Being A Dom Novels & Stories

I’ve been too down in the dumps to party, really, and anytime I need some cheering up, I go to Dominic. I guess this collaboration turned out to be alright in the end. Sure, he’s bossy and a dom, but sometimes that’s what I need to distract myself. A part of me felt disgusting over the fact that I secretly liked being submissive, but only in the sexual way, all other ways I am in control.

"I can handle anything you bring at me Mr GreenEyes!" That only angers him more. "I don't think so. Even with a broken arm, I'm one of the strongest men in our team!" I know this tactic. He's trying to distract me from the task at hand, so he can defeat me. "Oh? What team?" I ask sarcastically. Smirking, thinking he's managed it, he continues. "We are a Dom company. We collect dominants and train them, and find them submissive souls to use and abuse. We know what you do, and one of our clients wants you, and only you."

"He does seem like the sort of man who enjoys hearing himself talk." I nodded. "Wait. Have you ever met him? Dom?" "No. Not in person. I've, uh, dealt with plenty of other men and leaders within their organization, but Dominic travels too much. He's hardly ever in the States." "That sounds about right. He was always on the go, and I was so curious what the hell he did to be so rich but never actually work." Because he was a Mafia Don. A member of the goddamn Italian Mob. "He patronized me. I was so swept away by the grandeur of having someone 'in my corner' and seeing Europe that I was sucked in for too long."

I asked with worry evident in my tone, I watched him take a slow intake, “I...I’m into BDSM,” he said, making me blink in confusion, I didn’t know what to say or react, he noticed my confusion, “I’m a dominant, Clarissa!” he said, when my mind screamed what the word meant, it made me realize what he was… my eyes widened in shock, Oh my god! Author’s note:- Hello guys, please let me know your thought’s in the comments section do like the book and follow me. Love you all, Thank you, I*******m:- S.N_Nina_Arthur.

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.