An Understated Dominance Novels & Stories

“My client would like to review the contract and reassess the situation. She needs more information.” “I’ll give permission to read the fine print. Do it now.” He handed me the tablet; the contract was already up. I began rereading a document that I’d read several times before signing. At the top were two definitions. Dominant: ruling, governing, or controlling; having or exerting authority of influence: dominant in the chain of command. Also, occupying or being in a commanding or elevated position. Submissive: inclined or ready to submit; unresistingly or humbly obedient. Synonyms are tractable, compliant, pliant, amenable, passive, resigned, patient, docile, tame, subdued.

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.

"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."

I promptly denied, "And the other one what's his name?" I lifted my shoulders, "I don't know, I just heard the name of the one I helped." "Can you imagine him having a similar one?" "What do you mean?" "To be just as sexy as the owner," I rolled my eyes. "You think names are sexy when the person fits your standards," he looked at me for several seconds feigning indignation, which he clearly knew I wouldn't believe and then dropped his mask smiling. "Those two, they didn't fit, beautiful, they made my standards and what you already know I have between my legs tremble with fright," he commented slyly, giving me a pretentious grimace and I pushed him away.

Journalistic integrity and all that. “What you’re saying…it sounds selfish and mean-spirited, to expose someone without regard for their feelings.” “It might look that way on the surface.” “What do you mean, on the surface?” “Like I told you online, one of the jobs of a good dominant is to see inside the soul of his submissive and grant her every pleasure she desires. Many submissives aren’t aware of their most secret desires.” He turned to face her, his chocolate eyes piercing, direct. “Or find them shameful, so they refuse to admit to them.”

His thumb pressed into my cheekbone quite hard, as if he wanted to ensure that I would not be able to turn away from his gaze full of victory. ​"This is my second win, Bella! Everything is going exactly according to the scenario that I built," he whispered again, his eyes narrowing, looking at me as if I were a trophy that had to be shown off. "Dominic didn't even put up a fight. He surrendered everything like a frightened dog. I am truly at the top of the world now!" ​Of course you won, Mike, I thought to myself. Because Dominic was indeed already scripted by me to let you win in this trap. He gave you a huge victory just so you would feel invincible, so that you could fall even harder when

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.

And I’d exposed exactly what needed exposing. Daniel was already standing as I approached. He reached for me without hesitation, sliding an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side. The warmth of him, the quiet pride radiating off him, hit me harder than anything Kara had thrown today. He dipped his head, his lips brushing just behind my ear as he whispered, low enough that only I could hear: “You are sexy when you take people apart like that.” My breath caught, not because of the words, but because of the way he said them. Admiring. Warm. Fiercely proud. He squeezed my hip gently. “Remind me to show you later just how much I love watching you work.”

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.

“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. ---