Pleasure Dom Erotica Novels & Stories

Get on your knees, remember you are on a tight collar, and beg for my piss. The taboo word sent a shiver through me, nasty and dirty in exactly the way I craved. This dom pulled something deeper out of me, proving again that he matched every one of my darker wants. I stroked myself slowly, building myself back up again. DomCraver: I’m kneeling now, Dom, with the collar in mind. Please, mark me with your piss.

She was in control, taking what she wanted, using me for her pleasure, and I fucking loved it. I sat up, wrapping my arms around her, kissing her neck, her collarbone, anything I could reach. Our breaths mixed, our moans filled the room. She clenched around me, sending shocks of pleasure through my spine. “Fuck, Dom… you’re the best,” she gasped, her voice raw with pleasure. That was all it took. I couldn’t hold back. I gripped her tighter, driving up into her as I let go, my release surging through me. She cried out, her own body trembling as she shattered with me.

Mine. The sensations were overwhelming. The delicious, burning stretch of him. The hard edge of the desk digging into her ass. The slap of skin, loud and obscene. The coarse fabric of his trousers against her inner thighs. The sheer, dominant power in every movement as he used her body for his pleasure.

My core wept with moisture. He set a ruthless rhythm and thrust his hips back and forth. The friction generated intense heat. My nipples rubbed against his cock head with every stroke. I arched my back. A whimper escaped my sealed lips. The pleasure pooled in my lower belly. It built into a sharp pressure. Dominic reached between my legs. His fingers found my wet core. He rubbed my hard nipples in time with his thrusts. The combination shattered my control. I clamped my hand over my mouth. White-hot pleasure exploded through my veins. My toes curled. My body shuddered in a silent, violent climax.

Her Dom angles her face toward the man standing to her left, who is rapidly stroking himself, before releasing his fluid right into her open mouth. “Swallow it,” her Dom demands coldly. She obeys instantly, letting out another deep groan as the other two men surrounding her, who are also masturbating, release across the smooth olive skin of her bare back. As they do, she arches her spine and thrusts her backside out further. The stranger with the massive length thrusts even deeper into her pussy until almost all of it vanishes inside her. Then, her Dom settles his fingers firmly over her clit. “Do you want to come, slave?”

Hooking the fingers buried in her slick flesh upward, toward her navel, Damiano made her gasp as a whole new dimension to the pleasure zipped through her body, joining up with the mass of need congealing deep inside her. Oh, wow… this one was going to kill her. But she'd die with a smile on her face. The storm of need gathered, building, building. It went down, anchoring between her legs right where his mouth moved over and over her clit, blowing her mind. Thea held her breath, legs tense, back bowed. “Oh, Damiano!” The mass of erotic tension exploded. She cried out again, convulsing, as pure red pleasure shot down her legs, ricocheted through her belly, zinged up to her head, then back betw

They why all my mouth could utter are moans of pleasure and wanting? When he’s completely inside me, he stopped moving and started kissing my lips hungrily like the thread of his patience is just a millimeter at most. I could feel him inside me, truly feel him. This is so new, the feeling, the way this affects me, the way I’m liking having sex with a man not my husband, this is pure pleasure. A Sinful Pleasure. He started pulling out slowly and I cried as I felt my flesh followed the rhythm of his move.

I’ve even tried explaining the ecstasy of having a cock stretch your pussy open but she still gets all weird about me using anything but my fingers. I slid another finger in and curved them towards her sweet spot as I continued pushing in and out of her. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” I breathed against her, feeling my own arousal build inside of me. Just my two fingers made her tiny hole stretch for me and it made me want more. I wanted to see her lips spread and grip a fat dildo so fucking bad. Or to fuck her with a strap-on. God, just the thought made me shudder. My own pussy ached to be played with but I liked letting it build until by the end of the night I just couldn’t fucking take it anymo

As she was only wearing lingerie, Julianne instinctively pressed herself closer to the shelf. I tried to suppress the surge of desire rising inside me, yet my hand moved almost on its own as I unclasped her bra. "Ah!" She let out a soft cry and looked at me nervously as she whispered, "Don't… I'm scared." I leaned closer. "Did that feel good? Be honest." She stayed silent for a long moment before finally answering in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "It did." She shut her eyes as she said it, and tears slid down her cheeks. "It did feel good. Are you happy now? I'm a slut. You played me like a fiddle, and I actually liked it…"

She enjoyed it completely wanting to be his doll. She arched her side begging for more. He slows, then smacks her on her pussy lips. She let out a scream of pain and ecstasy. She wants him and wants to belong to him. “You've been a very good girl. My pumpkin doll, you deserve a reward.” Dominic hums, fingers caressing her dripping pussy. “Thank you Zaddy.” she breathed He picks a feather from the table and slides it lower down her belly, stopping at her pussy. “You're soaked already, see you dripping all over my sheet,” he muttered