Femdom Book Novels & Stories

The photo is of a fat male clad in skin tight leather from head to toe, whipping a female suspended … from the ceiling. “He’s uhm… He’s a collector of “rare” females. Different races, different creatures. So I’m certain having a pregnant red wolf would be a fabulous addition. He’s probably got at least a dozen wives, numerous girlfriends. Who knows how many kids. Gets his money from his shipping businesses… you know containers that can bring you anything you want discreetly. He’s one of the most notorious doms in the world of underground S&M. He’s brutal, gets off on the pain he inflicts. He probably owns a third of the bondage clubs in Europe. Girls that don’t hold up, that he thinks are we

Because no matter how normal this moment looks, there’s a secret woven into it. A memory only we share. And a promise that this fire between us? It’s far from fading. **The End** The first book of this BDSM erotic series ends here. But don’t worry, if you still can’t get enough of Will and Iva, their journey continues in the next book, Surrendering to Cruel Master, along with Dominic and Hazel’s story. Before you go, I’d love to hear from you one last time that how did you feel about their journey?

"That's the sound of this tight little cunt taking me." "Julian-fuck-deeper-please-" He bent over her back, lips brushing her ear. "You love being used like this, don't you? Bent over a poetry cart, books digging into your tits, stuffed full of cock while someone could walk in any second." "Yes," she sobbed. "Fuck, I love it-I'm your dirty little bookstore slut-don't stop-" He didn't. He slammed into her harder, fucking her with abandon, thick cock splitting her open again and again, each thrust driving a new moan from her throat.

My heart is pounding with each step and when I open my bedroom door, the bedroom we planed to be our love nest when we got married, Fred was on fours on the bed, fucking a big breasted blondie, while a huge black woman, all dressed in leather, had a dildo up his anus. Stop this derailed train that I want to get down! Fred tries to cover himself in bed and the dominatrix complains with him, kicking his ass with her hight heel shoe. “What the fuck, man? You paid a lot for both, you didn’t say anything about fucking this girl, you either pay more or I’m out.” Fred sits on the bed and raises his hands to his head, as if he didn’t believe he was caught red handed, trying to explain the inexplicab

Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I found myself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of my wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which I didn’t have a problem with Emma reading. Anything that got my woman hot and horny was only a benefit to me.

“Take me now and stay quiet. Every thrust reminds you who controls you.” I wrapped my legs around him as he pushed deep inside. The table creaked under us while he fucked me with slow powerful strokes. “It feels too good even when I am scared, Daddy,” I whispered. His hands gripped my ass and pulled me closer. The fear of someone walking in mixed with the building pleasure in a thrilling way. Damien edged me again and again. He would speed up until I was close then slow down completely. “Beg better,” he commanded softly. “Tell me you will obey from now on.” Books continued to fall occasionally from our movements and each noise made me tense around him.

"I love dominating submissive women and submitting to Dominant men or women. Just now, when I was pretending to be your Mistress, dominating you and I made you cum so hard; I got a small orgasm and a whole lot of pleasure from doing so. I get more pleasure from being dominated than being Dominant. I used to fantasize about being dominated. I never fantasized the other way. If I had to give up one or the other, I'd give up being a Dominant, but I don't, so I get to keep this delicious slave." I kissed her again and Rhonda melted against me. "Now I'm going to reward my slave for being such a good girl. She's going to fuck you with a strapless vibrator while you lick my cunt." Rhonda got one of

"Christ. She’s sloppy. Soaked. Like fucking a warm puddle.” “A warm puddle that grips like a fist,” Dominic adds. “Wait till she cums on you.” Cole fucks me hard and fast, chasing his own release. The boxes beneath me are definitely going to collapse – the cardboard is bowing, creaking, barely holding – but I don’t care because I’m cumming again, a rolling orgasm that seems to have no end. “On your knees,” Dominic commands when Cole pulls out. “Time for the grand finale.” They arrange me in the centre of my living room.

He pinched my nipples through the thin, damp silk of my chemise, twisting them with a sadistic pressure that sent jolts of lightning straight to my crotch. “You’re nothing but a shared cumdump now, Gabriella,” Elden growled, his voice so deep I felt it in the floorboards beneath my knees. “Forget being a wife. You’re our toy. Say it. Tell us who you really belong to.” He reached over and shoved his thumb into my mouth alongside Brent’s cock, forcing me to suckle on him while his brother worked my throat.

Please read the following carefully; - Strong language - Explicit sexual content - BDSM and power dynamics - Taboo relationships - Emotional abuse - Violence - Manipulation and coercion - Obsessive behavior - Betrayal / Revenge This is a dark erotic romance. Love here is messy, complicated, and comes at a cost darling. Please take care of yourself while reading and know it is okay to step away if anything becomes too overwhelming and of course, overstimulating. Take a step away, breathe, and come back when you are ready. Or you can choose not to come back at all. Your mental health and comfort matter infinitely more than any chapter I have written.