Femdom Island Novels & Stories

Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

on his lips, sweet and intoxicating. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, teasing him. She reached down, her fingers finding the cock ring, and slowly, deliberately, she loosened it. The sub gasped, his body convulsing as the blood rushed back to his cock, his orgasm building, his body coiling tight. "Cum for me, my pet," Domica commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Cum for me now." And he did, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed, his cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Domica watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her body sated and content. She reached down, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, feeling his body tremble beneath

Dom smirked as Y replied coldly. "My dearest Y, Neither me nor a single of my men ever needed any of what you falsely believe you bestowed us with. Leaving that apartment alive was never an issue. I visited your Island because I needed its location to judge you myself and plant sleeper cells on your Utopian Island." Y gave a slightly confused look, so Dom explained,

This is going to be an unforgettable experience," he assured her, his deep voice resonating with confidence. "I want to show you a different kind of pleasure, one that will push your boundaries and ignite your senses." Isla's curiosity mingled with a hint of fear as she took in the surroundings. She had always been open to new experiences, but the idea of BDSM was uncharted territory. Liam's intense gaze, filled with desire and a hint of Alpha dominance, sent a rush of warmth between her thighs.

“Boring. By the way—did your wife ask about the full details of Isla Paraiso? Did you tell her it’s not just a resting spot for thugs and businessmen… but that the island is also known for its… services?” “Shut your fucking mouth, Ibarra.” “Oh? You didn’t tell her?” Ibarra laughed, and Manuela could barely believe what she was hearing. “I-is that true?” “Let’s just say VIP guests don’t come only for rest. The island has plenty of women who offer… companionship… for payment. You might want to keep a close eye on your husband, Mrs. Urquio. Last time he visited, two women practically fought over him—though he’s not the easiest to tempt.”

There was just a reinforced concrete pad built into a cliffside on a speck of rock called Agios Nikolas. Dominic had bought this island years ago through a Panamanian shell company when he was still the "Ice King," back when he thought he needed a place to disappear if a merger went south or a government collapsed. It wasn't a villa. It was a brutalist masterpiece of glass, steel, and local stone, half-buried in the cliff to be invisible from the sea. As the helicopter rotors slowed to a rhythmic slap and the side door opened, the smell of wild thyme and sea salt hit me like a physical blow. It was beautiful, but it was a lonely kind of beautiful. "We’re here," Dominic said, his voice barely

“These our dear sweet Isabella are your official contracts for you to read and sign. The one sitting to your right is your official document that allows you to become our submissive and wife and we your husbands and dominants. As this contract will be binding, which means that everything that is listed within it is all part of our domestic partnership as well as the submissive roles within each of our BDSM lives. It also gives you an insight to the rules you will be given to follow and abide by as well as the consequences for your actions if you don’t. It even moves to mention all the different kind of rewards you could earn for being our good little girl. We even go as far as to explain res

“You must’ve put a lot of thought into renting this place.” Dominic raised an eyebrow, the hint of a smirk on his lips. “Rent?” He looked amused. “Evangeline, I don’t rent.” “So you mean…” I stared at him. “You own the entire island?” “Your husband is very rich,” he joked, and I scoffed, looking out the window and pretending I wasn’t secretly impressed. Of course he owned an island. He probably owned a small country too.

"I think the person is important enough to command everything from the outside. And she mentioned an ex-boyfriend. I don't know if the person would be old enough to do something at the time her father was alive, but how many men arrested here did you never know that they approached their victims after years of tormenting them? There are a lot of crazy people at this level. Joana is the kind of woman who would attract a man like that. Not for being naive, but for demonstrating to be a free spirit. Dominating men look for women like that, not submissive ones, because they are too easy to master.” "And you know too much about all this shit.” "I'm serious, Ramirez. Give me some credit.” "brother

Dominik The island has a rhythm, and it belongs to me. The sun rises when I command it, the waves crash in time with Eve’s ragged breaths, and the days pass in a haze of salt, skin, and submission. She’s been thoroughly conquered. Her body, once a fortress of defiance, is now a territory I know better than my own. I know the exact spot on her neck that makes her breath hitch, the way her inner thighs tremble just before she comes, the raw, helpless sound she makes when I push her past pleasure and into the exquisite realm of pain.