A Dominant Man Novels & Stories

He didn’t want to hurt anyone ever again. The end of DOMINATED BY HIM, Check out my other book (Lost In Lust). Thank you awesome readers.

I also shared that working in my profession had changed me. “Someday,” I said dreamily, toying with the new linen napkin in my lap. “Someday I’ll do things differently.” “Growth takes time.” “I’ve become too sensitive.” He cocked his head. “Thena, I’m not sure if it’s the right time to tell you this, but I have a feeling about you. And I want you to know the truth about me.” He sipped his Perrier before continuing. “I’m a dominant and also a sadist. I like women pliant and submissive in the bedroom, and I like bondage and discipline.” He waited, poised, as if half expecting me to run out the door.

"I can handle anything you bring at me Mr GreenEyes!" That only angers him more. "I don't think so. Even with a broken arm, I'm one of the strongest men in our team!" I know this tactic. He's trying to distract me from the task at hand, so he can defeat me. "Oh? What team?" I ask sarcastically. Smirking, thinking he's managed it, he continues. "We are a Dom company. We collect dominants and train them, and find them submissive souls to use and abuse. We know what you do, and one of our clients wants you, and only you."

Chapter 68: You Are Such A Little Minx Baron Adamo is one the dominants who followed his training to become a member of the club at the same time as I did mine. A little less than five years ago. He is a dominant who invoked a lot of respect with his naturally strict aura and his very bulky body but when you get to know him, he turns out to be a rather soft doom. Always full of attention to his submissives.

Now, I was admittedly a bit lonely at home—it was turning me into a workaholic. “I see what she’s saying—long-term partners show commitment. It’s the same tactics they were using when I was raising Emma. People feel more secure when they’re dealing with family men.” When my daughter was all grown up and off to college, suddenly I was back to seeming like a bachelor to the general public—it didn’t matter how many family dinners we had, or times we let the paparazzi ‘catch us’ doing things together.

They listened excitedly as the women talked about how he liked to dominate a woman, it seemed that they had to do whatever it was he wanted or he would ‘punish’ them. ‘What do they mean by him punishing them?’ Trina whispered innocently and Jess blushed as she tried to explain, ‘He’s probably one of those BDSM Dominants, you know like that Christian Grey in Fifty Shades, seems since those films were released guys think they should all act like him. If you listen to the way these women are talking they all seem to want him to do it to them so you can understand why guys act like that..’ Jess explained and was surprised by her younger friend's reply,

The words hit something deep in my chest, something that had been wound tight for so long I'd forgotten what it felt like to breathe freely. When you're with him, you can just be a girl. Slowly, carefully, I let myself lean into his warmth. Let his arm come around me, let his strength support me for just a moment. But even as my body relaxed against his, my mind couldn't stop racing. What if this is all an act? What if he's just like everyone else, playing a longer game, waiting for the perfect moment to destroy me? Dominic was the most ruthless man I'd ever met. He'd built his empire on the bones of his enemies. He was capable of violence that would make hardened criminals weep.

He expected the book to end there but it continued further, going into what a fake dominant was. Someone who would take advantage of a submissive's loyalty. Fake dominants were known to be extremely dangerous. They lured in people who were new to the lifestyle and took advantage of them. He read carefully as the book explained signs of a fake dominant. The most important thing it discussed was how dangerous fake dominants were; they could be known to go past a submissive's limits and take advantage of the consent and trust they had been given.

However, Dominic only played with his hands, nothing more. Dominic stopped his hand and took a handkerchief under his jacket to clean his hands. He looked at the woman without expression, making those who stare shudder with horror. "You ask for more?" Dominic asked. Frightened, the woman weakly nodded. Dominic leaned forward and whispered something. "I want to, but I can't sleep with the same woman as my father. My bitch is classier than my father's bitch." Dominic put on his smirk smile The man he had met earlier was his father, Adam Archer. The man who didn't deserve to be called a father, according to Dominic.

I'd lick his blood after I stabbed him. God. I cover my eyes for a moment and breathe deeply to gain control of my emotions. I swear I'm not sex-deprived even though it's exactly what I'm thinking of right now. When I open them, King is watching me closely. Can he smell desire? I might need to crawl under the table and take my plate with me. "I'm dominant," he says and rubs the scar on his face. "My men are too. When someone looks us in the eye it's a challenge to our superiority."