Being A Dom Novels & Stories

Dom asked “We haven't even dated yet, so let's give ourselves a chance beside I know that I’m the one that suit your mafia status, I doubt that your so called girlfriend can offer you what I can offer” “And what do you think you can offer me?” Dom asked ‘’Strength, power and most of all I can make you unstoppable in the mafia world don't forget that my grandfather was once a mafia boss, and mafia runs in our blood, so I can make you mightier and ten times wealthier than you are”

He didn’t want to hurt anyone ever again. The end of DOMINATED BY HIM, Check out my other book (Lost In Lust). Thank you awesome readers.

I said. "I hope you know that once he becomes your Dom, you two cannot become a couple? " He said to me "What do you mean by that?" I asked him. "It is one of the rules, as a Dom you can never become romantically involved with their Subs, that is an absolute rule, one that can never be broken, ask Tristan about it and let him tell you why it is like that." He said.

“Get this garbage out of my club. Permanent ban. Tell Ambrose and the others what he did.” I crouched, grabbed Calton by the hair, and got in his face. “You are never stepping foot in another club again.” One last kick for good measure. When I turned, Juliet was curled into herself, arms wrapped around her knees. Atlas was murmuring something, rubbing her back. Reed stood nearby, looking ready to commit murder. We are Doms. Everything we do is consensual. Mutual pleasure. Power exchange. Never force. Never violence outside negotiated scenes. I knelt beside her.

Or perhaps my own desperate libido is simply overriding common sense. Picturing the heavy weight of his massive, tattooed arms pinning me down has been a recurring intrusive thought since yesterday. "Tragic," sighing heavily, I slump back into the chair. "A massive waste of prime real estate. So, a girlfriend? A wife hidden away in a dacha somewhere?" “No," Dom says, her expression turning slightly serious. "He doesn’t date." "Never?" “Never. Hookups only." That piece of information settles in my chest, forming a heavy little stone of realization.

Dom and his group had been given a deal to become biotechnically and magically enhanced to be able to stand against Iris and in return kill her and enjoy the reward of eternity as a higher being. The doctor went by the name of Dr. Gilbert, who helped disguise the fact that Dom and his friends were naturally born higher beings who did not need any further enhancements. He had helped change the data in the system so that Dom could get any and every piece of information that he needed about his mate.

You need to get home safe make sure the driver isn't a bad guy. So, I took a breath and tried to get home and not think about what happened tonight with this crazy couple and running into Travis. I can't believe the rumors are right. He is a fucking Dom, aka dominant. He likes this crazy with sexual desires. His taste is BDMS what I am looking for. I read books like this. I want him to be my Dom; I'll be his first with everything. I want him to control and tell me what to do. I need this man! I started blushing and trying not to show the driver I am a pervert freak.

"Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught." Devon shifted and said. "The ideal candidate would have sufficient submissive traits, most probably discovered by self searching, or experimentation with sexual mates. We could seek out several of these, train them up, and then assist them in finding more permanent masters, for a small fee of course." "Honestly Devon, I like

Shemika It makes me doubt if Dom is even human at all. He doesn't find women attractive, could he be gay? He once told me he was married, perhaps he's joking about it, because I've never seen an emotionless man like Dom ever getting married. I was biting the lower part of my lips as I let the towel reveal a little of my cleavage, perhaps I was trying to do something even more stupid. I've no idea what has come over me and why the hell I'm suddenly finding Dom attractive. He's way older than I'm, but he's still hot like never before.

John responded, “No, he is a dom.” The silence dragged for a while and he said. “I’m not a sub.” He added. “I’m a verse, I could be a dom and a sub.” Another quite a long pause. “Just so you know.” My brows raised. “How is that possible?” Now I was curious. “I mean, you like being dominated and you also like dominating.” John let out a low laugh. “Maybe,” he said, “maybe, I’m not a real verse. I meant I could have normal sex. But I also like being dominated by a woman.”