Mommy Dom Kink Novels & Stories

Her face was buried in the pillows, drool running down her chin, her breath coming in hot, panting gasps. And in her head? Dominic. Dominic with his belt wrapped around her neck, holding her like a leash while he fucked her from behind. Dominic with her legs pinned to his shoulders, pounding into her pussy so hard she forgot her own name. Dominic licking his cum off her face while growling, “Good girl… take it all, fucking take it.” “Daddy…” she whimpered into the pillow. Her hips moved faster. Rougher. Her pussy grinding against the sheets, clit dragging on every seam.

My free hand shoved under my dress and grabbed one of my tits, squeezing hard, pinching the nipple until it hurt. “Fuck—Daddy—use me—” I fucked myself with the toy like I was trying to break it. Hard, deep strokes that made wet sounds fill the room. My hips rolled to meet every thrust. I kept moaning his name like a prayer. Like a curse. Like the only word that mattered. “Stretch my cunt… please… pull out and make me taste it… fill me up and make me clean your cock…” I was so gone I didn’t hear the footsteps in the hallway.

His hands mauled her tits, milk-like beads of sweat flying. \"Beg for my cum, breeder slut.\" He spanked her clit, the sting pushing her over again—another squirt arcing into the nave, soaking a front-row devotee's cloak. \"Fill me, Father—knock me up in front of them all!\" Dominic roared, flipping her missionary once more, pinning her legs back to her shoulders. He hammered deep, cockhead battering her cervix, the obscene bulge visible in her abdomen.

Kinks: bdsm, female dom, male sub, powerplay, rough sex The office door clicks shut behind him, sealing us in my private therapy room. Dim lights cast shadows over the leather couch and the sturdy restraint bench in the corner. He's my patient, that eager 28-year-old with wide eyes and a body begging for control. I stand tall in my black leather corset and thigh-high boots, my curves hugged tight, feeling the power surge through me, expert in breaking men like him. He sits on the edge of the couch, fidgeting, his shirt already unbuttoned from our 'session talk' about his submission cravings.

I close my eyes and just enjoy the humming of her moaning on my cock as she comes. When I look back down at my dirty little girl, I realize something, “The only thing you’re missing is the pain, huh? How good of a Dom can I be if I forget what you love the most?” I try saying sympathetically, “Play with your clit,” I instruct as I remove my hand from it.

His dark eyes hold mine, intense and unyielding, while the subtle bulge in his trousers hints at the arousal building between us. "You're beautiful like this," Daddy murmurs, reaching down to trace his thumb along my lower lip, his touch firm yet gentle, sending a shiver racing down my spine. The dominance in his gaze wraps around me like a velvet restraint, making my skin tingle with submission, my nipples tightening against the fabric of my bra as I lean into his hand.

“Mommy!” “Your mommy is dead, little brat!” The woman spat at her. "I'll only let go of your hair if you show me your father's safe." Jenny got increasingly angry when she saw how loud Hayley’s cries were getting, landing two slaps on her face so she would keep quiet.

Angela sat on the carpet, engrossed in her picture book, completely unaware of her brother's whereabouts as she immersed herself in her own world. Todd turned on the computer, although its specifications were a bit low, it had no problem with a little manipulation. His slender fingers tapped away on the keyboard, and the computer screen turned blue, displaying lines of code. Mommy was a coding genius. And he, he was a master at cracking codes, commonly known as a hacker. He effortlessly hacked into the DeRoss Group's website. He made a copy of all the client information on the website and publicly posted it on a foreign domain address on a certain website.

Her moans slip between my lips, and our tongues dominantly graze one another. She steps back. "You naughty boy, I didn't order you to bite my nipple and kiss me." She licks her lips. "I wanted you to taste my juices when I squirt in your mouth, Daddy," she says innocently. "That sounds very nice, baby girl, but not tonight. Daddy needs to fuck so get your sexy little pussy on my cock right now." "You demanding little thing, I thought I was in control," she purrs. Who would believe that Annabel has started behaving like a Dom?

She kneels with an enticing blend of vulnerability and strength, each curve of her body poised to invite. With an alluring gaze that radiates both confidence and anticipation, she waits for my commands, embodying the thrill of the moment. If only she realized that tonight, I seek merely to blow off steam and escape the haunting memories of Shelly, even if just for a fleeting night. This is precisely why I cannot bring Shelly into this world of shadows with me. I am a Dom—a dominant partner in the intricate dance of BDSM, where power exchange is not just a game, but a carefully crafted experience. The Dom takes charge, guiding the actions within this realm, always ensuring safety and consent.