Novel & Cerita Femdom Book

Chapter 4: LORA'S POV. Mom always used to tell me before her death, “no good comes from men.” She was so wrong, because having Roderick between my thighs, with his lips firm around my clit, was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He had thrown me on his bed earlier, still naked and wet. He didn't mind that his bed was about to be soaked, and he definitely couldn't wait a few seconds before tearing my clothes off my body and pushing his face in-between my thighs.

The praise after you complete it is gonna taste so good. KITTEN_HEELS: Honestly, mine just put me in the corner for ten minutes because I rolled my eyes at dinner. It’s the worst but god, the absolute relief of just letting him call the shots after a stressful week at my corporate job? Unmatched. I sat up, resting my back against the headboard, my eyes wide as I scrolled. It was exactly what I had read in the library, but seeing it spoken about so casually, so warmly, made it real. These women weren't victims; they were completely obsessed with their Doms. They craved that structure. They craved the exact boundary-pushing authority that I had felt vibrating off Damian at the dining table.

*He caught her wrist before she could slip out the door, spun her back against the oak panel, and pressed his hard cock against her soaked pussy through her clothes. *“You think you can walk into my lecture smelling like sin and leave untouched?” His voice was gravel and smoke.* “Not today, sweetheart. I’m going to bend you over my desk and fuck that tight little cunt until you scream.” My knees nearly buckled. My pussy clenched violently, fresh wetness soaking through my panties. Those were the exact words I’d read hours ago. Sir Dominic’s words. I scrolled up with shaking fingers. The file name: *Bound by the Bell Curve – Vol. 2 – Draft 4*. Desktop folder: SD Vol2 Drafts.

" I told her. She was quiet until I heard her getting in her pant pocket. I heard the ding of the keys. She put the keys in her hand in front of my face. I saw the keys dangling back and forth. I grabbed them out of her hand. I put them up to her door. I got the key to unlock her door. We walked in the front door. I turned around, closed the door, and locked it. I walked across the room. I saw a lot of books on her bed. I looked around I saw a lot of beds, as we have over at the football camp. They like to have twelve bunk beds, but we have fifteen bunk beds. I didn’t have to look for her bed; I already knew where she was. I saw a pink and red blanket that has books on it. But one book stuck

'You can just ask and I'll gladly help,' He said, hinting towards the book. 'Okay fine. What page is that?' I asked helplessly. Adam came towards me and sat close to me. He opened the book right to the middle and gave it to me. The title read 'The Dom and the Sub'. 'Who is the Dom and who is the Sub?' I asked curiously.

Valentina cupped her tits and whispered “Fuck us, punish us choke us fuck our throats like last time” Sofia bent over the desk legs spread open so he could see her pussy lips twitching through the lace “Oh fuck Master you locked the door this is gonna be so much fun” Dominic stepped forward They expected his cock. His fingers. His voice ordering them onto the desk onto their knees into his lap But what they didn’t know Was he didn’t lock the door to fuck them He locked it to teach them

In the room were ten men, seated naked in a circle on single wooden chairs. The room was well lit and had a patient bed somewhere at the corner. There were charts of penises hung up on the walls and a banner on the wall that read boldly : TINY PRICK HUMILIATION Ana was a dominatrix. And the founder of the community that consisted of a group of sub men who had a fetish for humiliation, mockery and downgrading. “Welcome to TPH. My name is Anna and I am here to help you learn… how to own your disgraceful jokes of pricks.” Anna said, taking her seat on a couch at the top of the circle.

“Who is in control?” I gasp and moan at the fiery pleasure-pain as another orgasm rolls through my body. “You,” I say, not recognizing the sound of my own voice. “You’re in charge. Ohh…” “Daddy. Say, ‘you’re in charge, Daddy.’” My pussy clenches around his fingers at the taboo command. I’ve read my fair share of sexy books, and secretly love BDSM books. I may be a virgin but I’m far from naïve. One of my favorite independent authors writes books with daddy doms and I’ve always been intrigued. I often imagine myself in the heroine’s shoes… now is my chance to live out one of my most secret fantasies.

“Push through it, kid. This is how you learn to take everything I give you. Tell me how it feels having my seed plugged inside you while you work.” “It feels dirty… and addictive,” I moaned, holding the plank as best I could. “Like I really belong to you now. The egg is rubbing right against that spot you fucked so hard earlier.” He made me do bridges next, then some slow leg raises. Every movement pushed more cum out, running down my skin while the low buzz drove me crazy. By the end I was whimpering, close to another edge. “Enough,” Dom finally said, pulling me up. “Come here. One last round before you leave tonight.”

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.