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A sub-Dom relationship. One between us both. I looked back at Damien and for a brief moment, I wondered if he was going to do the same thing he did to Aphrodite to me. But it was clearly written there. “The Submissive is not permitted to love the Dominant. If such weakness occurs, this contract will end at once. The Dominant does not accept devotion beyond obedience.” I wanted to ask what happens if the dominant falls in lovr instead, but I looked at Damien and I almost laughed at loud.

Daemon smirked and looked at him. "Chill, Dom. It was her first time, just like she said. She might not see me the next day if I stay for another hour," he said and walked away while buttoning up his shirt. Dom, followed him as his arms are crossed. "So, where are you going after this? Are you going home or going directly to... the HB?" Dom asked his boss as he followed him. Daemon looked at him and raised his eyebrow before rolling his eyes. The HB is their usual spot, a famous bar that only few people can get inside, those who are only the famous and influential ones.

Dax turned his head and nodded to the man. “Sarah, this is Dom, my beta. Dom, this is Princess Sarah, my mate.” Dom’s eyes got wide as he realized what happened with the bimbo. He was taller at 6’ 7” with light brown hair and brown eyes. He had a clean-shaven face with a more slick body type, but was still very muscular. “Dom, please show Sarah around while I go pack.” Dax didn’t even wait for an answer before walking off. “So…princess huh?” Dom stated lamely.

I asked wistfully. With his curled knuckles, he gently tipped up my chin, making me look into his gray orbs. The firm lips were as it was, but there was a smile in his eyes. "In a D/s relationship, the dominant is the proprietor of a rightful title, and so am I. Usually, the submissives call me Sir," he informed.

There were all kinds of things. The more I scrolled, the more my jaw dropped. It was like discovering a whole hidden world. I found words I had never heard before, and the deeper I went, the more surprised and weirded out I felt. First, there was the whole concept of "D/s". Dominance and submission. The articles explained that it wasn't just about the sex, it was a psychological game of control. One person gave up all their power, and the other person took it. The website talked about "subs" who wanted to be ordered around, and who found peace in completely giving up their choices. It felt completely bizarre to me. I couldn't wrap my head around why anyone, let alone my sweet Melanie, would

"No. I messed up. Completely. Until now I've been playing submissive by his rules. But if I want to beat him, I need to change the game entirely." "You sound like a secret agent. And how exactly are you planning to do that?" "He thrives on control. I'm going to make him lose it. Completely." Greta looked at me, half confused, half entertained. "You know I'm on your side, but honestly? Burning him down sounds easier." I laughed. "You're so dramatic." She stayed with me until late evening. We watched horror movies and ate an obscene amount of junk food. We put the subject of Axel aside for the night, and I was grateful. I wouldn't have survived another conversation about him.

She felt her juice running down her leg again and her mouth flew open. “What do you want Bella?” he growled into her ears again, the sound of his husky dominant voice pushed her a little to the edge and she wanted to find her release, so she rubbed her clit faster. Just as she neared the edge, he pulled out of her and stilled the movement of her finger.

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.

"I happen to know you've been looking into certain...acquisitions. Perhaps you could fill me in on the details?" Ah, so he was fishing for information on the Site C investigation, trying to pass it off as casual brotherly interest. I had to repress a humourless smile at the transparent ploy, annoyance simmering beneath my business facade. Jameson excelled at vices - gambling, womanising, extravagance. But discretion was clearly not his strong suit.

I cocked my head to the side, “An alternative?” I question, “Would you be my submissive?” He did not just ask me that. Wait, he’s into that? “You mean, like,” “BDSM, Hailie.” He says, “I am a dom. And you,” he chuckles darkly, “you are definitely a submissive brat if I ever saw one.” “I can be a brat, yeah, but I am not a,” “Hailie,” he said, cutting me off. I shut my mouth instantly, “You are a sub; trust me on that.”