Books On Dominance Novels & Stories

She's one of the few ladies he's scared to lose. "The government just won't stop until they prey on Nintendo and all it's inhabitants." She replied as he closed his eyes. Even if he'd left Nintendo for almost a decade, revealing their way of life or luring the government to them would be over his dead body. He'd deal with Nintendo alone. Only him had the right to do that. Bibi sighed, rolling her eyes. "Can you think of something else? Destroying Nintendo is certain and that too with my last breath." She said in a whisper, placing her warm palm over his......

I just didn't realise that fighting a dominant alpha as an omega would be that much different from fighting a recessive alpha. Dominant Alphas and Omegas are at the pinnacle of society; even if they are poor at birth, there is a high likelihood they will die rich. Dominant omegas have the most alluring pheromones, fertile bodies, and frail builds, whether male or female dominant omegas, while dominant alphas are almost superhuman, with the most suppressive pheromones, sturdy builds and ironically enough, most studied dominant alphas show traits of being a genius in one aspect of life.

he Said “You are only doing as you were sent and you shouldn't be punished for that, if I were your Alpha, you will be rewarded for upholding standards even in the face of upper powers,” Alpha Dominic said and he bowed and took his leave In a few minutes, he was back with a long book and in there are forms he mentioned earlier, he gave him the form and the book to place it for an easy filling Alpha Dominic collected it with all humility but he has a strange power that he hardly uses, which is reading the content of something without checking it. Just like the psychic can feel who has touched something and how where they had went,

But Dominic had other ideas. He wasn’t fire like me—he was storm and shadow, power that moved under the surface, quiet and devastating. Where I would have met the Royals head-on, Dominic chose to dig deeper, to dismantle the foundation of their strength brick by brick. And gods, I admired him for it. “The thing about Royals,” he had told me, arms crossed, voice like steel laced with calculation, “is that they love power more than anything. So we take it from them.” At first, I thought he meant retaliation—war, perhaps—but he meant something else entirely.

The atmosphere around me thickened as I slowly and meticulously circled around my prey in the shadows, channeling my Dominant headspace and letting myself sink into the familiar feeling that I craved so much. Everyone followed my orders, whether it was in the office or in my dungeon. I reigned supreme in both my public and private life However, she swallowed hard and didn't move. I stared at her, wondering when she would finally f*cking listen to me. I scowled in irritation at her inability to follow a simple order. I was paying top dollar for this girl and she was playing me for a fool! "Do I need to remind you about our arrangement?" I growled and spoke with a serious cadence, "I said... '

Every single second of the day. But it's another thing entirely to want to be possessed completely by a different man. One that makes you want to rip your pants apart and beg for the pleasure that you know he will give. One that you desire so greatly and will have you panting with just one touch. One that you can't just resist, no matter how hard you try. One that makes you finally understand why dominancy is the greatest of all, bound to screw you over and ruin you like never. One that's just there and you just can't get over with. And I, somehow, have found myself between the two.

It even became annoyingly stimulating which made her breathing heavier and more erotic. “Hah! Hah! Hah!” She was biting her lower lip while fighting the urge to moan again. But the man's heavy breathing was stirring her body up. With every thrust she received, the man's aggressive movements were sending her pleasure with pain. ‘Since when did we start doing these? Thre-three days?’ She was pleasurably confused because she knows that her rut usually ends in three days. And as far as she could say, she was already in her right mind. Sober and with full sanity intact. Able to weigh between right and wrong. Enough and too much. ‘I lasted for three days! But this is good and not good at the same

“Do you know what dominants and submissives are?” “Not really, sir.” “I am dominant. It means that I like to dominate my partners. To tell them what they can and can’t do. Tell them how to do things and so on and to punish them when they disobey. I have never had a steady relationship with this kind of power exchange because I have never met one I want that with. I have had contracted submissives, but those have only been in the controlled environment of the club I am a member of.” I pause to let this information land in her mind. Her eyes fall to her hands on my chest and her brows are furrowed in concentration as she contemplates this new information.

He looked untouched by the night before, effortlessly commanding attention as he placed a book on his desk. His gaze flicked to her. And in that split second, she knew. He wasn’t going to pretend. He wasn’t going to let her pretend, either. His lips curved—a silent challenge. “Open your books,” Dominic said, his voice smooth as sin. “Today, we’re discussing the art of deception.” The words sent a shiver down her spine. Because she had a feeling— This was personal. And she was about to learn that Dominic Valenti didn’t just play games.

Isabella's magnanimous withdrawal should have solved all my problems. Instead, it made me want to drag her back to my office and remind her exactly how she'd trembled under my commands just yesterday. I wanted to make her remember the way her body had responded to my voice, the way she'd gasped and arched beneath my instructions, the way she'd completely surrendered to my will despite her fears. You belong to me, I wanted to tell her. You don't get to decide when you want me and when you don't. The urge to assert my dominance, to claim what was mine by right of arrangement and conquest, burned through me with startling intensity. Every instinct I possessed screamed that Isabella Cohen was tr