Gentle Femdom Novels & Stories

"I can handle anything you bring at me Mr GreenEyes!" That only angers him more. "I don't think so. Even with a broken arm, I'm one of the strongest men in our team!" I know this tactic. He's trying to distract me from the task at hand, so he can defeat me. "Oh? What team?" I ask sarcastically. Smirking, thinking he's managed it, he continues. "We are a Dom company. We collect dominants and train them, and find them submissive souls to use and abuse. We know what you do, and one of our clients wants you, and only you."

I haven't been sleeping very good these last few days. Damitri is well hes more of the pleasure Dom kinda guy but he's way more in to edging, bondage, degradation( even I was surprised by that one) even wax play, its offten calls Sentation Play. During our times together we've noticed I get off more on cold sencations more then hot so we offten use ice and a few other things he's picked up at a sex shop. when all three of them are together its a sentation over load but fucking hell is it amazing.

Seraphina I’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Not in the BDSM room with restraints and tools. Not bent over his desk. Not in any of the desperate, rough encounters we’ve had. This—this gentle intimacy, this eye contact, this slow building of pleasure—this is what terrifies me. Because this feels real. “Dominic,” I breathe, and his name comes out like a prayer. “I know, baby. I know.” His forehead drops to rest against mine. “I feel it too.”

Now she was sitting on his lap as he sucked eagerly on one of her nipples. His large hands kneaded her buttocks increasing the stimulation of the member inside her. Aidan moaned burying his nails in his partner's shoulders. Dominic was always gentle whenever they made love. He would take his time stimulating him, dilating him and touching him until he made him lose his mind but not today. It was as if his instinct was calling the shots. And he was like a beast. He wasn't aggressive like when he was in heat, but he wasn't tender like always. Aidan didn't hold back. He knew he wouldn't hurt her, he just needed to feel secure that he belonged to her.

"You will pleasure each of us for fifteen minutes, giving us as many orgasms as you can. Anything less than five orgasms will be considered failure and it's back on the Slave Trainer again." "May I use my fingers, Domina?" I smiled at her, already learning. "Yes, you may. You may use anything but a vibrator, though anything else you use must be accompanied by your mouth." "Yes, Domina." "Why don't you begin with Lisa. I will go last. My slave will keep me entertained while I wait. As soon as I set my timer, you can begin. Lisa, count off each orgasm you have?"

He continued to plunder her deep recesses and one orgasm rolled into another. Kira ’s arms could no longer hold her up and she collapsed, her ass still in the air. Dom swiveled his hips and rained light slaps to her ass that ripple with every pump and sent electric pulses to her clit. Her cries could be heard throughout the entire room. Kira had never been vocal, but then again she hadn’t had a reason to be. Dom brought out the goddess in her. He pulled out of her aching core as he lifted her from the bench and laid down on his back, his intentions clear.

They were looking for the third pillar of their empire. Sure, in the heat of the moment, Kan loved the power play. 'Get on your knees,' 'Take it all,' 'Suck me dry.' That was the bedroom. That was the game. He suspected Timothy was the type to thrive under that kind of pressure—a perfect submissive when the doors were locked and the adrenaline was high. But that was sex. He had no interest in breaking Timothy’s spirit outside those sheets. Most Doms in the District would pay a fortune to crush a guy with Timothy’s fire. They wanted to turn a lion into a house cat. But Kan and Gideon? They liked the claws.

Trope: Forbidden/ Virgin Hero / Female Dominant / Seduction / Age Gap adjacent / Obsession/ corruption kink Content Warning: Female dominant, voyeurism, corruption kink. SYNOPSIS: Joe is a campus god—6'0" of Nordic muscle and ice-blue eyes. The world sees a cold, untouchable playboy. But it’s a lie. Behind the mask, Joe is a twenty-year-old virgin with crippling anxiety, hiding a secret that would ruin his reputation.

"FUCK ME LIKE A BOSS! CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!" Dominic was going crazy. He was talking dirty, calling me his "little office slut" and his "forbidden gift." The words made my blood boil. I felt like a wild animal. I started to bounce on him, my hair flying in my face, my moans turning into raw, animalistic growls. "TELL ME!" he roared, his hands digging into my thighs until his fingerprints stayed behind. "WHO IS THE MASTER OF THIS HOUSE TONIGHT?" "YOU! YOU ARE!" I yelled. "FUCK ME HARDER, DOMINIC! DESTROY ME!"

I bury my face between her thighs, licking and sucking on her clit, licking her juices off her pussy lips, only to have her desire drip on my tongue. I lick and suck on her clit until she’s muffling her screams against my desk. I take my last taste and stand, sliding my fingers inside her. I need to dominate her, make her body respond to me, so I thrust my fingers in and out of her, making her moan loudly, wanting to feel her body contracting around my fingers. It doesn’t take her long. My little dragon is so responsive to me that her body is contracting hard around my fingers within minutes. I pull my fingers out of her and smack her pretty little ass. “Arch higher,” I say licking her juice