Books On Dominance Novels & Stories

"My father didn't approve of educating omegas, but he couldn't deny me books without seeming cruel." Dominic's expression darkened slightly. "Alpha Richard. I've heard he was... traditional in his views." "Traditional is one word for it." I pulled a book from the shelf… a collection of old pack histories. "He believed omegas were meant to serve and nothing more. That we were weak by nature and purpose." "Yet here you stand, having saved hundreds of lives." Dominic took the book, studying the cover. "I'd say you've thoroughly disproven his theory."

She's not even getting a chance to speak when he continued. "Now, let's get to business." His dark green eyes seems to look at her deeply through her eyelids, and Ava feels like melting and getting drowned by his stare. "We doesn't have any business," Boss BD chuckle giving Ava goosebumps. "Yes we have, Ava. You are still breathing now because of me. I save you from those men you have a debt with. And in exchange of that..." he suddenly reached out and touched her chin softly. "You are going to be my sex slave. You must obey all my command. You are now trapped in my dominant ways. And there's no turning back."

"It's big and looks extra comfy. Perfect for forcing erring little bitches who don't know their place into submission." By the moon! Daciana's face heated up with a blush as she snarled. "You pervert! I wouldn't be caught dead having anything sexual to do with you three." Axel scoffed, folding his arms in front of his chest and leaning disturbingly close to her ears. "Oh, but you're our mate, aren't you? And it will be your duty as our mate to... Service us in bed. I'm curious to see if an Omega will have any moves different from a normal wolf."

THE books she read didn’t ready her for the things that her mate was about to do. No, those books only talked about vanilla sex. The type of sex that were slow and sweet and perfect for first timers. He thrusted his cock deeper into her throat, grunting as the pressure built up within him. The books definitely didn’t mention how satisfying it was to get dominated by your partner. She was choking and gagging on his large cock but she was enjoying every single bit of it.

It was clear neither was willing to back down. Sophia’s grip on Alex’s arm tightened slightly. She could feel the subtle tremor beneath his calm exterior—the storm brewing just below the surface. For years, Alex had built his empire on caution and precision. Dominic’s return threatened to unravel it all in one swift motion. Dominic took a slow step forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “You’ve been cautious, Alex. Too cautious. Playing it safe, hiding behind half-measures. That’s not how power is taken — it’s how power is lost.”

This baby must be kept a secret at all costs. Lord Axel slammed the records shut in anger. Maybe he should be the one to go out in search of his mate and not trust this weaklings he has assigned to do the job. His place as an Alpha is being threatened and everyday he thinks of the threats from the white wolves, he reminds himself that there is a need for a heir to his throne. Someone he would train to be strong enough to lead the pack! Ever since he placed a request to the moon for his fated mate and heir to the throne, the moon has remained quiet. How else does an Alpha draw his strength if the moon forsakes him? Is the moon punishing him for parading around with women when he was younger?

But Travian… he taught me something I never understood until now: That dominance isn’t about position. It’s about presence. And right now, in his m outh, I felt more seen, more worshipped, more powerful—and more vulnerable—than I ever had. And I loved every second of it.

His pupils dilated till his eyes were practically black, drinking the grey. Clara’s heart pounded in her ribs like a bird in a cage. She could sense his strength, which was crushing, primitive, and very intoxicating. He was more than a wolf. He was the Alpha. And not just any alpha; he was an alpha king. Dominic rose slowly from the leather couch, his huge, powerful body looming over all the other people in the room. His business associates were in a complete hush, which was a testament to his terrible status. His eyes never left Clara, tracking the line of her neck, the rise and fall of her breasts, and the tremor of her hands.

The book arrives on a Tuesday. Dominic isn't home when it comes. I'm at the foundation and the package is left on the doorstep. When I come home, I see it sitting there and I know immediately what it is. I pick it up carefully like it might break. The book is bound in a simple navy cover. The title is clear: Accountability and Transformation: Building Systems That Work. The author name is Dominic Marcello. My husband's name on the cover of a book.

At that moment, my curiosity takes over any logical thinking. "Oh, darling, this is going to be fun. In BDSM, we practice many things- the most popular being physical restraints, inflicting pain, and power play. It's not just fun or something we can enjoy on the weekends; it's a lifestyle for my brother and me. It's a variety of erotic practices- bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, sadomasochism, and other related dynamics. There are more than I could explain before you have to return to your room. First, let me explain what dominant is, and then I'll enlighten you on the difference between regular and primal dominant. You should understand that each role is often used outside the be