Books On Dominance Novels & Stories

Taking out one, I closed back the drawer and walked down to the garage where I put the contact in the glove compartment of my car so I don’t forget it. Walking into my room, my eyes landed on one of the books Nyla was reading while she was here. Walking up closer, I picked it up and saw that it was one of the books from my library titled “Controlling Her Every Pleasure.” This book was one of my favorites, as it tells the story of a woman and a man exploring new things in their sexual relationship that had died after she had a baby. It also showcases exactly what I do. I dominate women, but only in bed. I like to have control over their sexual needs, telling them what to do and when to come.

As Serena reached there she saw her brother beckoning her over to where he and the alpha’s son Vante stood. Damon continued discussing about Nagoka pack’s visit with Vante as he watched his little sister walking over to them. He had believed that he won’t be seeing her today. “Will you be training someone today?” Damon asked Serena to confirm if she was here to train someone. Serena gave a respectful nod to Vante as he was the future alpha before continuing to answer her brother. “Yes, I was thinking of training the new young females group, they have no idea how to defend themselves let alone fight, they are in a bad condition. I had to dismiss them after a few runs last time since it was t

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.

No one dared to mess with them although Conan was only the head butler. “Trust me.” Amel tried to convince Conan. “Watch out at 12 o’clock. Beta team moves further back.” His normal voice tuned up to strict whenever he was giving the order. “Your argument?” “I study dominance, and you can tell our lord is being a dom in most of the situations by how her cold eyes or when she spat the murderous intention. Dom usually wants control so she was exerting her dominance by placing the haters in their place. May look irrelevant, but that’s how I see it.” Argued Amel with his heated reasoning that no one cares.

Elongated canines dug deep into my lips, and claws slipped from my fingertips. Depending on the Alpha, the effect of his dominance could vary. Adrian's dominance was a toe-curling chill that sunk deep into a person's bones. It was designed to instill fear, immobilize, and bend others to his will. Fitting for someone of his designation. As for mine? I didn't need the theatrics. Out in the woods, where I had no one to rule, and everyone else was my enemy, it was better to keep things straight to the point.

different. It wasn’t just that he listened to her. That, in itself, was disturbing enough. No, it was the way he deferred to her. The way he allowed her presence beside him, allowed her touch without reprimand. It was unnatural. Alphas ruled. Omegas obeyed. That was the way of things.

I took a slow sip of my coffee, the bitter warmth grounding the sudden, sharp spike of adrenaline in my veins. Myth Number One: Dominance is synonymous with cruelty. I created a new header, pouring every ounce of what I had learned from watching Victor, Marco, and Leo into the text. In reality, ethical dominance is the most crushing, magnificent burden a human being can choose to carry. To hold the physical and psychological safety of another person in your hands requires a level of radical empathy that conventional relationships rarely demand. A true Dominant does not seek to break their partner; they seek to build an impenetrable fortress around them. They study their partner's micro-expre

Not of survival. But of dominance. And once that kind of contest began It rarely ended with everyone still standing.

“We are here to control direction.” Every word was Measured.. “We focus on long term dominance. Not temporary wins.” She paused. Then added softly, “Power does not need to announce itself. It simply… exists.” Silence. Then and eruption of applause. Dominic didn’t clap. He couldn’t. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for water. “Sir?” his assistant whispered. Dominic did not answer him and just kept on drinking. “She’s alive…” he thought. “She’s married…to that bastard”

"Why do you need this? Is it . . . is it just, um, sexual?" "No." He runs a hand through his hair. "It's . . . My wolf, Kian, he's extremely dominant. More than most. It's not just about authority or pack hierarchy. It's about control. Dominance. The need to command." "But you don't just go around commanding everyone." "Because I have outlets. Safe, consensual ways to express that dominance. Without them . . ." He pauses, choosing his words carefully. "Without proper outlets, dominant wolves can become dangerous. Controlling. The need to dominate bleeds into every interaction."