Dom Relationship Novels & Stories

“Are you adjusting, Cam? Now that you’ve got a kid and a wife? Do you want us to be a big happy family? When all this chaos you never wanted is destroying the serenity of your haven?” No, now I’ve got everything I ever wanted. Domini wasn’t the only one who’d mastered the art of deflection. “I’ll double check I shut the grill off while you tuck Anton in.” Domini was already in bed when he returned to their bedroom. Cam stripped, unfastened his prosthesis and slid beneath the covers. Immediately Domini wrapped herself around him. She kissed his biceps. And his collarbones. Her lips skimmed his throat. “Cam?”

Dom spoke slowly and inched his way towards me. My body immediately started shaking. "6 months? What the fuck Dom? You just spoke of marriage this morning and now you have to leave me at the worst time ever in our relationship for 6 fucking months?" I shrieked. "How long have you known?" I asked my voice quivering. "This morning baby." He whispered as he brought his arms around me tighter. My whole body going numb from the feeling of losing him for so long. He couldn't leave me. Not now. Not after losing our cub, finding my father, and we had only found each other 4 months ago.

“You don’t know me.” “I know enough,” he said. He stopped right in front of her. Close enough that she could feel the heat from his body. “I know you’ve been searching my name at night. I know your husband hurts you. And I know you feel something when you dominate my cock with your hands.” Elara looked up at him. Her voice shook. “I’m sorry—” Dante’s slow smirk stopped her cold. “Don’t be. I’m not finished with you yet, Doctor.”

"Not after everything we've done together. I feel so much when I'm with you." Chad frowned thoughtfully, recognizing the truth in her words. Cassandra had bared herself in ways most people never did - both literally and figuratively. There was something inherently vulnerable about submitting so completely to another person's will. But he also knew Cassandra's capacity for love and intimacy ran deep. She deserved to experience it without the constant specter of their Dom/sub dynamic hovering over them. "Maybe we don't need to be normal," he said slowly, an idea taking shape in his mind. "Maybe we can find our own middle ground between these worlds - something that feeds your submission while

For a long moment, he says nothing at all, just holds me, one hand in my hair, the other resting securely at my back, as though he’s already decided that I’m something to be protected rather than used, hurt, dismissed. The beautiful intimacy of this moment is almost overwhelming. It’s not sexual, despite his fingers stroking my most secret, delicate flesh less than thirty minutes ago, so strongly that my pussy lips are still swollen, still humming. No, this is something far more dangerous than his fingers on my clit or my nipples. Far deeper and more life-changing than just sex. “Iris,” he says softly. “Yes, Daddy?” “You’ll listen to me from now on.” “I will.” “You will not decide what matte

Rejection again, this time laced with mockery. Like the last time when he had reminded me that he was answering to the Council. “Mmm… interesting,” I said, changing my tone. I made it sound like we were friends. “I learned about your sister. Fertility issues. It’s a sad thing for a family to go through.” I watched him. I wanted a flinch. A twitch. Anything to show and confirm my suspicions. Dom’s face was a mask of iron. “Yes. It is.” “How far have you gone to help her?” I asked as I stepped closer. “Have you found anything that works? Any special medicine?”