Nyc Dommes Novels & Stories

Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission.

She calmed down and said, “My name is Cyrene Lowe and I’m from the Medusa Dames. My leader sent me to find you. She would like to invite you for a meal in our club.” Zayn felt rather astonished by her response. The Medusa Dames would invite him for a meal? What were they intending? Did they want it to get him on their side or kill him? He learned about the Medusa Dames from Joe and found that it was a club of mainly women. Their members were trained in Aphroditeux Wrestling. Every member was beautiful and highly skilled at wrestling. They were capable of seducing all the men in the world, and their leader’s skills were even more outstanding!

Maybe. I was in a happy mood on my way back. Humming a soft tune as I weaved my way through the crowd. However, my mood did not stay that way. As I was waiting for the bus, I heard one girl squeal to her friend excitedly, “Dom is coming to New York to shoot a film!” My mood instantly took a one-eighty degree turn.

I should have known better than to challenge Dominic, the girl who is able to transform herself to whatever the fuck she wanted if it meant winning a battle, and now, she transformed herself into the world’s hottest woman. Dominic walked in with high waisted skinny jeans and crop top which stopped by her upper stomach, showing off the defined abs which screamed nothing but success. On top of her crop top was a black leather jacket, similar to the one she wore to her street fights except this one had a small 'D' at the back by its collar, representing her. But it wasn't just the simple outfit that made her look good, nor was it the makeup that she had perfected- although it deserved complimen

“Ah. I’m familiar with the Capaldi family. Domitus is an interesting individual. I’ve ran into him a few times. He’s got a sex club that I’ve visited.” I raised an eyebrow. “Really? I don’t think I’ve ever met Domitus. He’s a cousin, isn’t he?” Louis nodded. “I think there’s more of them. They’ve got Capaldi’s in Boston, New York, Los Angeles, and Miami as far as I know.” “Interesting.” I checked my cell phone to see that there was a text from Daniela. Please get here. Niccolo’s being an asshole. “And my job is to make Niccolo jealous?” he asked.

Donovan Enterprises occupied the top fourteen floors of a glass tower in the financial district that caught the morning light and threw it back at you like a warning. I stood on the pavement outside for a moment, looking up at it. In my previous life I had never had a reason to come here. I had read about it afterward, in the examination articles, described as a memorial to one man's refusal to accept limitations, the journalist had meant it admiringly, reading it after the collapse, it had just sounded like a tribute, not this time. I pushed through the revolving door. The lobby was everything the building promised from the outside.

14 Regent Street. Each residence was separated by at least 100 yards. Towering walls and private parking areas stood between neighboring estates. It was easy to imagine just how massive each property was. Dominic got out first and saw a woman walking toward him from inside the gate. When she saw him, she said, "Happy Mardi Gras. May I ask who you're here to see?" Dominic smiled. "Happy Mardi Gras to you too. I'm here to see Jessica." "You're here for Miss Hale?" The woman hesitated briefly before replying, "Please wait a moment. I'll inform them."

she stared at the broken glass at the floor as she slowly approached us. “Just a little accident darling.” Alpha Drake answered and snaked his arm around the woman’s waist. “By the way, this is my wife, Luna Frandale. Darling, this is Amelia.” Luna Frandale extended her hand and I subconsciously accept it. “Nice meeting you Amelia. Please feel at home and don’t hesitate to come to me if you need anything okay?” Her smile is too friendly and I can’t take my eyes away from her beauty.

Dominic (Dom), my wolf, is pacing in anticipation to complete our bond with her, as I am trying to reason with him that she is not ready, yet he insists she is. Our internal dispute is interrupted as Damen’s hands lift her sexy ass up, slides her pants off her, waits until Sam brings my pants down, before softly placing her back on my painfully hard cock. Fuck, these evil shits are egging us on. The only thing separating her pussy and my cock is the thin fabric of her sheer satin panties.

The girl shrank back, but her face was plastered ahead. She squinted, trying to read the name on the neon sign above their heads. Dom Krovi. It was a joint she recognized, infamous for taking young girls off the road then tag and ship them to some foreign country or keep them for use, neither was better. Dom Krovi was owned by a Russian mob, and they weren't people to mess with. A man's back appeared, blocking Hannah's petrified face.