Femdom Book Novels & Stories

When he rolled off me he laughed and said, "That was okay, right? Not every girl makes a big deal out of her first time." I hated how wet that memory still made me. I should have felt angry, used, worthless. Instead my pussy kept throbbing, begging for something more. Something real. Something that would break me and put me back together. That was why I started searching online late at night. BDSM. Domination. Submission. The words alone made my nipples hard. I read stories about girls who got tied up, spanked until they cried, then fucked so deep they screamed. Men who knew how to take control. Men who made you feel like their favorite toy and their most precious slut at the same time. I wa

James shakes his head as he grins, “so.. would you prefer fifty shades or Susie homemaker?” “Hmm,” I hum as I walk slowly over to the bookshelves in the mini red light district. There were a lot of toys on the shelves. Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, cock rings, some kind of stone eggs I didn’t recognize, and of course an assortment of handcuffs and rope. My curiosity gets the bette of me and I go over to the large X, trailing my hands over the smooth wood and gripping the cuffs. Turning to James I say hesitantly, “I’ve been reading a book. One of Annie’s.. about.. being fully dominated. And I was wondering if we could try that?”

I succumbed entirely to his raw, terrifying dominance, my fingers clawing desperately at his thick shoulders as I wept into the dark room. "Yes... god, yes, Daddy, please… I need you." Damon let out a dark, triumphant chuckle and quickly unzipped his black denim trousers, freeing the massive, rigid monster I had been fantasizing about. It was completely huge, thick, and fully veined. He gripped my hips with a bruising hold, lifting my thighs high up against his waist, and drove the entire, terrifying length of his cock straight into my pussy with one single, devastating thrust.

Instead, curiosity — and something hotter, more shameful — rooted me in place. “Show me,” I whispered. Elias led me to a large oak reading table in the center of the main chamber. He selected a slim, leather-bound volume from the nearest shelf. Gold lettering read *Dominance: A Primer*. “First lesson,” he said, opening the book. “Read the opening passage aloud. Do not stop, no matter what I do.” My hands trembled as I took the book. The words glowed faintly as I began: “‘She stood before her master, wrists bound by silk, heart racing as he approached…’”

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.

“Gonna fuck my seed so deep you’ll feel it for weeks.” He took me slow and filthy this time, eyes locked on mine the entire time. Every thrust was accompanied by dark, possessive words. “This pussy belongs to me now. Say it.” “It belongs to you, Nikolai.” “You’re going to wake up every morning with my cum inside you.” “Yes… please…” “You’ll help me rule this Order. You’ll bring me more girls when I need them. You’ll watch me fuck them and then you’ll clean my cock like the obedient whore you were born to be.”

She hated the sound of need spilling from her lips, hated how much he controlled it, yet couldn’t stop. The couch became an altar, the city below their only witness as he drew every shiver, every ragged breath from her. He moved with deliberate precision, as if orchestrating not just pleasure but surrender. And when she finally gave in, the sound that tore from her throat was half fury, half release, raw and unrestrained. He whispered against her skin, words she couldn’t fully hear but felt in her bones—possession, hunger, warning. After, when the air still crackled with what they had unleashed, she tried to rise, to reclaim herself. But Dominic pulled her back, arm heavy around her waist, m

Trigger Warnings: Female Dominance (Femdom), cuckolding, financial domination (findom), breath play, spanking, edging, and explicit language. Vesper The air in my private dungeon was thick with the scent of expensive sandalwood and the metallic tang of ozone from the nearby shock collars. I sat on my velvet throne, my legs crossed, the heel of my Louboutin pressing firmly into the center of Toby's chest. Toby-my dedicated little pay pig-was exactly where he belonged: on his knees, shivering with a mixture of terror and agonizing arousal.

Well, I'd succeeded in distracting myself from Bethany, but now Ellis crept back into my mind. My stomach flopped and I rested the book on my face, closing my eyes. Suddenly, it felt like I was back in that room, my wrists bound as Ellis brought me to the brink of pleasure over and over again. How his strong body had pinned me down, the way he dominated me and still made my pleasure a priority. Shuddering, I curled on my side and pushed the book away. I had to get back to my normal routine if I was going to move past everything that had been happening.

I pictured his deep voice whispering in my ear, “Such a good girl… so wet for your boss.” My breathing hitched as I pressed my middle finger against my engorged clit, mimicking the firm, steady pressure of his touch. “Mmm-nnn-gh... Damien...” My head fell back against the pillow, my eyes fluttering shut as the friction sent jolts of heat straight to my core. I was so incredibly slick that my hand slid effortlessly over my folds, making soft, squelching sounds that echoed in the quiet room. “Ah... oh god, yes... just like that.”