How To Dom Novels & Stories

He looked down at me, his eyes dark with a desire that felt more like possession than love. "Say it," he commanded, his voice vibrating against my lips. "I'm yours," I gasped, my heart hammering like a trapped bird. "Always," he whispered, before the world dissolved into the frantic, heated reality of his touch. He took me with a focused intensity, his movements rhythmic and demanding, driving every thought of the South Side from my mind until there was nothing left but the sound of our breathing and the heat of our skin. In those moments, I truly believed I was his wife. I believed the "romance" was real.

Ama excused herself and left. These meditations were for Emily to fight her way out when she was tied up as a hostage. Sui Fu taught her how to calm down when nervous so that she could concentrate on her environment. This meditation wasn't one she could just sit down and meditate on. It's the type where she would be tired up very tightly, blindfolded, and asked to release herself in less than five minutes.

she moaned, squirming, "yes..." David felt the knot in his stomach tighten almost painfully, "Dawn..." he breathed, his pupils dilating as he struggled to keep his gaze on her. He gripped her hips tighter but not hard enough to hurt her and with his head thrown back, his muscles convulsed. He couldn't take anymore, she was killing him, the erotic sounds she made, the sound of their wet arousal. He just couldn't, his became uneven, he was losing control and with one final grunt, he plunged forward, shuddering and shaking as he emptied himself, coming harder ever before — claiming her finally and indelibly as his own.

Dominic (Dom), my wolf, is pacing in anticipation to complete our bond with her, as I am trying to reason with him that she is not ready, yet he insists she is. Our internal dispute is interrupted as Damen’s hands lift her sexy ass up, slides her pants off her, waits until Sam brings my pants down, before softly placing her back on my painfully hard cock. Fuck, these evil shits are egging us on. The only thing separating her pussy and my cock is the thin fabric of her sheer satin panties.

"No." Slap! A hot, tingling, painful sting landed on my thighs. “Now.” I slowly parted my knees, opening my wet warmth to the cool air of the dark room. Dom was serious. If I pushed one more time, I was sure I would regret it. "Hold your legs wide apart, Diane," he commanded, his voice dropping into a dark growl. "If you try to close them, I am going to go hard on you." I heard him reach down into his tactical pocket. There was a quiet click, and then a low, rhythmic hum filled the room.

I admitted, feeling heat touch my cheeks. I ran my hand down his shaft and felt it pulse in my hand. I repeated the motion, making sure to keep my eyes on his face. When I touched the sensitive head, he groaned in response. Feeling empowered, I smiled and became more daring. When I put him inside my mouth, he went completely still and tightened his hold on my hair. "You don't like that?" I asked, feeling a pop when I took him out. "Fuck No!" Dominic said, breathing heavily. "Go on"

“I like you and would like to taste you.'' he spoke firmly and brought out his hands to me. “Come with me.'' He ordered. Just at the sound of his voice, I stood up from the couch and followed him. We walked past few rooms before he stood in front of a room and opened the door wide open for me to go in. I glared at the door and was depriving myself of going in, but I couldn't. The power that this DOM held was too powerful for me to resist. With trembling legs, I stepped into the room, and just when he was about closing the door, I noticed DOM Tim at the door. Seeing him standing there, I signed in relief and locked eyes with him, begging him to save me, even though I couldn't say it out loud.

“She—she wanted it, man. She was dancing like she—” Dom’s other hand came up and grabbed Lincoln by the jaw, fingers digging in hard. He slammed Lincoln’s head back against the car again, harder this time. The thud made me flinch. Blood started dripping from Lincoln’s nose, dark and fast. “Do not lie to me,” Dom said. His voice didn’t rise. It stayed low and even, but there was something in it that made the hair on my arms stand up. “She said no. And you still tried to take what she didn’t want to give. That makes you a coward. And if you ever come near her again — if I ever see you look at her, speak to her, or even think about touching her — I will find you. I will break your hands so you

I’m right there, balanced on a razor’s edge, shaking, pleading wordlessly. “Please, Dom,” I sob, my voice raw. “I’ll do anything. Please let me come.” DomTheBoss69: Anything? “Anything! I’ll be your good girl, I’ll be your filthy slut, whatever you want!” DomTheBoss69: Look at your door. I freeze. My bedroom door, which is always cracked open during streams, is now wide open. And standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his phone in his hand is Dominic.

' I asked curiously. He took the book from me and explained. 'The Dom or the Dominant is the person whether male/female, who takes control and gives commands in a BDSM relationship or scene. In our relationship, I am the Dom and people like me are typically the ones who initiate and guide the activities, setting boundaries and ensuring the submissive's safety and consent.