Dominant Novels & Stories

“And you kept pulling at your jeans, just like that. Little moans slipped out, and I watched you become more and more aroused while they devised a plan to share you. You don’t remember, but afterward I threatened anyone who touched you and shot the vilest one in the leg.” I didn’t remember anything after he made me come and come again. “You asserted your dominance.” He nodded. “I was forced to. Roman doesn’t like that he has to follow my command.” “Why is that?” “Because he is a Ferrante, and above everyone in the organization who isn’t a Ferrante.” There was more. A secret, but he wasn’t going to willingly give it up. “What’s your last name?” I asked. I knew him only as Domenico or la Besti

He has no idea the trap is already sprung. Dominic is already on his way down the corridor, following Aurel discreetly to see how much the compound works. He’s a dominant Alpha, heavy-handed and completely ruthless. If Aurel breaks down in that locker room, Dominic will be the first one through the door to witness the mess. He can even have a little fun with him since he loves a tight grip. If Laurentis turns out to be a fraud, he won't have the strength to fight back against a real Alpha's weight anyway.

“But tonight was about you. As your Dom, my job is to give you what you need, even if you don’t know or understand that you need it. Tonight, you needed to feel what it is like to submit, to understand that when you give up control, it fulfills something inside you.” “Doesn’t that mean that anyone who is strong enough can just hold me down and do what they want and I will enjoy it?” “No, little one,” he said. “Dominance and submission is a power exchange. I can overpower you easily enough with my body, but that’s not dominance. That’s abuse and it makes me an arsehole. True dominance is when you willingly give up control to me and the only power I have is what you give me. It’s trusting me t

“It’s locked up tight.” “Good,” Alexis smirked, fingers clenching around the edges of the table as she watched unflinchingly. It had been a thrilling game of cat and mouse for so many years, but now, now she finally had him cornered like the vile rodent he was. There was nowhere for him to run, nowhere to hide. The golden ticket had been sitting in the palm of her hand for years. Zoe. She’d been her friend for so damn long. Alexis had tried so desperately to keep her away, protect her from the monster that was Jon, but she hadn’t listened. She’d chosen him over her own friend like a complete fucking idiot. The only silver lining to the betrayal she felt was the fact that Zoe had become Jon’s

Vivian let out a soft, defeated moan against his mouth, her internal fire turning into absolute submission as she threw her arms around his neck, pulling his massive 6'4" frame down into her space. Dominic groaned deeply, a dark, primal sound that rattled through his chest as he took her mouth once more. This kiss was completely devoid of corporate calculation—it was a punishing, ravenous assertion of pure dominance. His tongue twined with hers in a slow, heavy rhythm that tasted of iron and smoke, a silent demand for total ownership that sent a violent spike of adrenaline straight to her center.

"As an Alpha, I was born to lead, to dominate. But with you... it's different." He paused, his gaze burning with intensity. "When you're dominant with me, it thrills me," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's like my entire being comes alive, responding to your commands, your touch." I felt a shiver run down my spine as he spoke, his words resonating deep within me. "And when I submit to you..." Helios's voice trailed off, his eyes closing as if in rapture. "It gives me a sense of fulfillment I've never known before. Like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be."

Sage said, rubbing circles on my hands, as beads of sweat started to form on his brow. "Well, I know that you are an alpha," I respond. Of course, he would be dominant; he would have to be to be an alpha. "No, not because I'm an alpha and not in that way." He replied, smiling nervously. "Oh, ok. What do you mean then?" I ask, completely baffled by what he is talking about. "What that means is….I am in control….in the bedroom." He says, nervously. "You see, a dom or dominant is a sexual participant who takes on the role of the superior and often controls the other participant, which is known as a sub or submissive. This type of p

He expected the book to end there but it continued further, going into what a fake dominant was. Someone who would take advantage of a submissive's loyalty. Fake dominants were known to be extremely dangerous. They lured in people who were new to the lifestyle and took advantage of them. He read carefully as the book explained signs of a fake dominant. The most important thing it discussed was how dangerous fake dominants were; they could be known to go past a submissive's limits and take advantage of the consent and trust they had been given.

She finds herself captivated by the way he carries himself, exuding confidence and control. As Tristan takes command of the room, Elizabeth's heart races in anticipation of what is to come. She watches his every move, entranced by the way he effortlessly commands attention and respect. His dominant side is a source of fascination and intrigue, and she can't help but admire the strength and authority he possesses. In her admiration, Elizabeth finds herself studying the subtle nuances of Tristan's dominant demeanor. The way he holds himself, the assertiveness in his voice, and the unwavering confidence in his gaze all contribute t

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.”