Femdom Book Novels & Stories

The sound of their bodies colliding was loud, fleshy, and absolutely filthy. "You feel that, Leo?" Dr. Webb grunted, his rhythm never faltering. He was sweating now, the hair on his chest damp, his silver-streaked hair falling across his forehead. "That is what real dominance feels like. Not some boy fumbling around in the dark. A man who knows exactly how to take you apart." "Yes, Daddy, yes," Leo moaned, pushing his hips back to meet each thrust. "You feel so good. You are so much better than anyone else."

Taking out one, I closed back the drawer and walked down to the garage where I put the contact in the glove compartment of my car so I don’t forget it. Walking into my room, my eyes landed on one of the books Nyla was reading while she was here. Walking up closer, I picked it up and saw that it was one of the books from my library titled “Controlling Her Every Pleasure.” This book was one of my favorites, as it tells the story of a woman and a man exploring new things in their sexual relationship that had died after she had a baby. It also showcases exactly what I do. I dominate women, but only in bed. I like to have control over their sexual needs, telling them what to do and when to come.

“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?”

I needed a kiss badly, and I ran my moist tongue over my lips to bring his attention to that. And when he didn't seem to care, I asked. "Won't you kiss me?" His cold eyes fell on me again. "You won't get a kiss from me until you learn to be quiet, now step over there." I hated myself just then. Was this how it was to be submissive, to be a Dom's pet? He wore the handcuffs around my wrists and clipped the extended end of the chain attached to handcuffs to a potruded chain from the ceiling.

The red heels made her legs look longer and more dangerous. Elara climbed onto the bed slowly. She straddled his waist, her heels digging into the mattress on either side of his hips. “If I do this, you don’t get to touch me. You don’t get to control anything. Understand?” Dante nodded. “I understand. I want you in control.” She moved back until she knelt between his spread legs. Her red stiletto hovered over his cock again. The sharp heel pointed directly at the soft shaft. “Tell me if it’s too much,” she said, voice shaking.

“She’s still so wet. This breeding cunt just keeps getting wetter.” They worked together perfectly. Dominic tortured my nipples — sucking, biting, pulling them until I was shaking — while Sasha finger-fucked me and licked my clit. I came again hard, soaking Sasha’s face while I screamed. But they didn’t stop. Dominic pulled me up and made me straddle him reverse cowgirl. He slid back into my cum-filled pussy and started bouncing me on his cock. Sasha stood in front of me and grabbed my hair, pulling my face into her pussy.

I needed to taste his lips again. He let go of my grip and cuffed my hands to both edges of the bed. I could no longer touch him; I could only feel the vibration on my pussy and his warm mouth on my nipples. He took the black veil and tied my eyes. The feeling was so erotic that I moaned at the suspense of his actions. I felt his soft hand circling on my pussy but not penetrating. I begged him to stop. I couldn't take it any longer, but my pleadings only fed his ego as he inserted the dildo slowly at the tip of my pussy.

I moaned, my body pressing against his, my hands grasping his arms, holding on for dear life as he kissed me. He pushed me back against the bookshelf, his hands roaming my body, his touch igniting sparks, making me gasp, making me moan. He grabbed my breasts, brushing his thumb against my nipples, making them hard, making me arch into him. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, his need, his desire, his...dominance. "Fuck, Emma," he groaned, his voice filled with raw need. "You lips feel so fucking good. I’ve always wanted to claim you, to make you mine, to fuck you in your most treasured place.”

"Do it now!! More! more! She was addicted to orgasm this time. I drew a nasty and lustful grin on my face. I didn't know why she's acting that way inside her dreams, I think someone was manipulating her sanity. I didn't care because I enjoyed our romance, me and Diana. For my final blow, I put my naked body on top of her and my right hand slowly grip and pulled off her undies down. I lowered my head moving down to her clit area. It's not the time yet. I then insert my tongue inside her inner core and let her feel the feelings of ecstasy. She was my sex slave and I'm her sex demon. She's the incarnation of my dead wife Isabelle. She's her granddaughter! I dip my wet tongue down again repeated

"Well- ." "With a strap on." She completed. Immediately, he covered his face with his palm and turned away. "Jesus." Yes! I've finally broken the spell. "I know, right?" Then with a dead voice, she said, "Now fuck off." He turned back to her, his hands still on his face before he said, "It wasn't a bad Jesus. It was a- Shit, I've been into femdom for a while now." Alex stared back and blinked. "Jesus."