Being A Dom Novels & Stories

There will be a full internal review. I listen. I don't interrupt. Interrupting right now would cost me energy I need for other things. When he finishes, Dominic speaks for the first time since entering the room. "The child is mine." His voice is low and even, the kind of voice that expects to be heard without raising itself. "I want that established clearly, before anything else is discussed." I look at him. Up close he is even more unsettling than he was in the doorway. Not because he's threatening exactly, but because he has the quality of something that doesn't need to threaten. Still waters that you somehow know go down very, very far.

With my lips so close to hers, I explained slowly. “I am a dom, Ms. Cane I go by many names: top, dominator, master, when mixing d/s- that is domination and submission. With master/slave relations I prefer to be called ‘Sir’ by my subs. My job as a dom is to ensure my sub is pleased… at my leisure and preference, of course. I use my little room, the room you invaded, to my advantage. It comes equipped with toys of all sorts that I like to play with. My sub, a willing woman, is the best toy of all inside those walls.”

“I’m a daddy dom. I like taking care of my submissive, but I’m also a pleasure dom. For me, it’s all about my submissive’s pleasure.” “And Tyrone?” “The same.” “He’s a daddy dom too?” Michel nodded. I hesitated a few seconds before I asked the question. “Is David one too?” “David is a…primal dom.” Michel smiled. “A primal dom is someone who’s into a primal kink or fetish. Basically, he becomes the hunter and you become the hunted. It involves scratching and biting and all that animalistic stuff.” “Oh.” A chuckle from somewhere in the room broke our silence. My eyes snapped over to Tyrone as he entered the kitchen. I watched him as he walked into the kitchen and searched through a few cabinet

It was a new message from him. Dominanttothecore: “Yes. You can call me Dom while we talk, and if we meet up, I demand it. It is good that you asked. I’ve read your profile, and I like what I see. But let me be clear, if you’re only looking for a quick thrill, I’m not the Dom for you. I want a steady, devoted play partner, someone I can push, test, and train, someone who learns my expectations, who obeys without hesitation, and who trusts me to take control and fulfill every need. In return, I will demand their loyalty, attention, and surrender because anything less will never be enough.”

She needed a lock for her mouth. "I think we've all been there, Bree. But this one hit you hard for some reason." "It did." And then her story came tumbling out, like clothes jammed too tightly into a closet. "I've always considered myself a good Domme. Caring. Loving, even. Considerate of my subs and respectful. I know I have a controlling aspect to my personality, but that's a major reason why I'm a Domme." "Okay." He sat quietly, watching her.

He takes a step closer, his jaw tight, gaze flickering to Rosie, then back at me. “I’m a Dom, Dominic. That’s who I am. That’s how I control myself. It’s not just a kink or some thrill, it’s the only way I keep the fire inside me from fucking everything up.” I let out a deep chuckle that morphs into a loud laugh. I’m close to applauding my younger brother, then threatening him into cutting his bullshit, until I notice he’s not laughing. He looks anything but amused, glaring at me. His jaw ticks, lips twitching like he’s holding himself back. My stomach drops, and so does my laugh.

Her heart stuttered once and then settled into a steady, colder rhythm. Dom. “Dom what?” the judge asked. “I told you, just ‘Dom.’ He didn’t give more. Didn’t need to.” “Describe him,” Serena said immediately. “He doesn’t meet. Doesn’t show his face. Just gives orders. Sends money. Threats. If something goes wrong, he makes people disappear. That’s all I know.” “You ever hear someone else refer to him differently? A title, a nickname?” He nodded hesitantly. “Once. Someone said… Well I need to be sure before completing it ’”

"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."

"I do have a couple. But before I answer you have to tell me which ones are you talking about." "Why?" "Because if its the anal, or the butt plug or the nipple clamps, then the answer is maybe." I don't tell her the maybe depends on her own. "And the others?" "The others, well you'll have to find out later." "But." "No, gypsy. Later." The elevator doors open and we walk out into the garage. "But I will tell you that, I am a dom." "What does that mean?" "It means," I stop and turn her so she is facing me. "It means that I enjoy making my partner submit to me. It means that in the bedroom I make the decisions."

Then, she glanced at me as if deciding how much to say. “If your Dom is gentle, you won’t have bruises,” she mused. “But most Doms want to see red, I won’t lie to you.” I just stared at waiting, gladly waiting for her to get to the point where I desperately wanted to hear. “Oh sorry. Dom means dominant. Like the man would be in control while you submit. Though it can be the other way round but I doubt any man would want to submit to a lady, they always end up taking over.”