A Dominant Man Novels & Stories

“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.”

Gallagher to see if he’d be interested in being interviewed by Ashley and he’d sent her an e-mail agreeing to the interview and setting the time. “Domination?” The word, even coming casually from his lips, sent her insides quivering. He was a Dominant. Dom, for short. He commanded women to do as he bid. They became his sex slaves, doing whatever he wanted them to do. Her breath caught and she felt her insides melting. What would it be like to be controlled by him? For him to tell her to strip off her clothes, then get down on her knees in front of him and ...

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.

“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."

At that moment, my curiosity takes over any logical thinking. "Oh, darling, this is going to be fun. In BDSM, we practice many things- the most popular being physical restraints, inflicting pain, and power play. It's not just fun or something we can enjoy on the weekends; it's a lifestyle for my brother and me. It's a variety of erotic practices- bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, sadomasochism, and other related dynamics. There are more than I could explain before you have to return to your room. First, let me explain what dominant is, and then I'll enlighten you on the difference between regular and primal dominant. You should understand that each role is often used outside the be