Fem Dom Novels & Stories

His body tensed beneath my touch, but he yielded, lowering his head in submission. "The next step," I murmured, my fingers trailing over the nape of his neck, "is for you to show me that you mean it. I want you to surrender fully. No hesitation, no pride, only obedience." Helios inhaled sharply. I could feel the mate bond tightening around us like an invisible leash, dragging him deeper into my control. "What do you want me to do, Dom?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. I smiled. "Strip."

Alessia gasped, dragging a lazy finger along the inside of Isadora’s sticky thigh, making the poor girl twitch and whimper. “Fucking delicious,” Brielle purred, running a slow, teasing hand down Isadora’s trembling arm. “You didn’t tell us she was this cute, Caterina.” “She’s Dom’s. The famous doctor he kidnapped” “But maybe…just maybe…if we ask nicely…he’ll share.” Brielle and Alessia giggled like they were sharing the best secret in the world. “She’s fucking perfect,” Alessia said. “Dom’s gonna lose his fucking mind because of her!!”

The Dom nodded to Ben so he tipped his head in return. There was a heavy set woman dressed completely in black leather who had another slimmer woman wearing minimal leather garments and a leash. Their blue and red rings were evident. Ben caught the cruel smile on the Dom's face as she yanked her sub closer to pinch the woman's nipple. The slim woman squealed and whimpered but the way she bit her lip afterwards gave away her true feelings.

Chapter Thirty-Five I brought my hand to the back of his head, pinning him against me. I didn’t want this feeling to end. My beast was beneath the surface. She wanted to flip him over, to dominate him. Show Sin who he belonged to, who he was bound to.

Shemika “Next, orgasm control!” Dom muttered as he went for the sex tools on the ground and began to fumble for only God knows what. He grabbed a vibrator and stepped closer to me on the bed. I took a deep breath as I smiled at the vibrator while being brought closer to me. He squatted down just next to me on the bed, “You can say Red if you want me to stop, and…” Dom wasn't done talking when I cut him off mid-sentence.

I was so angry I had left it here on purpose. “Yea.. not yet… I don’t want to eat alone. Come here. Take a seat.” I tell her. She comes next to me and kneels. “What are you doing?” I ask her, alarmed. “I am not allowed to sit at the table with a Dom.” Oh, for fuck’s sake! The feminist in me hates this very idea. ‘As if you did not enjoy getting cropped and spanked barely half an hour ago.’ A voice tells me and I push it away.

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” “You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” “Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?” “He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged. “What's a DOM?” “A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

Naomi’s POV Dom flips me over the edge of the table so fast the room tilts. My feet hit the floor, my chest slams against the felt, and his hand cracks across my ass before I even register the position change. “Look at this wrecked little pussy,” he says, spreading me open with both hands. I can feel what he sees — cum dripping from me in thick, slow trickles, my folds swollen and slick, my thighs trembling and sticky. “Three loads leaking out of her, and she’s still clenching for more. You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you, baby girl?”

He bends down and cups my chin, forcing my face up to meet his gaze. "You are one beautiful woman, Brie. And you're all mine," he murmurs. "Get up." His power is soft full of sensual promise. Shakily, I get to my feet. "Look at me," he breathes, and I stare up into his smoldering neon gaze. It is his Dom gaze – cold, challenging, and sexy. My mouth dries, and I know I will do anything he asks. An almost cruel smile plays across his lips.