Dominatrix Erotica Novels & Stories

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

“She’s dripping for us.” Tyler reached under me and pinched my clit lightly, rolling it between his fingers. I whimpered loudly, legs shaking as pleasure shot through me. “Such a greedy little thing,” Kai said, slapping my ass again. “Taking four cocks at once and still wanting more.” They kept me like that for long minutes — my mouth full, hands busy stroking two others, ass stinging from repeated light spanks, and fingers teasing my clit and pussy relentlessly. I was moaning and whimpering nonstop, saliva dripping down my chin, tears of pleasure gathering in my eyes from the overwhelming sensations.

His dreams were haunted by vivid, tormenting visions. In his dreams, he saw Peyton and Ava as he had observed them through the camera, making love in the shower. They were happy, completely absorbed in each other, oblivious to his existence. The dream twisted, morphing into a nightmarish version where Peyton and Ava began to taunt him, their loving gestures turning into cruel mockery. As they continued their intimate embrace, they hurled words of scorn and derision at him, echoing the harsh comments of the dominatrixes from his sessions.

Gallagher to see if he’d be interested in being interviewed by Ashley and he’d sent her an e-mail agreeing to the interview and setting the time. “Domination?” The word, even coming casually from his lips, sent her insides quivering. He was a Dominant. Dom, for short. He commanded women to do as he bid. They became his sex slaves, doing whatever he wanted them to do. Her breath caught and she felt her insides melting. What would it be like to be controlled by him? For him to tell her to strip off her clothes, then get down on her knees in front of him and ...

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. The client touched him anywhere and everywhere, lips still entangled as their tongues battled for dominance, exploring their mouths. Jace’s fingers tugged gently at his client’s brown hair that seemed wet as though he’d just had a shower, a faint hint of shampoo in it. Jace’s back arched with pleasure as his client found his way into his shirt, twisting and pinching his nipples gently, and the friction produced by his calloused fingers were just right, fueling the sensation as Jace’s eyes rolled back.

Once he seemed to have made his point, he pulled away to my disdain but ensured to keep his lips rested upon mine, his eyes now also seeming to hold desire as he looked down at me and from the look in my eyes annoyed that he’d indeed broke us from the moment, a wink sent my way. “You may have once had the opportunity to enter entrances only my eyes and body should know, but now my beautiful, sexy and innocently sweet mate is within my arms and one day soon, will bare my mark, her memories of the fruitless, restrictive nights you may have shared will be washed from her memory. Any remanence of you or any other person, inside and out of her delicious body will soon be disposed of and replaced

“Everyone watching while I devour this sweet cunt.” I moaned, rocking against his hand. The visual combined with his skilled fingers had me dripping. Through the glass, the woman came hard, shaking in her bonds. Her Dom stood, freed his cock, and thrust into her in one powerful stroke. The raw fucking that followed—her bound body jolting with each impact—made me clench around Damien’s fingers. He added a third finger, stretching me. “You’re soaked. Does watching turn you on, little submissive?” “Yes, Sir,” I gasped. My hips moved shamelessly, chasing the pleasure. He pinched my nipple through the lace, rolling it sharply. The mix of sensations—his fingers fucking me, the erotic display befor

"And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?" Chad rounded the table in two long strides, pulling her to her feet and crushing her against his chest. "You'll just have to wait and see," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "But I promise you one thing - by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll forget all about Karen and every other demon plaguing your mind. I'll fill you up with so much pleasure and adoration that you'll be drunk on it for days." Cassandra shivered, desire and anticipation thrumming through her veins like wildfire. "Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, tilting her head back in blatant invitation.

Her dancing eyes found mine. She knew she had me under her control. I was always a man of power, authority, and decisiveness. I never submitted or succumbed to anyone. But I wanted to see what Arena would do with her newfound autonomy. "I didn't know you were a dominatrix," I joked, but the term didn't seem to register with her. I guess if she did watch porn, it wasn't that kind of porn. "Shh," she hushed me, working her lips back around my tip again.

a tall blonde wearing head-to-toe shiny black leather said. I froze, gawking at her. The amount didn't shock me so much as being bought by another woman. A dominatrix, who would spend more time spanking me than anything. Would a dominatrix even bother to pop my cherry? And did it count if popped with a dildo or a woman's fingers? "Five thousand fifty," a tall black man said.