Dominant And Submissive Novels & Stories

They needed to get us reintegrated, run us through training again, and prep us for deployment sooner than expected. Bhakti and I had been getting closer, and I could feel her coming around to the matebond. And her domination kink? Fucking hot. I’d been doing a lot of research into dom/sub relationships. It was an eye-opener, to say the least. There was a lot more to it than just control. The real power was in the submissive’s hands—they set the limits, they decided what was too much, they gave the final say.

Something given, not something that was required or taken. Knowing that she’d willingly trusted me with all of herself, even in Del Mar, showed me what an amazing and resilient woman she was. I’d never forced her. I never would. That was the differentiation between unique tastes and abuse. A true dominant—the opposite of a submissive—understood and respected the fact that the submissive was the one with the true power. From our first meeting, the first time her golden eyes met mine, I never doubted that she was in control. I was captured by her spell.

"I just can't. Right now, I'm not ready for it" "Then prepare yourself. This can qualify you for the International level. Come on", I almost begged her to accept that. "I know. But not now. And you can't order me", she fired back at me. "Remember the roles? You're switching it by being bossy" "Things were always equal between us. We dominated, we submitted. And the agreement had the clause which you had missed", I chuckled. "What? Which clause?", she looked surprised. "You didn't read?", I cracked up. "I added one clause that the dominant has to fulfil at least one command of the submissive each day. Damn!"

As expected, Neal was all over the trending topics. #CEOofGrayCorporationLikesSadomasochism #DoesNealGray'sFetishPlayAPartInHisSuccess? I was speechless. Well, it didn't matter. I was the one who wore the pants in this relationship. … I spent a few more days at the hospital. Neal took me home once I was all better. He was too shy to ask me outright to sleep with him the first few days I was back, but he dropped hints daily. I acted like I didn't notice them, though.

“I want you to punish her for putting me to shame in front of all the pack members.” “Are you ordering me around now?” He glared at her. “Not on my life alpha, I dare not order you around,” she bowed her head. “I only ask that you seek justice for me.” “Justice?” he asked, the sound of papers being shuffled filling the room. She didn’t have to be told before she knew he was getting up from his seat, he towered over her small frame, and she cringed. His dominance overwhelmed her, forcing her to go on her knee.

Fin wrapped his hand around Jax's waist as he spoke, "First, he beats Nico, then he causes his Beta to submit. Now he's curled up in your lap. He's definitely not your normal sub. In fact, if I didn't see the way he acted around you, I don't think I'd consider him a sub at all. I'd rather not get on his bad side." "You and me both." That came from Josh, who glanced at his future luna with respect and slight fear. They weren't wrong. The way he acted and carried himself made it extremely clear that he was an Alpha through and through. And a strong one at that. I didn't mind, though. In fact, the way he dominated others while submitting to me was sexy, in my opinion. It gave me more to cherish

During full moons, nakedness flocks the entire place so it was nothing new. ********************* Brown haired coyotes sniffed the air as the fume from the approaching van went into their nostrils. Karen had fallen asleep during the ride but she'd come awake after a slight bump into a log. "Are we there yet__?" She asked, rubbing her sleepy eyes and yawning. "Yeah,I heard their alpha is damn gorgeous." Dora said, giggling as Karen rolled her eyes. "He's someone's mate." Karen said sternly as she wondered if she'd ever be mated to a man. It seems no one was made for her and she didn't want any other person, just one person. The person who hates her to a fault....

“I don’t…well…besides reading romance novels with a bit of a domination theme. I realized that type of sexual relationship was what I was looking for.” “Submissive?” She nodded. “Say the word. If you want to be submissive to me, you’ll say it.” “Submissive.” “So if you’re submissive, that makes me…?” “Dominant.” “Exactly. Do you know what it means to be under the rule of a dominant male, Domini?” “No. But I know you’ll teach me. I want you to teach me.”

“Damn, okay, I see why she keeps rejecting my offer, but there are couple activities, you know, there is the claiming ritual.” “Claiming?” “Oh right, you asked me a question before, ‘subs’, was it? Subs are submissives, people who like to give up control to someone else. Sometimes, it's sexual; sometimes, it's not; this time, however, it is most definitely sexual. Anyway, claiming is where a ‘dom’, in this case, dominant, a submissive’s master, claims a submissive as her own in a room full of their most favoured sex partners or exes. This is for locals, though, because most locals know who dates who; I don’t know if you’d make the cut as Lizzy’s submissive, but-”

She looked at him in confusion, so he explained further. "A Top is someone who gives pleasure. A Bottom is someone who receives it. A dominant is someone who takes control. A submissive is someone who surrenders theirs. What that means is; a Top and a dominant are not always the same thing, but a dominant can be a Top, just the same as a submissive can. For example, if you were on your knees giving me fellatio. Ignoring the fact that I am physically above you, you would be providing the pleasure, so you would be the Top. If I were on my knees, giving you cunnilingus; you are physically above me, but I am the Top for pleasuring you. I am still in control because I am the dominant, but that do