Dominatrix Erotica Novels & Stories

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.

"Oh god, you feel so good. So fucking good." He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing and circling, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Come for me, Emma," Damien commanded, his voice a low growl. "Come all over my cock." I keened, my body convulsing as I rode the wave of pleasure, my orgasm crashing over me in a rush of sensation. Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess on the desk.

"FUCK ME LIKE A BOSS! CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!" Dominic was going crazy. He was talking dirty, calling me his "little office slut" and his "forbidden gift." The words made my blood boil. I felt like a wild animal. I started to bounce on him, my hair flying in my face, my moans turning into raw, animalistic growls. "TELL ME!" he roared, his hands digging into my thighs until his fingerprints stayed behind. "WHO IS THE MASTER OF THIS HOUSE TONIGHT?" "YOU! YOU ARE!" I yelled. "FUCK ME HARDER, DOMINIC! DESTROY ME!"

God… my father’s brother was making me come. My back bowed as my entire body shuddered with an orgasm that had me seeing God, when I knew it was the devil I would be greeting after this. I could feel how wet I was, juices squirting out of me and making a humiliating mess on my inner thighs and sliding down my legs. When the climax ended, I sagged against the granite, unable to catch my breath and gather my self-control. “Look at me,” Damien demanded. I forced myself to look over my shoulder and watched Damien lift his pussy-slickened fingers up, showing me how wet I made them. He sucked them clean, dragging his tongue over the length of those digits, his gaze focused on mine the entire time.

“It was a fetish club then. Nobody actually beat you?” “Oh, I had a guy who liked to spank and I worked with him a few times but I didn’t like it so I stuck with the weird fetish guys. Dimi did the books. Darya is the dominatrix of us all. She could flog a man within an inch of his life and still make him orgasm.” “You know, when you told me BDSM club, I thought you were fucking with me but you meant it!” “I absolutely meant it.” She snickered as he growled at her. “What?”