An Understated Dominance Novels & Stories

She brushed it away and said, “Richard was proving that he was good at it. And that he could control me.” “Why would he do that?” “Because he’s a dominant. To tell you the truth, I think it’s a façade. He’s really a soft little puppy inside.” I laughed as if she were joking, picked up the glass of wine and drank. As I set the glass back on the table, I said, “I’m curious. What constitutes dominant? If you hadn’t told me about your profession, I never would have guessed.” “It’s better that way, don’t you think? A girl can’t put all her cards on the table, can she?”

I straightened, heat rushing to my face. “What was that about?” I demanded, folding my arms. “What’s so funny? My blindness?” The forest went very quiet right after my outburst. Dominic cleared his throat. “No, my lady. He said… that you walk like someone who fights the ground instead of trusting it.” He paused, then, softer, “And that you have too much pride for someone who can’t see where the roots are.” There was no cruelty in the words when he repeated them. Only mild surprise. Almost… respect.

He was feeling inexplicably annoyed, he just helped her breathe subconsciously. Dominic took a few steps forward, getting extremely close to Alessia, towering over her due to his height advantage, looking down at her disdainfully. "I'm not interested in playing hard to get, especially not with a married woman with children!" With his shirt collar slightly open, his collarbone visible, and even hints of his tanned skin, it strongly stimulated Alessia's visual nerves. Alessia tilted her head, trying to suppress the heat on her face. Although she kept her nerves taut, she still keenly grasped the meaning behind Dominic's words.

Every face that had looked at me with pity or condescension or barely concealed disgust. Now they were all staring with something that looked suspiciously like awe. Dominic's client—the silver-haired titan of old European money whose approval could make or break empires—leaned forward in his chair, his weathered brows raised with genuine interest. "Is that so?" His accent carried the weight of centuries of breeding and power. Dominic smiled, slow and dangerous and absolutely predatory. The expression transformed his entire face, making him look less like a businessman and more like a conqueror surveying his conquered territory.

"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."

Juniper lowered her phone slowly. Her reflection stared back at her from the glass. Unchanged. Controlled. But now— There was no illusion left. No assumption. No gap in understanding. “…So that’s the level,” she said softly. Because this— This wasn’t competition. This wasn’t strategy. This was dominance. Not through force. Not through visibility. But through position. Perfect. Untouchable. Across the city, Tristan reached the same clarity. Not emotionally. Not reactively. But precisely.

“No sexual favors for me, no fucking. Just me making you come. In a way, I’m sort of being your slave right now. You might want to make the most of that, because it won’t happen again.” --- Natalie couldn’t believe this. Was Dominic really suppressing his need to dominate—a need she knew was intense? Was he seriously offering to make this all about her? It wasn’t sympathy driving him; she could see that. He was genuinely contrite and genuinely wanted to simply give her pleasure with no demands attached. “Then get to it,” she said with a smile. ---

His drink was half-drained, and so was his patience. “I’ll say it plainly,” the man sneered, leaning forward. “A true Dominant doesn’t switch. The very idea cheapens the role. It’s indecisive at best, weak at worst.” Marco’s jaw flexed, his eyes flashing though his voice remained deceptively calm. “Respectfully, sir, a role doesn’t define the strength of the person. A switch understands both perspectives. That’s power, not weakness.” The man chuckled bitterly. “Power? You call kneeling power? You call letting yourself be struck power? No wonder some people can’t take this place seriously anymore.”

“ We are getting this book.” She did a double-take. “ What?” “ You like cooking right? So, why not buy it?” Baffled, she stared at him looking a bit at loss. “ I appreciate the sentiment but I would rather not-” “ I am not going to judge you for having a small hobby, Reyna. Being dominant doesn’t mean you can only get involved in fistfights and showcase your dominance, there is nothing wrong with you tinkering around with what you like, alright?”

‘Kill him. ‘We can’t take that chance.’ Dominic grinned as we faltered. He knew he’d won. Wiping his hands together, he rested his weight casually on one leg, looking for all the world like a man considering buying a new car, not a psycho Rogue werewolf eyeing up the most powerful Alpha around. “It’s not magic.” He preened as we were forced to listen, clearly enjoying the attention. Was that what he was, then – an attention whore? ‘With a tiny dick,’ muttered Sterling. I almost smirked.