Nyc Dommes Novels & Stories

“Actually, I’ve got my eyes on two spaces. Check these out.” He handed over the screen. Dominic’s brows lifted. One was sleek and well-placed, right in the heart of Auckland. The other, simpler but newer, was just one street from the land he’d chosen. He tapped the more luxurious one. “This one.” “Premium location, presence, great optics.” Dylan nodded. Then scratched his head. “What?” Dominic asked. “Well... this might be awkward, but I owe you the truth. The property belongs to a heiress that you uh — well know.”

I decide to leave the kitchen behind and call a pizza place nearby. I put a series on N*****x to watch, while I wait for the pizza place to arrive. Forty minutes go by and I hear my stomach growling. I can't wait any longer, and, already impatient, I think about going downstairs to see if the delivery man has arrived yet, but I give up, because this idea is a bit clueless. I imagine that because of the time that has passed, he is close to arriving - at least I hope so. I go to my room, put on a jacket, long enough to cover my pajamas and not show that I am without a bra. Already ready, I wait for the doorman to call on the intercom.

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

Dominic didn’t like the itchy feeling on his scalp or the goosebumps that trailed down his spine. He’d been taught to trust his instincts and his was giving him all the signs of impending danger. He opened the second folder, the one on Dante and scanned through the first page. There was nothing impressive there. He seemed like an average Joe until Dominic read the third page. “Fuck!” Dominic pushed his chair back in shock and disgust just as Gage opened the study door. “There’s not much that shocks you,” Gage said. “Dante De Santis breaks in the whores they import from overseas. The very ones working the seedy houses on the lower side of the city that Conrad voted against.”

Avery looked at the papers, at the sleeping face of her mother, and then at Dominic. Dominic’s jaw dropped. The "Ice King" looked utterly, hilariously human in his shock. He looked at Avery the girl he had 'rented' to save his image only to realize she was the one woman in New York who could buy and sell his rivals before breakfast. "Well," Dominic murmured, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face as he pulled her back into his arms, his grip tighter than ever. "It seems our 'transaction' just became a merger of equals. I believe Celeste is currently at the gala, crying into her champagne."

“I’m a nurse. What do you do?” “I’m an interior designer. I’ve designed a lot of buildings in New York and several other cities and states. That was how Dom and I met. I designed his penthouse suite a few years ago.” Aimee says, her over-the-top British accent makes it a lot easier to hate her more. “Oh.” I turn to look at Dominique, thanking my stars I’m a good actress and the jealousy and irritation I'm feeling right now are not showing on my face. “You two used to date?”

I didn’t question and got in the car while Dom did the same, a look of worry on his face as he sat in the driver’s seat. “Isn’t this the Bratva area?” Dom shook his head and started driving. “The entirety of New York is Cosa Nostra and every corner of Manhattan, Queens and Brooklyn belongs to the Vitales. Bratva is just stealing food from us and living in the dirt like the rats they are. He’ll take that asshole to the nearest warehouse, and probably butcher him, castrate him, and then decapitate him.” “Are you trying to scare me?” “Is it working?” His mouth twitched to a smirk, but it disappeared just as immediately.

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.

"We have two very upscale private clubs, and the members are very carefully screened. Very few people invite others to play at their homes, unless they're in a relationship. Or the beginning of one." The image of her last visit to the club at home, slammed into her, Chad bound and chained beneath a spotlight bracketed by Marie Delong and Nadia Varek. Two women who made a habit of poaching on other Domme's territory. What had they said to Chad, done to him, given him to convince him to betray her that way? Would she ever forget the sight of one woman taking his cock in her mouth while the other played with a vibrator at his ass? She shut her eyes, hoping to wipe the image from her mind.

On my first day here, when that bastard attacked me, Noah mentioned his name, and later Jen told me he owns the Hell Club, a place just like this one. “Well, if you came as referrals from him, are you familiar with this world?” “Yes, the three of us have already had our Doms,” Lara told me. “And we are looking for new ones,” Amber informed me, and I saw her eyes shift toward our table. Dominic had just arrived and was standing beside Taylor. “As long as you don’t look for any of those, you’ll be fine,” Sammy warned her when she saw her looking at the Dom. “We don’t mess with Doms under contract, unless they ask,” Amber told Sammy.