Dommy Mommy Meaning Novels & Stories

Good lord, she practically gushed onto her daughter's face when she saw her husband's cock halfway planted in their baby girl. "OK honey, here's what you're going to do," Dominic said, propping himself up on his hands. His face was beet red. Holding back had to be so hard. Well it serves him right, making me wait like that, Pamela thought. About time he had to deal with a little delayed gratification. "Can you find Mommy's clit?" Dominic asked, "Think about your own. Well, it should be in the same place." "Uh huh," Emily said from between her mother's thighs, "Got it."

Dominic’s POV “Speaking of Kelsey,” Mom said, as if reading my thoughts, “how long are you planning to let this charade continue?” “What charade?” “This fake domesticity. You don’t love her, Dominic. Anyone with eyes can see that.” “She’s pregnant with my child.” “So she claims.” I stared at my mother. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means,” she said carefully, “that pregnant women have been known to lie about paternity before. Especially when they have something to gain.”

Mammy Julianna shakily explained. "What's the passcode to the safe?" Hidalgo asked huskily as he turned to confront his aunty. "Gabrielle." Mammy Julianna answered. "What?" Gabrielle raised her brows confusingly at her. "The passcode to open the safe is Gabrielle's fingerprint. When she was a child, the very day she was betrothed to you. Domino Reagan made use of her fingers to latch the safe, it was also as an indication that the betrothal between you and Gabrielle was sealed off!" Mammy Julianna told him.

“Mother, I told you I cannot be at the meeting tonight. I have somewhere important to be,” Dominic told his mother as he cut into his steak. He didn't understand why his mother kept pestering him to go to the meeting his father was having with the Alpha of the Moon Eclipse Pack. “Well son, I wanted you to go since Alpha George's daughter Monica, will be there. You know you two could -” He cut her off.

“Oh shit. I didn’t know we had company. My bad.” His eyes stayed on me. Not a polite glance. He looked me up and down slowly, taking in my legs, my chest, my face. The look made my stomach twist and my pussy throb at the same time. I couldn’t look away. Mom stood up from the couch with a little laugh. “Dominic, this is my daughter Lana. She just got here from her dad’s place.” Dominic walked over. He stopped right in front of us. His eyes were still locked on me. Then he reached out, put his hand on Mom’s ass, and gave it a hard, loud smack. The sound cracked through the room. Mom giggled and playfully pushed his chest.

She wanted to be sure that she heard her friend correctly “the boy is very handsome. He has Julio’s physique and his wife’s beautiful face. We can’t deny the fact that he is the current most eligible bachelor in the whole of Santa Marta. He is driving everyone nuts…including Isabella.” “That’s not true” mrs. Jimenez closed the black file in front of her desk. She couldn’t comprehend what mama Dora said. When she did, a frown appeared on her face “wait, I don’t understand. What do you mean by even Isabella? What does my daughter got to do with this?” ** Mama Dora sighed. Now, she was going to give another explanation. Why was it so difficult for people of Santa Marta to understand her.

Veronica insisted. Belladonna stared at her mother in disbelief. “Dominic hates me. How could I possibly give birth to his child? We don't even sleep together!" she blurted out truthfully. All her mother cared about was Bianca and the family business. She didn't even ask how she was doing after staying at Dominic's house, whether she was eating well, or if she was hurt. “You don't sleep with him?” Veronica's face stiffened. “No. I told you, Mom, he hates me... despises me a lot. Sleeping together is impossible for us.”

She just smiled. "Your mommy?" I couldn't help but ask Krissa. She smirked. "What mommy? Shocks! We're not rich, Triah, so just, mother," she joked to me. "Crazy! It's the same. Is that so? If not rich, you can no longer call, mommy?" I immediately defended. Mrs. Dominggo, Krissa and I were paying attention when she suddenly called my name.

Grandma Joni said, "Now, Wendy, you do not even know what a Doma is, now do you?" Grandma Joni asked and Natalia started to laugh. "There's the internet. We don't really need to stress to find out about information like that, you know?" Wendy said and took out her phone. "Okay then, look it up, insolent girl." Grandma Joni said, now taking Delilah's hair in sections and plaiting them into long braids. Wendy started to mutter words while going through the internet. "Demon slayer, housing, tech company, Defense of marriage act—"

From where I was, I could hear her heart pounding. “Do you really have no objections to me being a Dom?” She shook her head. “I am only a Dom in the bedroom, but when we go into the outside world, you are my equal. Nothing changes. Are you happy with that?” She gave a nod. “Words Camille.” “Yes.” She finally spoke up. “Yes, what?” “Yes, Daddy.” My beast squealed with delight. “I will not tolerate mistakes. If you make mistakes, I will punish you. I am a barbarous Camille. Do you understand what that means?”