Nyc Dommes Novels & Stories

This was my moment to shine, to earn the money I desperately needed. As I continued to dance, I couldn't help but scan the crowd for familiar faces. High-profile businessmen and celebrities often frequented the club, their identities hidden behind masks. As I made my signature moves, my eyes met those of a masked DOM. He looked different and unfamiliar. Despite not being able to see the faces of Doms, I could easily recognize our usual members by the color and shape of their eyes, but this DOM, I was sure I hadn’t seen him before. He was fully masked, with only his lips and piercing green eyes visible.

“About The Dome.” He nodded. “Yeah. Why not?” “What’s The Dome?” I asked quickly. The taller guard turned back to me. “It’s a nightclub a few blocks from here. Big place, lots of people. I heard they’re hiring waiters right now. And here’s the good part, they’ve got staff accommodation. If you land the job, you’ll have a roof over your head without paying for a hotel.” My heart skipped. “They… they give rooms?” “Yeah,” the shorter one confirmed. “Nothing fancy, but at least it’s safe and warm.”

"And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?" Chad rounded the table in two long strides, pulling her to her feet and crushing her against his chest. "You'll just have to wait and see," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "But I promise you one thing - by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll forget all about Karen and every other demon plaguing your mind. I'll fill you up with so much pleasure and adoration that you'll be drunk on it for days." Cassandra shivered, desire and anticipation thrumming through her veins like wildfire. "Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, tilting her head back in blatant invitation.

“Great, so where do we begin?” There are only two others in the class, another Dom and a Domme. I’ve only seen two females come through here, training to be a Domme, so it’s interesting to watch when they train both female and male subs. I think they are a bit crueler than a Dom, but also more caring, if that makes sense at all. The one in this class goes by the name Mistress Skye, but she is also a Mommy Domme, meaning that she likes her submissive to act like a little kid, called a Little. That’s not for me at all. Ella can call me Daddy all she wants, but I want my sub to act like her real age. To each their own, I guess.

Some people have contracts where they are in a Dom/sub relationship whereas others like me stay single and have one night stands. It's a little more difficult for me to find doms because I'm female to male transgender. I've had top surgery but not bottom so I still have a front hole. The testosterone I take has made my former clit grow to be an inch long so the doms I get with just refer to it as my dick. Majority are very accepting, although there are some assholes but Marcus deals with them. He's the Master Dom of the club, he's in charge and looks out for everyone.

Dom suddenly glances at his watch that was clasped in his hand and seems to be drowning in his thoughts. "Fuck! There is a restroom on the second floor sir, it was in front of the department store, it is still under construction but no one is working there now. I will follow after a minute, sir." Dom said causing Nick and me to look at each other and smile knowingly. "Okay, see you there, Dom," I replied at him and I smirk at Nick when I saw him trying to flirt with Dom by biting his lower lip causing Dom to swallow his saliva and his dick twitching inside his tight pants.

I asked although I already knew. "My loft. It has all the privacy we need." Privacy. I smiled. "Perfect." The door slid open, exposing the breathtakingly beautiful penthouse. The first thing I noticed were the floor to ceiling windows and the dark shape of a building on the opposite side. Dominic's words echoed in my mind. 'Some of my men and I would be on the opposite building ready to blow his brain out.' Could he see me right now? The night was a midnight blue, an array of stars littered the sky and complimented the bright orange city lights. I didn't have time to marvel at the view when I froze suddenly

Krystal, who had been drinking water absentmindedly, almost choked when she heard Dom's name. "You're Dom Livingston?" She blinked, finding it hard to believe. "You're the Dom who went on blind dates, added girls on F******k or Line, and deleted them within two hours?" Dom nodded irritably. ***

It was far too big but she wrapped it around herself and padded barefoot toward the kitchen, following the smell of coffee. Dom was leaning against the counter, already dressed in dark jeans and a white t-shirt that looked effortlessly perfect. He had his phone in one hand and a coffee mug in the other, scrolling through what was probably his own avalanche of notifications. When he saw her, his expression shifted from focused to something warmer. "There she is," he said, dropping his phone. "The most talked-about woman in New York." "Don't remind me." Cassie crossed to the coffee maker, desperate for caffeine. "Have you seen the headlines? They're calling me everything from a genius to compl

She’d hand-picked five of them, all with glowing reviews and five-star ratings. They were all hot, muscles, sculpted physiques, and the kind of looks that turned heads, but one in particular caught my eye. His name was Dominic. African-American, strikingly handsome, but there was something about him that didn’t sit right with me. The kind of man who’d have women, hell, anyone, flicking around him like moths to a flame. He lived in Hudson Yards. A self-defence instructor, apparently. But to afford a place like that? He had to be hiding secrets.