I looked up at Paul who was staring down at us with unquestioned lust. The nubile young slut on her hands and knees with a dildo sticking out of her pussy getting ridden by the enthusiastic dominatrix. Whenever I would look down, Amanda would grab my hair and pull my head back to make eye contact with Paul as she yelled "Look at him bitch."

”I want… gaaahhhh… to p-pleasure you… ummffff… even more…” “And why do you want to do that rich boy? Why do you want to please me?” As she asks her questions, she starts beating his long weeping dick and licking his bare chest at the same time. The athletic but helpless sub starts to growl and groan in response. A few seconds later, the dominatrix clamps her thick luscious lips on his left breast, viciously sucking one of his hardened nubs... He yells again and arches against the chains that are binding his naked sweaty body to both the dungeon's ceiling and floor. ”Answer me slave or I’ll bite off your overly sensitive nipple and feed it to you,” she slowly murmurs into his sweaty tanned sk

You’re so good to me,’ he whined. ‘Too good, I agree,’ she snarled, and caught him a hard slap on his dimpled arse that made drops of pre-come juice dribble from his cock. ‘Go away! Get out of my sight, you useless, ugly object.’ ‘Humiliation. Lesson number one in being a dominatrix,’ Armina murmured to Karen. ‘Would you like to try? Does it appeal? I’ll admit it floats my boat. Men are such bastards, it’s fun to torment them, even though one knows they’re enjoying it.’

I was losing my mind beneath her, moaning continuously like a desperate bitch, tears of overwhelming pleasure and love streaming down my face. "You are going to cum when I do," she commanded breathlessly. "No earlier. Understand?" "Yes, ma’am! I will wait for you. I exist for your pleasure." Teyana fucked herself on me brutally, her body slamming down again and again. Her moans grew deeper and more commanding. I could feel her pussy starting to flutter and clench around my cock. My own orgasm was building dangerously fast, but I held back with everything I had, whimpering and moaning helplessly under her dominant rhythm.

“My pristine wife, on her knees for my whore.” Victoria didn’t stop. She lapped at me, her fingers joining her tongue, pushing inside, curling. The orgasm built fast, a tidal wave fueled by humiliation, voyeurism, and pure, unadulterated pleasure. “Victoria, I’m going to—” I choked out. She looked up, her chin wet, her eyes holding mine. “Come for me, Claire.” The command, in her cool, refined voice, shattered me. My climax ripped through me, violent and shuddering. I screamed, my body convulsing under her mouth.

Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

The woman was getting her pussy impaled by this scaly-balled animal from another dimension, but she could not deny the pleasure he was given her, and her screams testified this, as she reached down to rub her own clitty. Whilst viewing this amazing scene, Dorian’s mind wondered, and he thought about his own sexual fantasies. If he was being totally honest, he’d never really been into kinky sex, or dominant or submissive stuff, or even voyeurism.

The broad dom pulled her hair back sharply, arching her neck to display the tears streaking her face glistening tracks of mascara that only heightened her debauched beauty. "Look at her cry for cock," he taunted loudly, voice booming over the murmurs, his free hand delivering a fresh barrage of spanks to her already throbbing ass cheeks. Each impact landed with a meaty crack, the pain radiating like liquid fire through her core, making her sob out "Yes, punish your exhibition slut!" even as fresh tears welled. The lean dom, still buried in her ass, reached for another candle, tilting it carefully to let molten wax cascade directly onto her exposed clit tiny, precise drops that sizzled on the