The Dom's Dungeon

I love a good BDSM book and with the right Dom, it makes it all the more better. But what makes the ultimate Dom?

Is it in the way they carry themselves, with purpose or swagger? Or the way they make you wait in anticipation, with your insides churning with the knowledge of what's to come? It's in the precise way they bound you, the whispered words they say, and the heavy hand that stings.

Okay, okay, I'm getting ahead of myself here. So to answer this question of who is the ultimate Dom, we've asked fellow bloggers, readers and erotica romance authors to pick who is their favorite Dom. Here are your choices...

















 Excerpt:

For the millionth time she wondered how this was happening – how she’d let this happen. And yet, it felt powerful somehow. Mark said he would push her, but, more important, she was pushing herself to explore these fantasies she’d been hiding for so long.

“Are you ready?”
Her belly quivered with nerves and anticipation. “Yes.” She braced herself on the floor.
She heard his boots thudding as he circled her. “Can you follow instructions?”
“Yes.”
“Then why are you still wearing your panties?”

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Excerpt:

She walked to the edge and perched gingerly, hands clasped in her lap. He moved with grace and elegance that was a contradiction to the rough, animalistic way he’d fucked her mouth just an hour before. He was indeed a contradiction, one that intrigued her. Outwardly he seemed so civilized, so refined. He was the epitome of culture, a consummate gentlemen. And yet there was a caveman buried under the polished exterior. A man driven by his needs and desires. A man who quite simply wouldn’t accept less.

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He leaned forward, an elbow braced on the table. His gaze poured directly into her, molten and unrelenting. “Do you understand what it means to submit to a man? Completely surrender?”
Morgan tried to suck in a breath, stunned to find it ragged beyond her control. His eyes flared hot with approval.
“T-this isn’t about me, “ she argued breathlessly. “I just need to relate the concept to the-“
“How can you relate without a taste of it, cher? A little nibble ain’t gonna hurt you.” The smile he flashed her could only be termed pure sin. “You might even like it.”
That’s exactly what Morgan was afraid of.

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