Dominant Wife Story Novels & Stories

Harry replied. "And you... You will solve the problems you have with your wife away from Deanna... I don't want to know she's involved in anything anymore... I told you many times to leave her alone," Daniel said while pointing at him. "How can you blame your brother? That woman...!" Camila began, her face flushing with anger. "That woman is MY WIFE! And she occupies a place by my side that everyone will respect!"

"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.

"I thought you were so eager for this union just two days ago. You seemed quite determined to see this through." Ava’s eyes widened. "I wasn't eager," she denied, her voice breathless. "I am only doing this for your father, nothing more." "Hmm. Is that the story we're telling?" Dominic mused. He reached out, his movements too fast for her to dodge. He grabbed her hand, his fingers circling her wrist like a shackle. "You trapped me in this marriage, Ava. You played your hand, and you won the title. And since we are officially husband and wife, I think it’s time we started behaving like it."

She immediately took back that knife and dropped it on the counter. Zia tilted her head and just smiled meekly to herself. How was it possible for her to get closer to a stranger so much in just a day? She was feeling like she had been attached to him since the very beginning or perhaps…it was really the truth. "So my wife is quite dominating and she believes in making her husband her submissive," His taunting words burnt up her face because she knew in what contrast he was saying them to her but yes….he needed to know about this if they were going to live together.

He remembered his wife. Although he was having sex with the witch thinking about his wife...giving pleasures to his wife. She was so submissive towards him. And he was the dominant one. Turning around he uttered, "Well, I am married but I am not interested in her." "She is not of my type..." he crinkled his nose. Seeing him so disinterested in his wife, Paxson let out a grin. Now she can have him all by herself. Another moment and she snapped her fingers, still smiling at him.

asks Jareth smiling. "I am not dominant." I say seriously. "You are, although I'm surprised you suppressed it for so long and even, denied it, you are a dominant woman, that's why I wondered many times if it would work." Jareth says and I look at my husband. "Why do you say that?" I ask curious. "There can't be two dominants in a relationship." Jareth replies and I pull away again to look him in the eye. "It's because they hadn't." I say smiling and he looks at me denying.

“What decisions?” His jaw tightened. “That is not your concern.” “It is if I’m being used as leverage.” His eyes sharpened. “You are not being used.” “I’m an asset, Dominic.” That did it. His hand shot out, gripping her wrist. Not painfully. But firmly enough to remind her of the difference in power. “You are my wife,” he said quietly. “Those are not the same thing.” His gaze flickered to her stomach. For a fraction of a second, something changed.

They are a family, but she can’t be Nikolai’s wife. Nikolai gets something from his drawer and gives it to her. It was only then that she noticed that Nikolai had been wearing a gold ring on his finger. “We’re a complete family, Belle. We’re married. That means you’re still my wife.” He said, giving Belle back her wedding ring.

“Watch your tone, woman. Learn how to respect your husband while you talk to him.” “What about the husband doing what he’s supposed to do then?” Natalia retorts. Noah starts to laugh, clapping his hands. “Women. All the same.” He stands up and begins to pace around. “I married you, gave you a home, a proper home, not an orphanage. I feed you, I get you the best things to wear and take you out to the best places to see the best things. We have regular intercourse. And you’re telling me to do what I’m supposed to do? As if I’m not doing it already?” He seethes.

I spend the rest of the night or more accurately the next two hours watching my wife. She's been busy, and everyone wants a word with her, I've noticed some men use their wives to approach her in hopes of getting to me but Dom's wife is quick to fend them off, she's been in the spotlight long enough to work them. Sasha is more popular than the birthday boy, about five minutes into another useless partnership offer, I notice Alessandra is gone from her previous table.