Femboy Dom Novels & Stories

No matter what’s happening, the irreverent little goofball can always make me laugh. I firmly squeeze her ankle, returning her to the sensations at hand – or in this case, at foot. Ryah trembles from my every touch. I bite her arch and her breath catches, a sweet sound of need. My heart and cock pound in reaction to her every response. I’m a self-assured Dom, certain of my authority, my skills and my appeal. I worked for over a year in a fetish club, giving countless women the pleasure or pain that they needed. It became an addiction for me: dominating women. Using them to meet my own cravings, because that’s what I needed, too.

Truth be told, I always got hard upon the mere sight of her. Jasper was lovely; I’d watched her once and twice occasionally I’d seen, and heard them. Making out, but more than that she always had a thrill to be held down, used and bred to be dominated. Bondage. She needed control, power. Not just a romp on the sheets and some few hours’ sex. I palmed my cock again, squeezing the shaft, picturing this — why I’d be better than any man she’s had. I loved being a dom. She should learn too how to be submissive and enjoy every bit of his impoverished body, with pain and pleasure.

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.

She flinches— very slightly— every time the Dom hits his sub between the legs. “Do people enjoy this?” “They apparently do…” “Do you enjoy this?” She asks me with mixed emotions in her eyes. I hope it’s not fear. “Only if someone is pleased to take the beating… Nothing is sexier than consent, Sophie,” I say and trace her arm with a finger. She sucks in a breath. My cock is hard as steel. Loud moaning comes out of the playroom and our heads turn. Dom’s cock is out, and he is slamming into her cunt relentlessly.

“It was a fetish club then. Nobody actually beat you?” “Oh, I had a guy who liked to spank and I worked with him a few times but I didn’t like it so I stuck with the weird fetish guys. Dimi did the books. Darya is the dominatrix of us all. She could flog a man within an inch of his life and still make him orgasm.” “You know, when you told me BDSM club, I thought you were fucking with me but you meant it!” “I absolutely meant it.” She snickered as he growled at her. “What?”

She felt her juice running down her leg again and her mouth flew open. “What do you want Bella?” he growled into her ears again, the sound of his husky dominant voice pushed her a little to the edge and she wanted to find her release, so she rubbed her clit faster. Just as she neared the edge, he pulled out of her and stilled the movement of her finger.

"And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?" Chad rounded the table in two long strides, pulling her to her feet and crushing her against his chest. "You'll just have to wait and see," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "But I promise you one thing - by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll forget all about Karen and every other demon plaguing your mind. I'll fill you up with so much pleasure and adoration that you'll be drunk on it for days." Cassandra shivered, desire and anticipation thrumming through her veins like wildfire. "Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, tilting her head back in blatant invitation.

Who was always so kind and fragile but was really two-faced. I felt violated in a totally new way, one that hit to the core. I trusted him. If Domenico hadn’t claimed me, what would Roman have done? “Did you want to…do that to me?” He squatted down in front of me, his fingers knotted in my hair, and pulled back, making me hiss. “I already told you no. I may be harsh, rough. I fuck hard. Doing that to you? No. I want you willing to do anything for my cock. Begging for me to fuck you until you can’t walk. I want to ruin you for any other man, not ruin you for life.” His teeth dug into my bottom lip and pulled. “I did what I had to do to keep you safe. But make no mistake—I’ve claimed you as mi

My best friend poked my arm and pointed at a boy in the distance who was shyly trying to hide his tail. "Olivia! Look! It's a fox! Don't you love fluffy little animals the most? "Ughhh, that little fox is so cute! "Damn it, and he's a male incubus! I heard male succubi are way stronger than other beast-men. Olivia, you're so pretty—hurry up and make the first move while you can, lock him down, sign a contract, and become his master! Then you'll never run out of tails to play with!"

I asked with worry evident in my tone, I watched him take a slow intake, “I...I’m into BDSM,” he said, making me blink in confusion, I didn’t know what to say or react, he noticed my confusion, “I’m a dominant, Clarissa!” he said, when my mind screamed what the word meant, it made me realize what he was… my eyes widened in shock, Oh my god! Author’s note:- Hello guys, please let me know your thought’s in the comments section do like the book and follow me. Love you all, Thank you, I*******m:- S.N_Nina_Arthur.