Dominik Mysterio Nude Novels & Stories

One of the first things Dominic was going to try to teach her was to control and interpret her dreams. “Open your eyes, Leesa,” Dominic said. Leesa opened her eyes and found Dominic sitting on her desk chair, watching her closely. His blue eyes were so pale they appeared almost gray. In his dark green button shirt and plain khaki pants, he certainly didn’t look like any kind of wizard she had ever imagined. Instead, he looked like he could have been the dad of any of the kids in her dorm. She knew his ordinary appearance was by design—Dominic had been hiding from his renegade brethren for more than a hundred years.

Sofia stepped closer her fingers still teasing her cunt as she whispered “We’ve been so good Master we kept her warm for you last night you should’ve seen he” . Well they were referring to their pussies. Dominic dragged hard from the cigar Slow Then crushed it in the ashtray. Then he stood And let the robe fall Naked Towering A fucking god carved in rage Tattoos wrapped across his chest and arms black ink curling around scars from bullets, knives, chains his body a weapon his cock thick hard and already veined with need

The steaming water of the bath splashed over the stone lips of the deep tub as Dominic moved with a sudden, devastating fluid grace. Rising from the depths of the sunken basin, he stood fully naked, his towering, heavily scarred, and muscular frame glistening with droplets of warm water. The dried blood of his enemies had been entirely washed away, leaving only the raw, intimidating power of the Alpha King. Before Rosalie could even catch her breath or scramble to the opposite side of the bath, Dominic leaned down. With effortless strength, he slid one massive arm beneath her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her out of the water in a smooth, sweeping motion, making her gasp.

Wild and Free. "Now that you know my story, or the gist of it, why don't you continue about your man?" My hands twirled in my lap again before I blurted it out. "Dominick works in the adult film industry. He was the top porn star for XXX Studios for years, but now he's branching out to start his own studio. That's why he's not here right now." She leaned back in her chair and studied me, but her gaze made me uncomfortable as I shifted in my seat. What the hell was she thinking? Not knowing was driving me mad.

The First Session Cassandra entered the dimly lit room with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. She had arranged this meeting with Chad, a professional Dominant, in secret, determined to explore her deepest fantasies at last. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she saw him sitting in a high-backed chair, his tall, muscular frame outlined against the shadows. He regarded her coolly, appraisingly. "Good evening, Cassandra," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. "You're punctual. I like that."

Carlos realized a group of women were staring closely at Dominik. “Dam, bro! Looking like that, you're a total specimen for the ladies.” Blond like the sun, with light blue eyes, arms that rubbed the inside of the sleeves of the white shirt he was wearing, muscular thighs that showed through the black slacks he had on and almost 2 meters in height that helped little to none at blending in crowds. Dom turned around and noticed the women, too. “Either that, or they recognized me.” “But, of course. Middle eastern women, Big fans of soccer.”

He backed up a few steps and turned around, so his back was to me. I did what he said and found myself crouching down next to the bag he left completely naked. I grabbed the bag and found a t-shirt and some boxers inside. I grabbed them and dressed quickly. The shirt was huge on me, and if I were to guess, I would say it was one of Dominic’s, mainly because it smelled just like him. Which led me to believe the boxers were his as well. I had to roll them up a bit so they would stay up. When I was done, I couldn’t help but take in the sight in front of me. Dominic stood in front of me only in shorts. He had so many muscles he looked like a Greek god. I wanted to sketch him so bad.

The yacht sways ever so slightly, and I don't hear any strange noises coming from outside. Thank goodness. Ignazio hasn't found me yet. Dominico is still on the couch, sitting alone and... What the heck? The guy's half-naked? When did he take his clothes off? Where did he put them? I stand still and open-mouthed beside the bed, my insides already in knots. But maybe this is normal for him? Sleeping in his underwear... And to be fair, his dark boxers still hide enough of his private parts and a few inches of his muscular thighs.

Dominik says to the doctor and nurse, already unbuckling his belt. My feet feel rooted to the floor, but he doesn’t seem to care. He pushes his pants and boxers to his ankles, allowing his straining cock to bob against his stomach. The large veins are prominent and saliva floods my mouth when my eyes settle on his red, throbbing crown. A pearly drop of pre-cum is already winking at me invitingly. Dominik sets the container on the desk and leans back against it. “Get to work, Mrs. Grimaldi.”

No one unless they wanted to die already. The inside was dark and silent, which surprised me. I creased my forehead as I glanced at the empty bed, wondering where he possibly went. It was already night time so he should have been here inside. Besides, his smell was still all over the place so I was confident he didn’t go out. And I was right. When I turned to the side, I saw Dominic, staring at me, naked. His hair was dripping wet, with drops of water streaming down his broad chest and chiseled abs. His perfect silhouette was enhanced by the light of the moon, making him glow in full awesomeness.