An Understated Dominance Novels & Stories

towering over her, his presence overwhelming. "You sure you want this?" Dominic asked, his voice rough and low. "I don't go easy on anyone. Not even pretty girls who are in way over their heads." "I'm sure," Cass said, meeting his eyes. "Don't hold back. I want everything you've got." Something flickered in Dominic's eyes....respect, maybe. Or hunger. "Then you'll get it," he said. "And afterward, when you're broken and bleeding, I'm going to claim you the way winners claim the defeated here. You understand what that means?"

"You know, that night because of my anger, I treated you like my other submissive which I never wanted to do. I was angry with myself for treating you like them. That's why I was trying to change myself because I never want to treat my Princess like other girls. After all, she's special. She deserves my love and only love. I'm just afraid of my dominating nature and anger. I like to discipline and command people. This is my nature and I'm happy that you've accepted me the way I'm. I'm so lucky to have you, Princess. I gathered courage and today I told you everything because of you only. You made me believe that my past doesn't matter to you and you'll always love me, that's why today I told

Emiliano’s dominance was precise, meticulous, and terrifyingly controlled. ​He moved with a powerful, relentless efficiency, his focus total. He was claiming his right, fulfilling his command, with the same cold dedication he applied to securing a shipping route or dismantling a rival’s organization. His body was hard, dominant, and utterly unyielding, radiating a heat that was entirely physical, not emotional.

Adrian exhaled through his nose — not quite a sigh, but enough to show his patience thinning. If not that she didn’t want to go alone she probably would send him off. “Don’t mistake me for some sleazy doctor,” he said, voice low but steady. “I’m not staring because I’m interested in you — at least, not in the way you’re assuming. I noticed something. And frankly, I’m surprised you’d assume otherwise.” She frowned. The hell did that mean? It was as if he already dominated the space — her. She couldn’t focus. Couldn’t play the unbending boss she was used to being. Everyone else caved under her gaze. But not him.

"Dominance isn't force. Force is what you use when dominance has already failed." "I'm not interested in dominating anyone," I said. "You're already doing it without knowing Aria." He looked at me steadily. "That's why wolves submit to you in corridors and don't understand why. That's why the council's arguments stop when you walk in. You're running Alpha dominance on instinct. Today you'll learn to run it on purpose."

God. We were led further in, straight to a more private area, drinks already waiting, seats pulled out before we even reached them, and I could feel the way they watched him, the way they adjusted themselves around him, voices just a little too eager, smiles just a little too forced. Power. That’s what this was and Dominic? He emanated that power. He embodied it. He sat at the head like it wasn’t even a question, his posture relaxed but his presence mostly quiet and controlled, his gaze swept over them once before settling into that same dark, unimpressed look that made the entire table stiffen just a little.

The way he glanced at me with his neon eye. I wander to the far corner of the room and pat the waist-high padded bench and run my fingers over the leather. The thought depresses me. "You're a sadist? Is this the soft-will-hearted Jonathan Christopher I once knew or the new Jace De Leon that I just learned?" "I'm a Dominant; I love controlling, I like being in power." His eyes are a scorching neon, intense. "What does that mean?" I whisper. "It means I want you to surrender yourself to me, in all things willingly." I frown at him as I try to assimilate this idea.

“I want you to punish her for putting me to shame in front of all the pack members.” “Are you ordering me around now?” He glared at her. “Not on my life alpha, I dare not order you around,” she bowed her head. “I only ask that you seek justice for me.” “Justice?” he asked, the sound of papers being shuffled filling the room. She didn’t have to be told before she knew he was getting up from his seat, he towered over her small frame, and she cringed. His dominance overwhelmed her, forcing her to go on her knee.

It wanted to show her exactly what 'Mate' word meant in the werewolf world. Anger was bubbling in every vein inside Christian's body. With his werewolf strength came impulse and anger. Those were his weaknesses & because he was an alpha, with all the extra strength came extended weaknesses. In that moment he wanted to give her a very live demonstration of what the 'claiming' word meant but he had to control himself. He knew she was not a werewolf. She was just a fucking, weak human. And to a human, the ways of a werewolf's lifestyle was a completely alien concept.

“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.