Dom Wife Novels & Stories

[ D O M I N I C O ] I sit beside my beautiful, smiling wife. We're alone in the kitchen, about to be done with our brunch. Like the rest of the house, this room is mostly white and not cluttered. Thanks to her. She runs this place day and night. I let her because she's the boss around here. I know better than to pretend it's the other way around. It's a modest house, but cozy. Who needs a mansion, anyway? Our home is nestled in a quiet town far away from the chaos of Florence.

"Sorry, of course, you're new. No, don't worry. They know me here. I'm just going to find my wife upstairs." "Yes, your friend said that you'd got married." "James? You've met him here?" "Yes, just the other day." Oh, god what did he say to the poor girl? "Was he polite?" "Oh, yes. He was a gentleman." Thank God for that.... "Glad to hear it. He's a good man; one of the best, but sometimes.... um... empathy's not his strong point." She bursts out laughing and the bubble of tension bursts. "He's a Dom, isn't he. If you cut him in half, it'd say 'Dom' running right through the middle."

"I need to go and wash up." "Bathe me first. Then you can go." "What?" Her eyes widened, shocked by his request. "Are you a damn child?" "You're my wife. It's your job," Dominic said nonchalantly. "If you don’t want to, then don’t even think about going anywhere. You will spend the whole day locked in here with me." "You...!" Belladonna hissed. "You're so infuriating. You don't even want me as your wife, yet you’d take every advantage you can get!" she snapped, slamming her book shut.

, he said. “you do know, me agreeing to this, doesn’t mean I’m giving you the right to sleep with her”, Domingo said as he narrowed his eyes, there’s no way, he would allow another man to sleep with his wife, sexual favors, yes, that’s as far as he can go, her body was for him and him alone. “I’m only allowing you to touch, kiss, go on dates if you’re willing to pay for it, apart from that, nothing else, she’s my wife and she belongs to me”.

I replied with a sharp and satisfied smile. Dominic stood up and looked at the woman with a sneer of genuine disgust that probably would have made a weaker person's heart stop on the spot. "My wife is the only reason I bother coming home at night so I suggest you take your outdated opinions and find a different ballroom to haunt," he said. He didn't wait for a response before turning his back on her and focusing all of his attention back on the way I was breathing.

But keeping my sanity, I put my hands on his chest trying to push him away, whispering: "Stop it..." But Dominik doesn't seem to want to stop, and releasing my arms, he reaches down to my waist holding me by that part of my body, to keep me dammed against the wall but still attached to his body. "You are my wife now, aren't you? Then you should learn to behave like a woman, you are no longer a little girl, now you should start behaving like an adult" Dominik whispers, not letting me run away.

I barely had the time to wrap the towel properly around my chest before Dom stepped in, his face was set in calm professionalism as usual. "Bishop sent me to check up on you." Dom announced without even looking towards my side, he only glanced at me once, but just when I thought he was supposed to appreciate what he was seeing, he didn't even flinch. He looked away from my wet skin as though I was a turn off to him. It makes me doubt if Dom is even human at all. He doesn't find women attractive, could he be gay? He once told me he was married, perhaps he's joking about it, because I've never seen an emotionless man like Dom ever getting married.

I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she saw I already knew about it, thanks to Alex keeping me subtly looped in on her accomplishments. My wife has no idea about my true business dealings. To her, I'm just her goofy, underachieving husband puttering around the house all day in my ratty flannel pajamas while she goes out conquering the corporate world. She assumes I live entirely off her wealth and success. If only she knew the truth...that I was the silent force behind Venture Enterprises, a sprawling technology conglomerate on the cusp of dominating the industry. That the bumbling, artistic persona I portrayed was carefully cultivated to throw observers off the trail.

"You are perfect to me, Katara. And I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, supporting you, and cherishing every moment we have together. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Katara's heart swelled with emotion as she looked into his eyes, feeling the weight of his love and commitment. In that moment, she knew that she wanted nothing more than to share her life with this incredible man who had come into her world and changed it so profoundly. With tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Sean. Yes, I will marry you."

"She's different from other women; she doesn't care about the extravagance of wealthy families." Shawn, annoyed, retorted, "How do you know she doesn't care?" Dom naturally wouldn't mention their heated argument in the car. He just replied with an expression of gloominess, "She's special." Special... Look, look, how easily misunderstood that statement could be! Shawn rubbed his temples, forcing himself to suppress his anger and not explode. "Ivy is my wife. So, please, play the role of a good brother. You've crossed the line." Dom, a momentary flash of surprise in his eyes, quickly regained composure.