Being A Dom Novels & Stories

Elena nearly exclaimed, the rage in her voice mixing in with the worry. Meanwhile, Daciana was overwhelmed by embarrassment as she looked away from Elena. Being a wolfless omega did have a lot of downsides. The lack of a wolf made her more vulnerable and also made her body almost similar to a human's. "Thank you for your concern, Elena. Really." Daciana smiled wryly as she slowly raised her head to stare at her friend. "But I promise, I'm fine. If any of the triplets dared to use me as an object of domestic violence, I'd be the first to place their stuck-up asses in a freezer, somewhere"

Why did that undo me? Why did kneeling for him feel more powerful than standing above a thousand men? Dominique had always been in control. Of her body. Her words. Her world. But tonight… tonight she’d broken like glass under a whisper. And she’d loved it. The shame came next. The question that crawled under her skin like needles in silk: Am I still Domica if I want to kneel? Or worse— What if I’ve never really been her at all? She let the water wash over her thighs, sticky and tender from the session. Her core still pulsed in aftershock, a silent echo of pleasure too large to name.

I ask trying to be brave, I don't want to be locked in, not again. "You're dad biological daughter, we're all a family, his last words were to protect you. We won't be able to see you with just some random dom." Adam starts, there's no blood relation for sure, I'm only half a breed or that's what Rocco called me that day. "We want you to take one of us as your dom. I'm a daddy dom, Adam is a master, and Mouse is a dominant. No matter your classification, we'll be able to help you knowing you'll be safe" Rocco says.

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” “You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” “Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?” “He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged. “What's a DOM?” “A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”

The way he glanced at me with his neon eye. I wander to the far corner of the room and pat the waist-high padded bench and run my fingers over the leather. The thought depresses me. "You're a sadist? Is this the soft-will-hearted Jonathan Christopher I once knew or the new Jace De Leon that I just learned?" "I'm a Dominant; I love controlling, I like being in power." His eyes are a scorching neon, intense. "What does that mean?" I whisper. "It means I want you to surrender yourself to me, in all things willingly." I frown at him as I try to assimilate this idea.

My hair covered my face like a curtain and I so badly wanted to move it away but my hands couldn't seem to stop holding the sheets in a tight grip. "Yes it does. Shit, I love that." I said breathlessly and I could feel him smiling against me happy with himself. Dominic was a man who put my needs above his own and it was my first time ever experiencing something like that. "Dominic, let me." I tried to sit up on my palms but he placed a hand on my lower back and roughly pushed me back down. The sudden movement made my core clench and an orgasm approached faster than I expected it to. Holy fuck.

He pulled the toy free and wrapped it in a cloth that sat in the drawer and untied me. My heart melted as he took a moment to make sure my wrist and ankles were alright. That was the one thing I had been learning was a major difference between a Dom, and a Master. Most Doms who were not serious about BDSM didn't really care much about what happened afterward and they left their subs to care for themselves. A true Master always cared about how his sub was feeling even if it was just being tired and wanting to rest.

On way 2 lunch B good. She grinned. “Damien?” Lila asked as Jessa put her phone back in her pocket. Jessa nodded. “He’s a bit overprotective.” “Honey, all these Doms are,” Ava replied. “It’s in their genes or something they learn at Dom school.” “Dom school?” Jessa asked with a giggle. “Where all Doms go to learn how to beat on a subs ass,” Lila replied wryly. “Thank God I have Sam to run interference else Marcus would be unimaginable.”

I took full control and now we rarely have any issues because I built up my reputation. Domino also lives with us now. Last year his case was finally looked at again and the judge though he'd done enough time and released him. He's been living in the mansion ever since because honestly, I love having him around. He also came out as pansexual when he told me he doesn't care about gender, he just likes who he likes. Now he's taken a liking to Matteo, and constantly flirts with him. Matteo blushes and tells him he's not interested but I know my cousin well and I know he is. It's not long until they are together.

Did she? Lisa had been toying with the idea of finding an experienced Dom for a while now but she always chickened out. Having Mason living next door had made the desire even stronger and she had finally stumbled into this chat room just to slake her curiosity about the BDSM lifestyle. She didn’t think she would ever like some of the more hardcore things, but to find someone who knew how to dominate her, who would know how to take care of her and make her feel safe, that was what she sought. And DomMPF made her feel safe, which was a really idiotic thing to feel with an anonymous person who you knew nothing about.