Dominitrix Stories Novels & Stories

"My apprentices are everywhere, okay?" Lily rodded her eyes and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. You have apprentices all around the world. Then did any of your apprentices tell you where the people in the previous research institute came from? Are they trying to take over the world? Or do they want to destroy all of humankind?" Dominic twirled his beard and said, "Austin mentioned they had that idea in mind. It seems like they want to develop some kind of virus that can rule the world, but I don't quite understand what they’re doing now.

“The first werewolves. Before packs. Before structure. They ruled through strength alone. No bonds. No restraint. Your power woke them. Now they’re moving to reclaim what they believe belongs to them.” The hall went still. The First Dominion were stories to most wolves. Old warnings told to children. Legends from a time before order, when dominance ruled and mercy did not exist. “Even if that’s true,” I said, carefully, “it doesn’t excuse what you did.” “Doesn’t it?” Isolde snapped back. “I was hired to eliminate the Luna-born line before it could grow strong enough to challenge them. One life. Maybe two. To prevent a war that could destroy everything.”

Alexander screams in a cry of pleasure as his cock gets harder and bigger between my large lips. “Come! Come now, you dirty slave! I order as I signal Rose to come closer and point her to touch my clit. Like a submissive girl, Rose snuggles up next to me and starts touching me while I ride Alexander who is breathing more and more heavily. I start fingering rose, massaging her g-spot. I could feel the orgasm coming, for everyone. We look at each other in this lethal grip of pleasure and I can see in their eyes that I am the one controlling them. I am their Dominatrix, their Mistress and Madam.

“You never retire from that world, darling. You just learn to control how deep the claws go.” Dominique rubbed her temple, voice fraying. “Then who is he? Who is the Fox?” Her mother paused. “That…” she said finally, “is what terrifies me.” Dominique felt something cold slide down her spine. Her mother turned fully now, all pretense of polish gone. “He’s not new. The Fox was a shadow on my back long before I became Domina Noir. He called himself a curator. He had files on every domme who rose to prominence. He'd send riddles. Footage. Proof that he was always watching—but never touching. Not until you refused to play by his rules.”

Vic replied, his face smeared with blood of his own, “Yes! You took a witch whore as your mate. I could not just stand and see my best weapon getting destroyed like that. I had plans for you.” Dominic growled, his growl shaking the windows and the furniture in the hall, “I will show you what your future plan looks like!” he punched him again and started to drag him away, towards the other corridor, which lead to the Forbidden door. Victor looked behind him while he was being dragged, “Wait! Where are you taking me?! Dom! Do not forget I created you!” fear was laced in his voice. Dom definitely had a plan in his head that scared Victor.

I won’t make it easy. Raven swallowed. This felt different—wrong, almost. Commanding Victoria, even in training, made her stomach twist. But Victoria’s gaze was steady, trusting. *We need to know you can,* she had written earlier. *If the demonkin ever bind me, you must be able to pull me free.* Raven pricked her finger again. The drop hit the bowl. She pictured the sigil for *Dominion Override*—a spiral that coiled inward like a closing fist. She thought:

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dominic leaned in, voice low and venomous, each word dripping with poison. “I broke her virginity right here in this very club. She was so eager that night, on her knees, begging me to fuck her harder. She whispered ‘please’ like a good little submissive. She came so hard she couldn’t stand afterward. I was her first dominant. Her first everything. She loved it. And I enjoyed it very much. She told me she’d never felt anything like it.” Reggie’s vision tunneled. The world narrowed to the man standing in front of him. “You’re lying.”

“You never told her, did you?” Elara felt her stomach twist. “Adrian…?” He turned toward her, his gaze softer. “There are parts of my past I hoped you would never have to face.” Victor clapped slowly as always he loved intense drama. “Beautiful. Truly beautiful.” His eyes moved between them. “The loving husband protecting his innocent wife.” His smile faded. “But innocence is dangerous in our world.” Adrian stepped forward. “You said someone was coming for us. Who?” Victor’s expression grew serious. “A group that calls themselves The Dominion.”

The penthouse was silent, except for their soft, ragged breathing, and the occasional low murmur of possession. Dominic pressed a final, lingering kiss to her lips, voice rough and intimate: “No one. No threat. No scandal. Not even the world itself… can touch us. Our empire… our desire… ours, forever.” Ava smiled against him, eyes heavy with exhaustion and bliss. “Forever,” she echoed. And in that moment, the story of obsession, erotic surrender, and power concluded—not with an ending, but with a kingdom they built together, unbreakable and all-consuming, a fusion of lust, love, and domination that would define every heartbeat to come.

All of them that had gained fucking entrance to Isla. The thought turned my stomach. The girl I’d been marking had been distributing her pussy through my circle like a party favor. And Natasha? She knew. Sent her to my penthouse anyway. Everyone in this room knew: my territory is sacred. My things don’t get touched. That’s not a rule. That’s fucking gospel. Before I could think deeper, they dragged Dominic in from the far left. Blood slicked his shirt, his lip split open and one eye sealed shut. He looked like hell. Looked like a man who'd rather be dead than speak about The Exiled.