Dom Contract Novels & Stories

"And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?" Chad rounded the table in two long strides, pulling her to her feet and crushing her against his chest. "You'll just have to wait and see," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "But I promise you one thing - by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll forget all about Karen and every other demon plaguing your mind. I'll fill you up with so much pleasure and adoration that you'll be drunk on it for days." Cassandra shivered, desire and anticipation thrumming through her veins like wildfire. "Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, tilting her head back in blatant invitation.

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

Many people had that one person they could trust-perhaps a relative or a friend. Andra picked up the contract and signed it. Then she lay back and stared up at the ceiling and wondering how she would survive the deal. *** At the same hour, Dominic studied the contract on the bed in a simply furnished bedroom. He considered the terms fair enough and appended his signature, finally accepting the deal on pen and paper. He left the bed and placed the contract on the table. A knock sounded on the half-open door and his friend entered. He looked at the contract as Dominic sat down as though he was expecting the discouraging words that would be coming from his mouth.