Dominant Wife Stories Novels & Stories

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

But something beneath it— Shifted. “You should be careful what you imply,” he said quietly. Adrian laughed once. No humor in it. “Imply?” A step closer. “She was humiliated because of you.” Another. “She was followed because of you.” Another. “She almost died—because of you.” The final words hit harder. Because they weren’t loud. They were certain. Dominic’s gaze hardened. “I would never do anything to harm my wife.” Adrian didn’t hesitate. “She won’t be your wife for long.”

The group burst into laughter. Dominic leaned closer to my ear slightly. “Careful how far that story goes, Wife,” he murmured quietly. I flashed him a tiny smirk. Oh i'll be careful. Carefully find subtle moments to absolutely ruin you. Husband. He turned back to the group. “She’s exaggerating,” he said calmly. “Oh?” one woman asked. Dominic’s hand moved tighter around my waist. “My life would be meaningless without this woman.” The room went quiet for a second and my breath caught slightly as he pulled me in closer.

Dominic had already chosen his wife over her. She picked the folder up and opened it. Inside a clear plastic bag was a stack of photographs. The first one was a wedding photo and Isadora wiped the sudden tears away. His wife was a beautiful woman and she couldn’t help but hate her. There were other photos, intimate ones showing Dominic having sex with her, photos of them laughing, sitting on a patio with Dominic, his arm around her shoulder, looking at his wife the way he looked at her. More tears welled in her eyes but this time the pain was more controlled. It wasn’t like the previous time. She flipped through all the pictures, them at the beach, at restaurants, the way his men smiled at h

His body felt warm and solid against mine. “You are strong, Cierra. Stronger than you know,” Dominic said softly into my hair. “Live for your son. That’s what matters now. You have to keep going for him.” I pulled back a little, looking up at him through my tears. “Why are you being pitiful to me?” I asked, my voice small and confused. Dominic’s eyes softened. “Because you are my rightful wife,” he said quietly. I pulled away completely, stepping back. “No. No, I’m not your wife. I do not belong to your bloody world!” I said, shaking my head.

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

her frown deepened “It’s just a little discipline a husband gives to his wife” Nuella wanted to ask if it was how he disciplined her grandmother but she refrained from saying such since that would only make him remember her and feel sad. “Really?” “Yes” Oliver answered as he came down the stairs Nuella turned towards him and frowned at him “Is that what the scriptures told husbands?” Nuella widened her eyes at her own statement. Oliver and her grandfather gave her a shocked look. “Says the wife that doesn’t have a single Bible”

When he lifted his eyes to me and caught me watching, he gave me crooked smile. "I just want to say, Vee, I love watching your pussy so much." Over me, Dominic grunted disapprovingly. "Is that why you painted her naked and hung her painting in your private attic." I froze. How did Dominic know about that? Gaius also had a shocked expression on his face as well and I almost thought both me were about to resume their fight, but then Dominic spoke. "If you know you want to have that pussy, you can't go easy on her." My husband reached forward and fumbled one of my boobs, squeezing my puckered nipples so hard, my pussy squeezed out a hot trail of wetness. "My wife loves it hard and punishing."

he asked, voice low. Nico blinked, just once. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” Domonic said, stepping away from his chair. “She’s not your maid, Nico. She’s your wife. You think you can talk to her like that in front of us and we won’t say anything?” “I think,” Nico said with a slow, icy calm, “that what happens between my wife and I is none of your business.” Domonic laughed, once, sharp and bitter. “You made it our business the second you started letting some spoiled brat treat her like shit while you stood by and watched.”