Fem Dom Story Novels & Stories

That's just to name a few. Once again, my cock throbbed as I read her list. Especially the anal part. My late wife never let me near her ass, but it had always intrigued me. So, I typed back. SubMan40: I like everything on your list. However, in efforts to be honest, I should tell you that all of my experience is purely online. I have never done anything with a domme in person. YoungDomme: That's okay, my submissive. I'll help you grow into the perfect little fuck toy for me. Where are you from?

I may have been able to move on, but she on the other hand never forgave him for taking another as his mate over us. “Kit, I don’t know why you fight this bond between us, and why you have stayed away all these years. You know damn well he can’t make you feel the way I can. Move back here and become my mistress, and I will protect you, and pay for all your wants and dreams.” Dom now whispers in my ear, but he lost me once again, when the word mistress rolls from his tongue. I had told him more than once that I would be no one’s mistress, and that included his.

Dom asked, amused as he lay flashing his Greek god-like sculpted upper half. "Dom, can you for a second come down your high horse and see the-" Iris was trying to concentrate but Dom had purposefully decided to distract her with the view. At such a distracted moment, she found herself suddenly underneath the Future Alpha King of the shifters, her mate, and husband. She yelped as Dom pulled her from standing at the foot of the bed to under him as he blocked her movements with his body, him being stronger in brute strength than her. "How about you join me on my high horse and we can-"

It was a new message from him. Dominanttothecore: “Yes. You can call me Dom while we talk, and if we meet up, I demand it. It is good that you asked. I’ve read your profile, and I like what I see. But let me be clear, if you’re only looking for a quick thrill, I’m not the Dom for you. I want a steady, devoted play partner, someone I can push, test, and train, someone who learns my expectations, who obeys without hesitation, and who trusts me to take control and fulfill every need. In return, I will demand their loyalty, attention, and surrender because anything less will never be enough.”

Not tonight. The second DOM, a man with a scar running down the side of his face, had his submissive bent over the arm of a leather sofa. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. He ran his hand over her ass, caressing it almost tenderly before raising his arm and bringing his hand down in a sharp smack that echoed through the room. The submissive gasped, but her sound of pain was quickly drowned out by the DOM’s low, approving growl. He spread her legs wider, positioning himself behind her as he roughly entered her, thrusting with a primal intensity that made her cry out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa for support.

Julian was a Soft Dom, and Henri could be referred to as a Pleasure Dom. They were two sides of the same coin, and I still couldn’t choose between them. Instead, I found myself dangerously caught in the middle, where the lines between control, identity, and surrender blurred beyond recognition. One reckless decision led to another, and now I was no longer just the brat with forbidden desires. I was a wife, and a soon-to-be mother, discovering powers that both thrilled and terrified me. I doubt my father ever imagined I’d fall for Alphas instead of the rogue he had handpicked for me.

“How dare you speak to me like that! You will watch your language in my presence.” “Yes, ma’am.” “This mating-for-a-deal wouldn’t have happened in my day. I told him he didn’t need a mate to build alliances because Cole won’t go through with his challenge. But did Dom listen to me? Noooo. And now look what we’ve ended up with. A tiny little fart with a tarty tongue. All his life I warned him about power-hungry females, but has he listened to me? Noooo. He’s not only gone and brought one home, but he’s mated with her. Well, you just remember that you won’t be here for long. And don’t expect me to treat you as our Luna. You’re nothing as far as I’m concerned. Just some cling-on slut who wants

I am startled from my thoughts when Dom rushes out of the room and runs down the stairs in a blur, He finds his mother in the kitchen and I can tell he is excited to share the news. She looks up at him with a sneer plastered on her immaculate face. He greets her and announces he has a mate mark. The look of pure disgust is evident and then she starts, telling him he needs to reject me if I am weak. This goes on for like 10 minutes, and then Dom has enough and tells her to fuck off. The scene changes and this time we are at some fancy rich-looking house in a place I don’t no. Dom lets himself inside the house where he is greeted by thumping music, girls are running around half-naked and drink

"I'll go to dinner, but you will keep your hands to yourself and it would really help if you just didn't open your mouth." His lips quirked at the sides. "Have you ever tried your hand as a Domme?" "A what?" "It's a female dominant." He was serious, and her laughter rang throughout the room. "Have I fallen into another world?" "I'm not helping, am I?" She gave a short harrumph. "I was serious about keeping your mouth closed." "I'm not going to lie. It's simply not happening." "Please lie." He ignored her. "How soon can you be ready?"

I’m gonna fuck her endlessly, I’m gonna dominate her, and I’m gonna fucking sure to make her pregnant with my seeds. My hand roams around her soft body until I reached her underwear. She moaned when I inserted a finger and damn! She’s so fucking wet! I cursed and bit her neck. “You’re so fucking wet, lady. You want this so much, huh? You desire me so much…” It was all true. With her wetness, I assume she had never had a release that shook her whole life yet. I bet not only his boyfriend’s cock is small, huh? He doesn’t know oral sex either?