Being A Dom Novels & Stories

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.

On my first day here, when that bastard attacked me, Noah mentioned his name, and later Jen told me he owns the Hell Club, a place just like this one. “Well, if you came as referrals from him, are you familiar with this world?” “Yes, the three of us have already had our Doms,” Lara told me. “And we are looking for new ones,” Amber informed me, and I saw her eyes shift toward our table. Dominic had just arrived and was standing beside Taylor. “As long as you don’t look for any of those, you’ll be fine,” Sammy warned her when she saw her looking at the Dom. “We don’t mess with Doms under contract, unless they ask,” Amber told Sammy.

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.

Nervous. “I said that I’m going to meet with a Dom.” Adam’s chest tightened. Why would Ashley want to see a Dom? Was she going to get into some kinky sexual thing? His heart thumped louder than the running accounted for. “The man is only in town for a couple of months on business. Apparently he’s active in the BDSM lifestyle. I heard about him through a friend,” she went on to say. “She said he’s a little intense, but I’ll be in good hands.”

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.

“Sign the contract. Surrender your worthless life to me entirely and become my willing pet, or the brat dies tonight.” My eyes scanned the crisp white paper resting on the cold marble floor. The bold letters at the top of the page seemed to burn straight into my retinas. Dominant-Submissive Agreement. The title shocked me to my very core. The room seemed to tilt on its axis as the reality of what he was demanding sank in. He wanted to own me, break me, and fuck me in any way, morning and night. I should have torn the paper into shreds and protected what little dignity I had left.

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

We head into the 'lingerie' store, ewe, I don't like underwears and nighties like this ones, they are all too sexual. When I think we were done, we entered the car and the driver drove us. "So..... you're gonna be his submissive?" After some while of silence, she asked. I look at her and nod. "Yes" I replied. She chuckled. "You look so innocent, do you think you can handle Mr King. He's not what you think......that man is a real Dom" "Huh?" I was confused with the word dom. It's sounded like doom.

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.