Dominance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“My client would like to review the contract and reassess the situation. She needs more information.” “I’ll give permission to read the fine print. Do it now.” He handed me the tablet; the contract was already up. I began rereading a document that I’d read several times before signing. At the top were two definitions. Dominant: ruling, governing, or controlling; having or exerting authority of influence: dominant in the chain of command. Also, occupying or being in a commanding or elevated position. Submissive: inclined or ready to submit; unresistingly or humbly obedient. Synonyms are tractable, compliant, pliant, amenable, passive, resigned, patient, docile, tame, subdued.

Instinctively, Natalie wanted to fight her mate’s dominance, but the look in his eyes stopped her. It wasn’t just the determined, demanding glint there, but the lingering anxiety she had sensed earlier. Natalie knew that when you had an alpha for a mate there were times when to push and times when to submit. Right now, Dominic needed the latter. Something had happened today that had left him feeling helpless, left him feeling out of control. She needed to give that control back to him, even if it meant squashing her instincts to fight him. It wasn’t hard to do when his dominant vibes were clogging the air and quashing her own, impressing her wolf.

I forced my focus back to the headmaster, my jaw tight. “The Dominion Ranking System is only the beginning,” Soren said, his voice carrying the weight of centuries. “As you can see from your phones, you have been sorted into four Dominions—Solas, Vesper, Ferox, and Umbra. Each is a medium, designed to forge you into leaders or break you into nothing.” “As I mentioned earlier, Solas demands discipline and command. Vesper rewards cunning and strategy. Ferox thrives on raw strength. Umbra… Umbra is for those who must claw their way back from failure.”

Claim your power openly and dare anyone to challenge you. "Which would you choose?" "For you? Dominate. " A slight smile crossed his perfect features. "You're not built for hiding, Aria. And negotiation requires a position of weakness you no longer have. But domination... that's where your strength lies." "You make it sound simple." "It's not. Domination requires absolute confidence, perfect control, and the willingness to destroy anyone who challenges you." He leaned forward. "Can you do that?" I thought about Celeste. Morgana.

creating something dark and addictive and completely overwhelming. "You like this," Dominic observed, pounding into her. "Like being fucked by the man who just beat you. Like submitting sexually to someone who dominated you physically. You're a fighter, Cass, but deep down, you want to be claimed by someone stronger." "Yes!" Cass sobbed, the admission torn from her. "Yes, I want it! Want you! Want this!" "Then take it. Take my cock. Take everything I'm giving you." Dominic's hand wrapped around her throat....not choking her, just holding her, controlling her—while his other hand found her clit and rubbed rough circles.

His strong, strong hands were grasping and kneading at her breasts, anchoring her body in this delicious, helpless limbo, as he fucked her senselessly. Intimate was not the word. Love was not the word. This was domination—fierce, animalistic, mindless—and she was caught in it. She was near the edge—she couldn’t hold much longer. All this pleasure was going to tide over, soon, again. Her cries caught in her throat as she felt herself about to cum, the delicious, crashing weight pitched past the breaking point. Kade felt it too, and he seized the front of her neck with that firm, controlling hold.

Witnessing the woman's difficulty in control, he considered quickly. Being a dominant aka a master has the power to give orders as long as it does not violate the agreement they agreed upon at the beginning, and an agreement must be carefully thought out because the slave is prohibited from refusing if he does not want to be punished. What kind of punishment? They need to discuss it further. "Okay, if you ask me to be your Dom, are you sure you can consistently obey?"

Emiliano’s dominance was precise, meticulous, and terrifyingly controlled. ​He moved with a powerful, relentless efficiency, his focus total. He was claiming his right, fulfilling his command, with the same cold dedication he applied to securing a shipping route or dismantling a rival’s organization. His body was hard, dominant, and utterly unyielding, radiating a heat that was entirely physical, not emotional.

He repeated in his slow commanding voice, it made me squirm in my seat. “I like being bound, I like being spanked, and I like to please my dominant.” I said my voice a breathy whisper, he blinked slowly at me and I knew that he had heard my softly spoken words as a smile spread across his face. “Good girl,” he said as he resumed eating. I looked down at my food, I was hungry and it had nothing to do with food now. His praise had struck something inside of me, something that wanted to please him. Not just the dominant part of him, although I had a feeling there was nothing about Marcus that wasn’t commanding. He seemed like someone who was always in control of himself and the people and t

The seam pressed right against my swollen clit and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from squirming. He kept going, completely professional, but every sentence hit me like a slow stroke. “True dominance isn’t loud. It’s quiet confidence. It’s the ability to make someone want to obey without ever raising your voice.” His eyes swept the room again and paused on me—just a fraction longer than anyone else. “When a person finally stops fighting that pull… when they drop to their knees and offer themselves completely… that’s when the real dynamics begin.”