How To Dom Novels & Stories

“Fuck me harder, Daddy!” Doug groaned as he felt his throbbing cock lunge in and out of Lily’s tight cunt, as he took her virginity. He pounded her harder and harder as her tight little pussy got hot and wet. “Put your fingers on your clit,” Doug commanded wanting to teach the little schoolgirl how to bring herself to orgasm as he pumped her small cunt. Lily did as she was instructed, reaching her right hand down between her legs, pushing her ass hard against Doug’s cock. Her pussy was slippery now and Doug struggled not to cum as he felt the incredible tightness wrapped around his shaft.

Samuel flirted with me. I would like to say it was the words that did him in but the wink he gave me broke Dom. Doms growl made my body vibrate next to him. "Dom...baby...he's only trying to piss you off. Look...he's laughing right now. Calm down I'm yours. I'm only yours. Always." I whisper to him as I rub his bicep.

“Your daddy’s friends are running a train on you in his dining room, and you’re still talking shit. I fucking love it.” He fucks me hard and fast, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip with bruising force. Dom doesn’t have Vincent’s patience or Marcus’s brutality. Dom fucks like it’s a sport — competitive and cocky and angled perfectly because he’s been watching the other three figure out what makes me cum and he’s using every piece of information against me. “Your little college boyfriend fuck you like this?” he pants, driving deep enough that I feel him in my chest.

I remember grumbling through that inhuman training, wandering when I would even ever need it. And now—here I am. Cloaked in Eleanor’s magic, crouched at the edge of a 4000-foot vertical drop, with nothing but stone and fog stretching into forever below. Dom is first. He moves over the edge like a shadow, his body a line of silent, fluid strength. No ropes. No tech. Just muscle, instinct, and control. He disappears into the mist, the only trace of him the faint scrape of boots against stone. He glances up once and signals.

It was a new message from him. Dominanttothecore: “Yes. You can call me Dom while we talk, and if we meet up, I demand it. It is good that you asked. I’ve read your profile, and I like what I see. But let me be clear, if you’re only looking for a quick thrill, I’m not the Dom for you. I want a steady, devoted play partner, someone I can push, test, and train, someone who learns my expectations, who obeys without hesitation, and who trusts me to take control and fulfill every need. In return, I will demand their loyalty, attention, and surrender because anything less will never be enough.”

she asks politely, her eyes dancing around my face. "I would love to register as a dom here, but only for the spirit of it. I don't care what the benefits are, that doesn't interest me," I tell her plainly. Frowning, she ticks her fingers before coming back with a reply for me. "Well, you need to have about ten million Euro in one of your accounts before being admitted as a club Dom, and from your family's record, I can assure you that you match the criteria without even flipping the book to check it out.

was all that Kira could get out as she nodded her head. “Good. Now on to the next rule. I need a word from you that you’ll use if I take things too far like a safeword,” Dom said. “hmm blue eyes” Kira picked the first word that came to mind. "Really?!He says laughing. Dom grinned. Kira watched as Rose went to the wall and chose a black blindfold, medieval looking clamps and a soft leather flogger. She then placed them under a machine, flipped a switch and a bright blue light shined on the items.

I whispered. "What's going on!" Vladimir shouted as an invisible force pushed him off me. I didn't realize what I was doing but I was chanting in a foreign language I could barely understand. "Kashi etu cati mati Li do Tu. How dare you attack a descendant of the great witches? " I could barely recognize my voice. I lifted my hand and everyone was lifted in mid-air including Vladimir. "You dare drink from a witch!" I shouted at him and dropped my hand.

Kai's fingers gently lifted my chin, our eyes locking in an intimate exchange. "You need to understand a few basic things," he began. "Are you familiar with the roles of a Dom and a submissive?" I shook my head in negation. "The Dom is the one who administers pleasure to the submissive, who's usually driven by their wild fantasies. The submissive has a safe word, which, when used, signals the Dom to stop the act if it becomes overwhelming." "And what should my safe word be?" I asked. "It should be something you dislike. For example, if you hate going to the beach, 'beach' could be your safe word," Kai suggested. I nodded, affirming his explanation.

The Dom asks and I don't recognise his voice. "Do whatever you want but you can't cum inside his front hole," Master says. The dominant behind me slaps my ass cheek before I feel him kneel down and push his dick against my lubed asshole. I relax and spread my knees apart, putting my hands behind my back so he can hold my wrists if he wants to.