Dom Contract Novels & Stories

Rosalie’s POV The heavy silence that followed his command pressed down on the room, thick and suffocating. Dominic casually crossed his long legs, leaning back into the dark leather of his chair, watching me like a hawk mapping out its next strike. He didn’t offer a single drop of warmth; he just dropped a bombshell, his eyes tracking every micro-expression on my face. “Usually, the process of picking a contract Luna stretches for two weeks,” Dominic murmured, his voice dangerous in its absolute calm. “But I have made my decision. I will sign you.”

"This isn’t a contract. It’s a leash. He’s built it so that legally, you belong to him." My stomach twisted. "Have you ever heard of dominant-submissive relationships?" he asked gently. I shook my head. He sighed. "It’s when one person, the dominant, controls every aspect of the other’s life. The submissive follows orders without question. Sometimes it’s consensual. Sometimes not. Gordon’s dressed this contract to look professional, but it’s modelled after that. And knowing him…" He trailed off grimly. A memory stabbed through me: Gordon’s voice in his office, smooth and commanding, take off your blouse. My skin crawled.

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” “You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” “Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?” “He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged. “What's a DOM?” “A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”

Frame agreement for a Dominant / Submissive relationship This document specifies the responsibilities and duties of Damian Black {the Dominant} and Vincent Romano {the Submissive} as part of a consensual BDSM agreement. This agreement is private and shall not be disclosed in any circumstances to anyone, even if it is not legally binding. The Dominant I, Damian Black , request of Vincent Romano the acceptance of my dominance and guidance. I ask for ownership of your mind and body in return for my care and protection. Through this agreement, we may strengthen our bond and increase intimacy.

My eyes moved over the first line. Then the title. And my breath stopped. PRIVATE MARITAL AGREEMENT I looked up slowly, my entire body gone still. Dominic’s gaze did not waver. “The board wants stability,” he said. “The political class wants a cleaner image. And I want everyone who thinks they can corner me to choke on disappointment.” His hand flattened over the top page. “This,” he said quietly, “is how we solve both problems.” My mouth went dry. I stared at the contract. Then at him.

Dominik's charity gala, repurposed from a civic duty into a declaration of his undiminished power, is in full swing, and I, apparently, am part of the command staff. He involves me in everything. Not in the planning of the menu or the music, those details are handled with his usual ruthless efficiency by unseen forces, but in the contracts. The vendor agreements, the insurance riders, the security protocols. He has me reviewing line items, cross-referencing costs, ostensibly using my business degree for its intended purpose. I know he’s just keeping me occupied while the clock ticks down on my fertility. But sitting at the antique desk in the mansion's library, a stack of contracts before me

He said reassuringly. “Why not?” Duke could not fathom why he should not be worried. Everything seemed to be turning upside down so fast. “I signed a contract, Sir,” Dominic responded. “And I intend to see it through.” He saw some hope enter the distraught man’s eyes. “Are you saying that you will not tell your father about the contract?” he asked. Dominic shook his head. “I will not do that.” He confirmed. Duke’s hope was rising but he was still worried. “You will not tell your father this is all a camouflage?” he pressed, desperately needing to be doubly sure.

He rolled it open and I caught the first line. Consensual Intimacy Contract (D/s Terms Private & Confidential) Between Mark Rexona (Dominant Party / Employer) and Teresa Smith (Submissive Party / Employee)

Six to eight weeks in Marcus's territory was the last thing I wanted. But Dominic was an independent player, he seemed to have zero connection to the Silver Moon Pack Council or Marcus. Working with Marcus's consortium would have been even more profitable, but it came with heavy emotional battles. Dominic's deal offered true financial freedom without pack interference. Not to forget the Johnson Global Security firm was practically well known and established in Silvermoon "Well, I have to take my leave now. I had been meeting up with a few friends, but decided to drop by. Take your time to review the details," Dominic said, standing up smoothly and pulling out a business card. "I'll be in tou