Femdom Island Novels & Stories

I can't believe I let another man touch me, and I felt my sex tight up and started getting excited again, "Shit!" I said and hit my head on my desk; I thought, how could you be so stupid, Willow! Willow P.O.V. After that sexually heated incident with Race, I needed fresh air so I could have room to breathe and also to think straight and text my parents headquartered in Italy.

“Dominus and Domina came home early after their trip. It looks like they have acquired a villa on the island of Capri, and we are going.” “Who is we?” “You, Laxia, me, and a few more. They are having a great feast in two days, get Laxia, pack what you need, and meet me outside the villa.” “I have to attend to my duties first.” He shook his head, “No, you are no longer the water girl. You have been promoted to Domina’s body slave.” When I went back to my sleeping quarters I found Laxia washing her face. “I am now Domina’s body slave,” I said proudly.

Her mother warned while Tili just pouted. Casimir lifted their daughter up and made her sit on the ground. “But Raviora, my fish is a mermaid and swims! She wears a sim-suit, too!” Adam’s eyes went dark. He tried inserting his finger inside my hole, but I pressed his hands between my thighs, making him stop from doing it but continue rubbing it. Adam looked at me. As if he wasn’t pleased hearing those words from Tili. His finger fastened its phase, making my mouth open a bit.

She smiled at Aurora, then rubbed her belly and said, "I'm pregnant! There's a little baby in here! He kicks me at night! When I have my son, Dominic will come and marry me!" "Dominic Ashcroft? You remember him?" Aurora asked. Isabella smiled sweetly and said, "Dominic is my husband! He's the best man in the world! He loves me so much!" Looking at Isabella, Aurora couldn't believe this was an act. She steeled herself and pinched Isabella, saying, "Isabella! Do you think pretending to be crazy will help? Do you really think Dominic will marry you like this?"

My pussy was swollen, red, and constantly leaking his multiple loads down my thighs. Damien carried me to the master bedroom as the sky turned orange and pink. He laid me on the bed and climbed on top of me, sliding back inside me in one deep thrust. “This is what you came here for,” he whispered, fucking me slow and deep while staring into my eyes. “To be completely owned. Completely satisfied. No one else. Just me and this island.” I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. “Yes… I’m yours, Damien. Fuck me until I can’t walk.”

"If you're having second thoughts..." "No!" She said quickly, shaking her head. "No, I'm not having second thoughts. I... I really want to do this." Antonio didn't reply. He just leaned back and raised his glass to his lips, taking a sip of wine. Isabella finally opened the document and read through the rules of the contract binding her to Antonio as his Submissive, and he as her Dominant. She saw words like BDSM, pleasure room, kinky, sex toys, and when she looked up at Antonio, her cheeks were flushed.

The private island had been transformed into a hedonistic paradise. Three hundred men — the most powerful, wealthy, and discreet collection Marcus and Damien had ever assembled — arrived by yacht and helicopter over two days. For one full month, this remote tropical paradise would serve as the ultimate stage for Lila’s total annihilation and rebirth.

"It's a reminder that our kingdom is built on love, not dominance and submission." "Aye," another islander agrees. "Their love is a gift, a reminder that we are all family here." He smiles hugging his wife. "And it makes us all want to mate with our wives! he said and they all blushed and giggled." As the night wears on, the islanders gather in their own homes, their faces aglow with candles and lanterns. The ones without mates sing an Island lullaby that is carried on the breeze throughout the islands.

"The Island? Grandfather, the merger meetings are tomorrow" "The board can wait. If this woman is to be a Thorne, she needs to handle the isolation of the Island. Three days. No phones, no assistants, no distractions. Just the two of you and an old man’s dying wish." Silas leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Unless, of course, there’s a reason you’re afraid of a little privacy?" Avery felt the air leave her lungs. The "Thorne Island" was a private sanctuary in the Atlantic, a place of rugged cliffs and absolute seclusion. Three days alone with Dominic, under the watchful eye of a man who spent his life spotting liars.

She wouldn't be able to leave the island they were on. They were at his beach house in Batangas. Whenever women wanted to sell their virginity, he brought them here. He even owned this not-so-big island. He named it 'Fucker Island.' Elvin took out his cellphone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight. He raised his arm, holding the gun, and walked in a certain direction. "You can't escape me, woman! Run! Keep running! You won't be able to escape! Run, baby, run!" he shouted like a demon.