Being A Dom Novels & Stories

Dominique tried to follow suit, my eyes raking over his back, lips pulled into a smile, “Aren't you forgetting something, Dom?” He stopped at the door, then turned his head to me, his eyes furrowed in confusion, “What?” I pinned him with the ‘are you sure?’ look, but his face still held that confusion; it seemed our meeting had erased the bet from his mind. “Have you forgotten our bet?” I reminded him. He paused at the door, glowered at me before he grumbled and walked back into my office. “Really, man, you knew I was joking.” I heard Sara and his dad laughing at his temper tantrums. When Dominique is not Dominique, the leader of the seven guardians of the werewolf kingdom, he's sure a big-a

Leah assures me and I smile. "What's your classification? We could just keep you as ours, and call it a day, we'll be back home before the morning starts," Caleb says looking at me like I'm the cutest little out there, but I'm not a little. "Nu...nu, I'm a dom," I assure him. "A dom? Are you sure?" he asks me, looking at me like I have lost it, but I didn't lose it, I know I'm a dom. "Yeah, tell them Romy," I say hoping he'd offer me some kind of help.

Emily was quick to answer her. "True, I'm a dom, but I also a part of the little program, I'll see you again in class," Asher says, the beauty of the little program, doms can interfere with them, help to take care of them, and help the doms get used to littles.

He whisper-yelled, continuously blaming himself for being weak. He grabbed his throbbing phallus, hard and oozing with precum in his grip. This isn't him. This isn't like him. He's always in control, but at this moment, it was like he was possessed by something he couldn't explain. In order to forget his goddaughter, Dom picked up his phone and called his former bed warmer, hoping she could tame the raging beast inside him and hopefully divert his attention from Ana. "Hey, are you free tonight?" He asked as soon as she picked up.

“You’re a dom?” Nicco threw back his head and laughed. “No, sweet Hope. I’m not a dom. I’m a Don. There’s a difference.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “Do you want me to be a dom?” I blushed. “I need to look up what a dom is, I think.” I knew he was making fun of me, and it was confirmed when he dissolved into laughter again. The knocking on the door startled us both.

How couldn't one possibly love something that wasn’t even there yet so much already? All his life, Adom hates himself for being an omega; he hates his true nature; he wants to hide himself and his true identity. And he even worked hard for it, doing everything to prove himself an Alpha; he did every impossible task, which a normal Omega never even thinks about. Now here he is! He is going to be a mother; he is going to give birth to a child. His child! His world!

I had never felt so nervous talking to a dominate before and I couldn’t help but feel like he was about to devour me as he watched me, his lip twitched up in a half smile. “I like to do a lot more than that, how much about BDSM do you know about?” He asked and I took a long drink from my wine trying to get some courage.

I smiled shyly. "Do you still like me after knowing this?" He asked, worried. "Yes, I still like you. Being in a BDSM relationship is not a crime that I'll hate you." "You still want to be with me?" He asked in disbelief. "Yes." I smiled and nodded at him. "I'm not gentle on the bed, Anushka. I don't make love, I fuck hard, very hard. I like to dominate and test the limits of girls on the bed. I like to punish them, order them." I gulped the lump down my throat, but his words excited me sexually.

I swallowed hard, "I see. It seems that he frequents this dungeon often?" "He rarely visits in person, but most of the submissives who work here have played with him before. They say he is the most respectful, skillful, and caring Dom here." One of them smiled. It was obvious that he thought I should feel lucky to serve such a man. "It sounds like today is my lucky day! I don't even know how I got here, let alone being selected by such a great master…" I murmured, but enough for him to hear, playing a game to see if one of them would divulge how I had ended up here tonight.

“On your ex. That boy who broke you. You want to make him feel what he made you feel.” My stomach twisted. “And what’s wrong with that?” Zoey tilted her head. “Nothing. Until it becomes everything.” I looked away, heat flooding my face. “You think this will make you powerful,” she said, voice softer now. “And maybe it will. For a while. But Dom’s world—it doesn’t care about power games. Not the kind you’re used to. Once you step in, really step in, it stops being about other people. It becomes you. Your truth. Your edges. Your breaking point.”