Femboy Dom Novels & Stories

Or will I be able to…? Abruptly, the Dom stands, grabbing the woman by an arm and pushing her down onto the bed. He flips her onto all fours, pulling her ass up to display her pussy. Blondie says something, head-pointing at me, but the Dom snaps an obvious 'No'. Blondie turns to me, shrugs an apology across the room and then returns his attention to the woman. Damn! I could stay and watch the rest, but my pants are tight, and I want to do more than spectate. As I turn away, there's a curvy little redhead standing close, looking up at me.

I heard him laugh inside my ear and spoke. "Haha, you liked that, huh? I knew you were a dirty girl?" I know how you could make it up to me?" He said. Damn him, I know I shouldn't be turned on, but I am. Oh, God, I have been touched and turned on two times today by two sexiest guys in my school, but they still hate me! God, I need to stop reading them erotic and dark romances about being assaulted by your bullies. What is wrong with me, letting them touch me and making me feel these dark sexual desires and fantasies for them?

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

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."

Clara said and approached her. The rabbit opened its eyes wide and looked at Clara. Even though Clara didn't show her ears, the rabbit recognized Clara as a fox. Clara has bright red curly hair. Her slanting eyes are significant and seductive, and even her heart-shaped lips are incredibly dreamy. Clara is such a beautiful and charming fox. Feeling safe, the rabbit turned into a beautiful girl again. "My name is Dove. I'm sorry that I slept here without your permission." Dove talked in fear.

“Because it’s not normal to cheat. They say it is, just to excuse the boys before they even do it. But it isn’t. No husband should cheat. You heard Aiden.” “Your dom was just lying, Danika,” Emma cuts in sharply. Loud enough for all of us to hear. We all turn to look at her. “Every dom cheats,” she continues. “Every husband cheats. Our doms are probably going to fuck those cheerleaders after the game. I heard them talking about it.” “Well,” Rose chimes in smoothly, “they have every right to. They can fuck whoever they want. We’re not their wives.” Rose is the perfect sub. She plays the role flawlessly. But there’s something about her that stands out—something dark and distant. She never lets

Carlos realized a group of women were staring closely at Dominik. “Dam, bro! Looking like that, you're a total specimen for the ladies.” Blond like the sun, with light blue eyes, arms that rubbed the inside of the sleeves of the white shirt he was wearing, muscular thighs that showed through the black slacks he had on and almost 2 meters in height that helped little to none at blending in crowds. Dom turned around and noticed the women, too. “Either that, or they recognized me.” “But, of course. Middle eastern women, Big fans of soccer.”

Spankings, floggings, restraints—I stayed up all night, burning through battery after battery on my toys. Now, finally eighteen, here I am. I chose Adam from the club’s list of doms because he reminds me of Brandon: tall, blue-eyed, with short brown hair. If I have to pretend, I'd rather it be Zak or Brandon. I circle items on the checklist I’m eager to try and cross out those that are hard stops. A few moments later, Adam enters. “How’s the list coming, Charlie? Ready to review it together?” he asks. “Yes, sir,” I respond.

Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission.

Now my stomach tightened for an entirely different reason. “Feel what, Dom?” “Our pup.” He answered, leaning back in his chair. “He’s strong.” He frowned at his words as if what he said was a bad thing. “Oh, so it’s a boy now?” I smiled. “Yeah.” “And what if it’s a girl?” I asked teasingly. He smiled and shook his head. “Boys run strong in my family. There was rarely any girls.” Just as the words left him, the look in his eyes became distant again.