Books On Dominance Novels & Stories

“How to give up control and let someone else take care of you. And you have been a very good student Jax. Better than I expected.” He swallowed hard. “Thank you.” “But submission is only half of what you need to learn,” I continued. “The other half is dominance. Not the kind where you just take what you want and do not care about the other person. But the kind where you are in control and you use that control to make your partner feel good. To make them feel safe and wanted and worshipped.” His eyes widened slightly. “You want me to dominate you?” “I want to see if you can. I want to see if you have learned enough control to be trusted with that kind of power.”

Not in front of the board, but privately, in ways that reminded her that their obsession was untouchable. Dominic’s gaze swept the room like a predator marking territory. “Do I make myself understood?” “Yes,” they chorused, half in fear, half in awe. Even as the meeting continued, Ava noticed how Dominic’s control wasn’t just verbal. Every subtle glance, every tilt of his head, the way he brushed past her, the low murmur only she could hear—each act reinforced the power imbalance. He was her anchor in the storm, the fire that both terrified and enthralled her.

A framed photograph sat near the far end of the shelf, face down. I noticed it and immediately looked away again. Not my business. Another side of the desk held a lockable cabinet. I did not touch that either, though I was curious enough to feel it in my fingertips. There were a few books I recognized—legal, financial, and the kind of strategic texts men like Dominic probably liked to keep nearby so they could feel superior while reading them. One leather-bound folder had his initials embossed on the spine. Everything here was proof of him. It was strangely intimate.

“Men like that reveal their weakness through their need for control over others. They mistake dominance for strength.” “And what’s the difference?” He looked back at her, and for just a moment, his carefully controlled mask slipped enough to let her see the predator beneath. “Strength doesn’t need to prove itself. Dominance is what weak men use when they have nothing else.” “You sound like you have experience with weak men.” “I destroy them regularly. It’s tedious.” No emotion. No satisfaction or regret. Just fact. “They make noise, create problems, hurt people unnecessarily. The world improves when they’re removed from positions they don’t deserve.”

The old vultures had grown bloated and soft, prime for an aggressive new power to claim total dominion. Tristan's time had finally come. And he had no intention of wasting it on half measures when his ambitions demanded nothing less than complete control. The Titans and his grandfather believed him an eager protege to mold to their will. In fact, the lamb they'd welcomed into their den possessed the sharper fangs. An irony Tristan savored as he bade his grandfather goodnight. The true game was only just beginning. And he fully intended to adorn Avalon's throne with Sterling bones.

“Raven, I won’t allow you to deny that we’re mates. The fact is we are. There are others out there that recognize that we are, and it can be made official with a simple word. I don’t want to be a hard ass Alpha male. But after all this time I will.” Dominic could feel his more dominant nature coming to the forefront after all the violence and bloodshed he’d seen. The anger and the betrayal he believed he’d discovered. This was something else he had to get to the bottom of.

“Well then, you’re going to have them with me. Every single day with me as your dominant and you…. As my submissive… “ He told her. She was now trapped with him and now, she is his submissive and him… her dominant. THIS BOOK CONTAINS HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT AND ABUSE. IF YOU CAN'T STAND ANY MENTION ABOVE, THEN KINDLY PASS.

Then he finally found the courage he needs to move forward towards the better future. And unknown to him his souls which constantly contradicting each other have started to become one, they are balanced just like yin and yang. He has another breakthrough, he break the shackles which binds him to go to the next step. What it meant to truly become The True Dragon of Domination. He shall dominate everything, Dominance. Control. These things the unjust seek most of all. And so it is the duty of the just to defy dominance and to challenge control. He shall have dominance and control over everything, even his feelings.

I can't possibly stay with the same person for more than three months; I would get bored and drive her away. But there is something about Meena that wants me to spend all my time with her. From the moment I discovered I was the first man to make love to her, I wanted to always be the only one to have fucked her. She is sweet and innocent; I can't allow another man to touch her. I left her on the verge of climax; I could feel her pussy tighten, and she begged for my dick, but I refused to yield to her request; I called the shots, not her.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.