Nyc Dommes Novels & Stories

My daughter, Olivia, was at University, so when I was home from work, it gave me plenty of time to chat to these dominant women online. And one day I got a message. When I clicked on it, I saw her username was "YoungDomme". YoungDomme: Hey there, your profile really interested me, so I wanted to reach out and say Hi. Young domme? I thought, then I typed back. SubMan40: Hello, thank you for the message. Can I ask how young you actually are? YoungDomme: I'm 18, but I like older, submissive men. The only problem is it seems a lot of older men have trouble being told what to do by such a young woman. Is that you?

Dom looked at the two beauties, practically drooling. Quinn and Mia felt a wave of disgust watching him. However, this was the Path Seeking Sect's territory, after all, and they were somewhat dependent on others' hospitality. It would not be good to have a falling out with this lecher. "I'm Quinn, and this is my junior, Mia. Is there something you need from us, Dom?" Quinn gave a slight bow, introduced herself and Mia, then asked. "Seeing two such gorgeous ladies, I wonder if both of you are spoken for? If not—"

She smiles up at him, “No problem, Babe.” He raises an eyebrow, “Trying it out… no?” He shrugs, “Maybe not. I’ll keep working on it.” He chuckles, and Johnny has retaken his seat, and looks pale. Good. She turns to Dom, “Anything interesting showing up in the data from New York?” He frowns, “Maybe, I’m not sure what I’m looking at yet. Numbers are my thing, but this is infuriating.” She looks at Ash,

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.”

“You needed to stay in a full party-girl mode for Connolly.” “Am I really a party-girl, Dom?” she asked. Capturing his hand in hers, Samaire lifted his torturing finger to her mouth and gently nipped it, watching his eyes widen. “Yes, darling,” Dominic replied, “you are.” “Am I YOUR party-girl?” “Yes, you are my party-girl…”

I ask trying to be brave, I don't want to be locked in, not again. "You're dad biological daughter, we're all a family, his last words were to protect you. We won't be able to see you with just some random dom." Adam starts, there's no blood relation for sure, I'm only half a breed or that's what Rocco called me that day. "We want you to take one of us as your dom. I'm a daddy dom, Adam is a master, and Mouse is a dominant. No matter your classification, we'll be able to help you knowing you'll be safe" Rocco says.

“Those ladies are willing to marry you.” Within one week, Tony had brought a lot of girls to Dominic but he plainly rejected all of them. He had spent his weekend, searching for girls in the state; strippers, pleasure houses, graduates, and professional ladies who were willing to comply with the terms and conditions. But when Dominic glanced at any of them, without asking further questions he'll send them away. The persistent ones were tossed aside by the securities. “Mr. Morello, can you just specify the type of lady you want? A curvy woman, a slim lady, a—”

“I bet it was. I was saying maybe after the book release we could all meet for lunch? Us, Emily and her husband Mike?” “I certainly wouldn’t think otherwise. Of course, we’ll meet.” “Then it remains settled. Dominic, can you drive Emily home? I assume you’re staying somewhere you rented?” “That’s right, but there’s no need to bother. I can take a taxi.” “No way! New York is not like London. The streets can be very dangerous at this hour.” “Okay, then if you insist...” Dominic turned his worried eyes to me. “Lock the door as soon as we leave and don’t open it to anyone. When I come back, we have some very serious talking to do.”

Dominic and I had been together for eight years. He was the Don of the Moretti family. In New York's underworld, everyone called me Donna. Three years ago, we had a wedding at St. Patrick's Cathedral. Every major mob boss in America showed up. The whole thing was massive. But only I knew the truth. That marriage contract, the one that would've given me legal protection—Dominic never signed it. Today was his victory party for taking over Brooklyn territory. It was also the seventeenth time he'd promised to take me to City Hall after the party ended.

Various luxury cars filled the parking lot of Dome Restaurant. Dome Restaurant was a symbolic five-star restaurant in Coast City. Its renovation and decor were quite similar to Homer’s Feast of Khanh City. The building had four levels with the top floor being an open-air banquet hall. Just like Castle in the Sky of Homer’s Feast, this banquet hall was never open for service unless there was a significant event going on. Today, the open-air banquet hall was open to the public as the southernmost elite Quintus family’s young master, Yulian Quintus, had invited twenty-two prominent figures from Riverdale Province to dine with him.