Dominatrix Erotica Novels & Stories

"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!"

I ran my thumb over her clit and fucked her with my fingers. “Daddy,” Victoria cried out. “I’m so close.” I scissored my fingers inside her soaked pussy while I ate her anus out. Fuck yeah.

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

My heart is pounding with each step and when I open my bedroom door, the bedroom we planed to be our love nest when we got married, Fred was on fours on the bed, fucking a big breasted blondie, while a huge black woman, all dressed in leather, had a dildo up his anus. Stop this derailed train that I want to get down! Fred tries to cover himself in bed and the dominatrix complains with him, kicking his ass with her hight heel shoe. “What the fuck, man? You paid a lot for both, you didn’t say anything about fucking this girl, you either pay more or I’m out.” Fred sits on the bed and raises his hands to his head, as if he didn’t believe he was caught red handed, trying to explain the inexplicab

The way that her hands caressed the crop and flogger as she pulled them out of the bag made me think that she may not have the same preferences as Tim. She wasn’t letting up on the dominatrix character, and the longer she remained in it, the more I realized that it wasn’t all just an act for a p**n video. She was going to dominate me, and the thought of my first time with another woman scared me more than a little.

She’s massive and she’s giving me every single fucking inch of that long, hard cock. Leaning forward so her boobs brush against my back, she lunges deep inside of me, pushing me several inches up the bed and holding herself there. She grips my nape in a choke hold and brings her lips to my ear. “Are you still mad at me for eating your pussy earlier today?” She’s so deep inside me, all I can focus on is the stretch and pleasure-pain. I shake my head, unable to form words, sweat beading on my forehead. “Good girl,” she croons, the perfect dominatrix. “I should punish you for giving me an attitude, shouldn’t I?” She bites my earlobe, swirling her tongue on the spot she bit. “For making me beg.

She grabbed a strap-on from the table, a thick black dildo and buckled it around her hips. “On all fours,” she commanded. The man obeyed fast. Nadia knelt behind him, spat on the dildo, and pushed it into his ass in one slow thrust. He moaned loud. She started fucking him, hard and steady, one hand reaching around to stroke his cock. “You like that?” she asked. “Getting your ass fucked while I jerk you off?” “Yes, fuck, yes,” the man gasped. Mateo was breathing hard, precum leaking into his underwear. He watched Nadia pound the man, her ass flexing with every thrust, her tits swinging. She twisted her hand around the guy’s cock until he came all over the floor, shaking and begging.

I poured myself a glass of wine and sank onto the couch, my feet tucked beneath me. My phone buzzed on the coffee table. I glanced at it, then picked it up. A new client request. The name was Mark. No last name, just Mark. The message was short. I'm looking for a dominatrix who knows what she's doing. I've been told you're the best. I'm not looking for a scene. I'm looking for someone who can take me apart and put me back together. If that's something you offer, I'd like to book a session.

Thick fingers part my folds, and I moan around his cock as they circle my clit, slow and deliberate. "She’s soaked," a second voice rumbles, unfamiliar but no less commanding. "Fuck, Dom. You’ve barely touched her." Dominic’s chuckle vibrates through his shaft. "She knows what she’s here for." The fingers retreat, only to return with a sharp slap against my swollen clit. Pain blooms, white-hot, and I scream around his cock, my back arching. The sound pulls a groan from Dominic’s chest. "Again," he orders. Another slap. Then another. My vision blurs. My cunt clenches around nothing, desperate, needy. I’m going to come. I’m going to—