Mommy Dom Stories Novels & Stories

She wore shorts and a tank top, and her skin looked flawless. Had he been mistaken? Were his memories false due to the drugs? But she had called him by name, hadn’t she? The sounds she made, her moans and sighs, were familiar. The moment between them had touched a part of him. It stirred something deep within him. How could he possibly feel anything like that…that connected with a stranger? Dominic flopped backward into the chair. He was doomed if what the mother and daughter told him was true. How could he ever convince Solo to return to him after having sex and a kid with her cousin? Knowing her personality, she would never forgive him.

“Every inch of you is swelling for me. Softer. Riper. Made to be owned.” For a while, she melted under my touch, but then the storm came. Reina twisted suddenly, eyes sharp and accusing. “How involved were you when your first baby mama was pregnant, Domenico? Did you hold her hair back when she was puking her guts out at 3 a.m.? Did you rub her swollen feet every single night like she begged you to? Or were you too busy fucking around and being the selfish bastard I know you can be?” The questions sliced through the air like daggers. I kept my face a mask of calm devotion, though irritation flickered deep in my chest. My hands never stopped their sensual massage, thumbs digging into the new

Another lady screamed Dom's name from afar. She rushed towards us and stopped just at our front, “Dom, are you a plumber?” She asked while she was busy smiling happily at him. “No, I'm not a plumber,” Dom responded coldly. He seemed to be tired of the ladies troubles already. “Oh my Dom. I thought you were a plumber. My pussy has been dripping, so I thought you could help me check it out.” The lady teased. She wasn't wearing a bra, just a tiny sticky pad on her nipples.

"Mom who is your Mistress?" Mom was still moaning and groaning. "I don't have a Mistress. I haven't had one since college." "I thought you were a natural submissive. If you don't have a Mistress, who tells you what to do?" Mom tried to think through her arousal. "I don't know, I guess I need to find a Dom or Domme." "I have one more truth for you, mom, and this time as you repeat it your arousal will double each time. The fifth time you will beg to cum. Do you understand?"

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

"Do it, Daddy. Please. Breed me. Fill me up." Dr. Webb's thrusts became frantic and erratic. He slammed into Leo with short, brutal jabs, each one grinding his cock as deep as physically possible. His jaw was clenched, the tendons in his neck standing out in stark relief. His hands gripped Leo's hips so tightly that bruises were already forming beneath the skin. "Say it again," Dr. Webb growled, his voice raw and broken. "Tell me who you belong to." "I belong to you, Daddy. My mouth, my ass, my cock, my cum. All of it belongs to you. I am your good boy. Your obedient little slut. Please give me your load."

“You don’t know what you’re doing.” “Baby, I’ve been a Dom for over ten years. I have got more experience with stubborn little subs than you do with Doms. You are nothing but a baby compared to me, and I’m going to prove it to you over and over again.” She stopped fighting me. Her teeth bit down onto her lip. “Stop that.” i pulled her lip from between her teeth. “You think you know what true pain is, but you have got no idea what is really wrong with you. Don’t worry. I can deal with you.”

"Oh, sweetheart, tonight is a little different. Your mommy is going to be on a very important TV show, and we should watch her." "But will we still watch our movie after?" Xander chimed in, his small hand tugging at David's sleeve. "Yes, buddy," David confirmed, ruffling Xander's hair affectionately. "As soon as Mommy finishes her TV talk, we'll start our movie night. I promise." "Will Mommy tell a story on TV?" Bella questioned, her face a picture of curiosity. David paused, considering how to explain it to his young children. "She'll talk about her life, sweetie. Things she's done, places she's been, kind of like when she tells you bedtime stories, but these will be stories about Mommy."

I was halfway to the kitchen when I heard it. “Ahh…” A loud moan came from Mom and Dominic’s bedroom. The door wasn’t fully closed. “Yes… oh fuck… Dom… ahh…” My feet stopped moving. I stood frozen in the hallway. Mom’s voice was getting louder, breathy and desperate. Then I heard Dominic’s deep voice, rough and commanding. “You like when I fuck you like this, huh?”

I know she’s choosing to ignore me. And then, a ding. I exhale sharply, grabbing my phone. My hands are shaking as I unlock it, desperate to see her name. But it’s not Sade. It’s Cheryl. “Hey, this is Cheryl, your baby mama. I’m filing an order for child support.” What. The. Fuck. I stare at the screen, my vision blurring with rage. What the fuck just happened? Sade’s POV After finishing my meal, Dom took the tray back to the kitchen. When he returned, shirtless, in those damn gray joggers, I had to swallow hard. The way they hung low on his hips, the way his muscles flexed with every step, this man was dangerous.