Dom And Sub Imagines Novels & Stories

But someone was handsome as him wouldn’t ask me on a date, I wasn’t a knock out or anything but I knew I could turn a few heads with my long legs and curvy waist. No, I needed to stop thinking like this. He probably just wanted to talk about the company he would be absorbing soon and just needed someone to bounce ideas off of. That had to be it. I needed a dom that was outside of work, although inside of work could be good too. All of the places he could take me filtered through my mind and I bit my lower lip imagining as he took me over his knee. “Count for me.” He would say in the voice.

Julian was a Soft Dom, and Henri could be referred to as a Pleasure Dom. They were two sides of the same coin, and I still couldn’t choose between them. Instead, I found myself dangerously caught in the middle, where the lines between control, identity, and surrender blurred beyond recognition. One reckless decision led to another, and now I was no longer just the brat with forbidden desires. I was a wife, and a soon-to-be mother, discovering powers that both thrilled and terrified me. I doubt my father ever imagined I’d fall for Alphas instead of the rogue he had handpicked for me.

Smut warning⚠️ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ DOMINIC Morning comes again, and I wake up next to my beautiful wife, my love, and finally, she becomes my submissive too. I don't expect how open-minded she is about this. If I knew she would be this open, I would ask her to become my submissive after we married, but everything in this life has a destiny.

Clarissa’s POV:- “Dominant?” I whispered, staring into his eyes while many thoughts ran in my head, is he going to make me his submissive? Was the first question rushed to my mind. I know about this relationship but it never took my interest, I know nothing about this, I just know that a dominant wants his woman to be submissive to him. He wants her to submit herself to him, and that’s it, I only know that much and nothing more. “Are you? Cyrus?” I asked with my heart beating louder than ever, I was scared of the answer, I don't know what I should do if he’s Cyrus.

“Dimitri’s father wants your power, Amelia. He was obsessed with you and that made him go mad. And seeing that his father turned into a feral wolf, Dimitri blamed you. And now he wants you too.” “Wait… wait… I am so confused right now.” I put both hands into my head not understanding what he wants to imply. “Why do you keep on saying that he wants me? what is it that he wants? And what power are you talking about? Didn’t everyone here have the power to shapeshift? Why does he want me?” I asked with full of urgency that I didn’t even take time to breathe between words. Alpha Drake stood up and sat at the sofa adjacent to mine.

Foreplay was over as soon as that condom was properly rolled down his dick. I liked that he let me be on top, playing into my need for control. I can’t help it. I’m a D’Amore. We are born Doms. Not the first time and won’t be the last that I ride his cock like this, but unlike any time before this, everything felt more intense. Each roll of my hips and thrust of his cock lit me up. I could see the purple aura of my magic surrounding us.

And in the next training session we torture all those betrayers. For a fact her mother set a tray full of treats for her. Her father and brother walked in, her father going straight towards her mother landing a loud on the crown of her head. While her and Brandon never failed to be disgusted by the sight even though it is literally a routine and of course her mother blushed like every time. Their parents never failed to amaze them, a love so deep, how and why is residing questions in both of their minds. Maybe it was the mate bond and that is why they both seemed to wish a love a little different and one that feels independent, which isn’t forced on them, literally. But they also respected

"Sit down and close your eyes... Just imagine a woman... Let's see what kind of woman you want..." Alex suggested. "Rubbish!" Dom scowled. "Do it! Close your eyes and imagine a woman..." Alex insisted. Dom sighed and closed his eyes.

"Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught." Devon shifted and said. "The ideal candidate would have sufficient submissive traits, most probably discovered by self searching, or experimentation with sexual mates. We could seek out several of these, train them up, and then assist them in finding more permanent masters, for a small fee of course." "Honestly Devon, I like

One, he had a set of sparkling silver eyes and he wore his long black hair in a bun. They were having breakfast one morning as a family, as always, his father and mother were smiling at each other and Dom just sat there, unable to eat his bowl of rice wondering why his mama was kissing another man. Later on, his mother started to get sick and he had the Omegas whispering in the kitchen while he was passing along. “The Luna is pregnant, I tell you. We are going to have another baby in the household.” Dom was elated, he had always wished he took the features of his mother; blonde hair and blue eyes but he took his father’s and he spent the next couple of weeks imagining how his younger sibling