A Dominant Man Novels & Stories

Pine slowly stood, viper-strike fast, hands planted on his desk as he leaned intimidatingly across its shining expanse. "You forget yourself. Without my backing, your precious company is carrion for every wolf salivating at the scent of blood on the air." His smile was pure menace. "Carefully consider where true power still lies between us, Vivian, before overplaying so very foolishly this round." They stared each other down, his wintry contempt scouring her remaining nerve. Before despair could set in, white hot defiance reared up inside her. She would not grovel at this manipulator's feet after coming so far.

“I am not good at doing that.” “Then, I’ll teach you how to follow them.” “Are you a BDSM kind of guy?” My question must have startled the man. He coughed for a few seconds and his eyes wore confusion. “What?” he questioned while his contact with my face became loose. “Why?” That question led to showing a glint of desire. “Is that your kind of thing?” “Not really. But I can’t help but get the feeling that you love to dominate.” He laughed. “Carrie… I am the motherfucking Mafia King… well, Mafia King to be. Of course, I love to dominate. If I were a sissy, I would be the gang’s doormat and I wouldn’t be standing in front of you.”

He cinched his arms around the man, straining every muscle, but the man wasn't having it. Sensing Dominic's weakness, the man bucked him off with brutal force, sending Dominic's head crashing into the bed frame again. "Stay away from her!" Dominic yelled, struggling to his feet. The man sneered at Dominic. "You're one stubborn dude. Time for a lesson." He stalked towards him, knife raised, but Dominic dodged out of the way just in time, grabbing the man's wrist and twisting it. However, his weakness gave the man the upper hand, and he easily overpowered him, plunging the knife into his left arm.

Dominic bellowed, his voice sounding entirely detached from humanity. With a brutal, ruthless backhand, Dominic threw his men away. His supreme strength sent Shane crashing violently into the stone hearth, while Garrett was thrown across the room, slamming hard into the broken remains of the wardrobe. Neither of them could stand against him. He was no longer their reasonable majesty; he was a psycho, an unstable monster entirely untethered from reality. Dominic spun around, his pitch-black eyes locking onto the solid stone wall of the chamber, the very wall where he had her pinned just a few days ago. A wild, manic denial gripped his brain.

My voice rises. “A good partner should be submissive to his husband,” he says with a straight face. I almost laugh. “This from the man who ruined my life? You want submission now?” His jaw ticks. “I’m older and dominant." Now I laugh. “Delusions of grandeur. Does your therapist know how bad it’s gotten?” It’s a miracle that smoke hasn’t erupted from his ears. He raises his shoulder and chin, glaring down at me, boasting his 5ft difference. “I’m the dominant one,” he snarls. “You’ll do as I say.”

The man had one of the juiciest asses I'd ever beheld. I bit his right ass cheek as I removed the key from my necklace. Reaching down and around his body, I unlocked his penis from the cage that he wore long term. Within moments, his dick was hard and long in my hands. He moaned around Johan's cock, but didn't do anything else he didn't have permission for. Romeo was born to be a sub. He thrived under submission. While I wasn't his permanent Dominant, I did share the duty of Dominant with a guy friend. Between the two of us, we made sure Romeo had his needs met.

“But I’d like to hear it from you. In your own words.” Dominic leaned forward slightly, folding his hands in front of him. There was something almost predatory in the way he moved, as if he were used to being in control of every situation. I couldn’t help but notice how perfectly he fit the image of the billionaire—the tailored suit, the sharp features, the cold confidence that radiated off of him. He was the embodiment of power.

“We are here to control direction.” Every word was Measured.. “We focus on long term dominance. Not temporary wins.” She paused. Then added softly, “Power does not need to announce itself. It simply… exists.” Silence. Then and eruption of applause. Dominic didn’t clap. He couldn’t. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for water. “Sir?” his assistant whispered. Dominic did not answer him and just kept on drinking. “She’s alive…” he thought. “She’s married…to that bastard”

"Yeah, that day was one of the best days of my life and it just keeps getting better..." Just then, another man in a suit walks out from the backroom, saying, "Shade, are you talking about me again?" Shade turns and smiles. I don't miss the pure love in his eyes as he looks at his mate. Before he can even answer, the other man walks over and places a dominant kiss on his lips. I smile this time as I work out why he didn't want to admit his mate was a man. In just the small amount of time he has been in the room I can tell he is a person of dominance, he is always the one with the power but looking at the 2 of them whenever he is around Shade, Shade is the one with the power...

"I wondered. The storage room where I was hiding, some of the equipment..." "We won't lie to you about who we are," Alex said. "We're Dominants, Bella. It's part of our nature, part of what we enjoy. But dominant doesn't mean abusive. It doesn't mean forcing someone to do anything they don't want. Real dominance is built on consent, communication, and trust." "Marcus said he was dominant," Bella said quietly. "Said I needed to submit, to obey. That it was natural for women to serve men who were stronger."