Dominik Mysterio Nude Novels & Stories

In the first room, a leather-clad Domme cracked a whip toward a male submissive who was bent over and restrained in old-fashioned stocks. Scott glanced at Jade, who kept her eyes downcast. With a hand on the small of her back, he continued forward to the next room. There, a bare-chested Master Dominant in leather pants was just fastening a nude female slave, spread eagle, to a St. Andrews Cross.

My eyes widened in absolute bewilderment when I spotted Dominic standing right at the base of my stairs, casually executing a deep, exaggerated stretch. "Why on earth... Why are you dressed like that?" I asked, pointing a confused finger at his vibrant outfit. He was sporting a brilliant neon green sleeveless shirt paired with simple black shorts, athletic sneakers, and a bright pink sweatband wrapped snugly around his forehead. "Ah, this outfit? There's actually a community Zumba session happening over at the covered court today. Lola Aida really wanted to join in, so I promised I'd accompany her," he explained easily, transitioning into another dramatic stretch right there on the dirt path

With his stare pinned on me, Dominic worked quickly to divested himself of his jeans and shirt. It wasn’t the first time that I saw Dominic in his naked form, but each time was perfect than the last. It was shameful, appalling even, that I was so embarrassingly attracted to him. My gaze gradually swept over the lean muscles, the boxed abdominal structure, and then onto his hard dick. The sight was enough to make my throat dry and render me speechless. Rage and desire burned blue in his eyes in equal measure, and I knew, he wanted to hate me as he fucked me. I wanted to do the same.

She said as she went to stand in front of the mirror, Dominco who had noticed her presence since didn't say anything much as he kept struggling to cum,he couldn't look at her or else his animal instincts would tell him why Nora was the best person for his dick and not him,he really Needed to get out of the house fast,he was lucky his pheromones weren't coming out strongly as he expected, staring at her pack her hair in front of the mirror in all her naked glory, Dominco swallowed as he turned of the shower and got out,his dick was still hard but he knew he couldn't risk it.

He stood with his back to her, naked and wet as the water cascaded over his shoulders and back. She’d been right, he was fantastic to look at naked. Muscles bunched and flexed as he washed his hair and Isadora was surprised to find herself standing behind him and her hands reaching for him. When had she gotten out of the tub? Dominic turned around and he watched her, his eyes looking predatory. The rose tattoo on his ribs caught her eye and she let her fingers trail over the black and red petals. She looked up into his eyes and licked her lips. Dominic bent his head down towards her and kissed her.

He shrugged and motioned for her to get in his car “ be my guest” ——- Half an hour later, Dominic threw open his door and stepped aside to let her pass into his apartment. During the car ride, he have already told her that he was an eclectic which Thalia now understood was nothing but a fancy way to tell her or more like warn her that on his walls hung a lot of nude photographs of models and in the centre of his living room was a stage quite similar to that in a pole dance club with dim red lights, a pole and everything.

Eight boxes of abs, along with the V line Dominic served her for free. "Y-you're not testing me, are you?" asked Lyra in a trembling voice. Her hands were shaking. Itching so badly wants to feel every inch of that brownish skin. 'Oh my God! His tan line! He's been sunbathing or something? Why does it look tan and so damn sexy?!' Dominic snorted. "I just took a shower. What are you talking about?" replied him as if lazy by Lyra's question earlier. Lyra nodded in understanding. "A-ah, yes. Of course. I can still see the water droplets on your chest that— ”

The thought sends a jolt through me, a dark, possessive satisfaction. Dominic shifts beside me, and I turn my attention to him, watching as he, too, discards the rest of his clothes. He's just as impressive as his brother, and I feel a fresh wave of heat wash over me as I take in the sight of them, both naked and aroused, their gazes fixed on me. On my body. "We're going to ruin you, princess," Dominic murmurs, his hand coming up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over the already sensitive nipple. "We're going to fuck you so hard you'll forget your name."

Dominic’s eyes roamed her body, dark with desire, and a low groan escaped him. “God… you’re beautiful,” he murmured, stepping closer, letting his hands brush over her sides, teasing her, but not touching where she wanted most. She slid her skirt down next, then paused, glancing at him nervously. He tilted his head, impatient, lips pressing a soft kiss to hers. “More.. Take it all off.” With a shaky breath, Izzy let her hands slip out of her panties, leaving herself completely naked for him. Dominic’s eyes darkened further, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stepped in, hands finally settling on her hips, drawing her close.

I open the door. Dominic leans against the frame, holding a tray. Fruit. Italian pastries. He’s wearing only low-slung sweatpants. Nothing else. A white bandage cuts across his chest and shoulder, barely hiding the black ink beneath. Tattoos trail over hard muscle. My gaze slides down before I can stop it. Over his abs. To the sharp V that disappears into his waistband. My body betrays me instantly. Heat flares. My clit throbs. I squeeze my thighs together and force my eyes away.