Dominant Wife Story Novels & Stories

“What about your future?” “That Asian woman that you just saw ... that is his future. Trust me she is the new Czarina. Boris loves to see his wife get dominated by a strong woman. After that, he falls in love with the strong woman so that he could turn her into his bitch. Once he has turned the dominant into the submissive, he gets another dominant in the bedroom to fuck his bitch and then she becomes his new wife. This cycle will never end and that Asian woman is his new wife even though she herself does not know it yet.”

Ralph sucked Rara’s bottom lip between his teeth as his hands strayed from her hips to the upper part of her thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. "Understand something," Ralph growled lowly against her lips. "You’re now our wife, no longer a daughter or sister but ‘ours’.” As one hand held her thigh, the other crept one hand held her thigh, the other crept up her flat stomach and possessively grabbed her plump bare breast. "I did you a favour. Your whore of a sister was eventually going to betray you, topolìno. This world is fucking selfish, it wouldn’t think twice before eating you up, then why are you feeling remorse for a wench who was ready to kill you to save her skin." Ralph continue

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

“Grimaldi’s wife is stunning. Young enough to be his daughter, eh? He always had a taste for the sensational.” “Be careful, Leo. Dominik is a territorial son of a bitch. He may not believe in monogamy, judging by how he treats everyone else’s partner like they’re single, but I’ve heard he’s very possessive of his wife. She must have a golden cunt or something.” The pieces click into place. The envy of the wives. The whispers of me not knowing what I’m missing out on. Dominik treating the women like they’re single. It can only mean one thing.

“Let me take you into my office where it’s private. I’ll have your clothes brought down so you can dress. Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?” She began to quietly weep once more, each tear like a dagger to Ken’s heart. Ignoring Ken, Damon carried her swiftly from the common room and Ken followed behind, feeling the stares of the entire room as they gazed at him in disgust. Safe, sane, consensual. He’d managed to single-handedly violate all three hallmarks of the Dominant/submissive lifestyle. And now his beautiful wife had paid for his mistake. Just another in the dozens of times he’d failed her in their five-year marriage. Apparently he could do nothing right when it came to h

"I think for a long time in our marriage, I was shorthand for his success, in the sense that my needs and my career mattered less than whatever he was building. I don't think that danger ever fully disappears just because you've both changed. I think you have to keep actively refusing it, project by project, decision by decision." "I'd add that we made a rule early on," Adrian said, picking up naturally from where she'd left off. "Separate material, separate credit, no joint narrative unless both of us specifically choose it, the way we chose this Q&A today. I think the temptation to let one person's story absorb the other's is always there, especially in a marriage, and especially when one

I held him through the night terrors, wiped the blood from his hands, sat with him in silence when the world felt like it was closing in. With me by his side, Luca crawled out of hell. His voice came back rough, gravelly, permanently scarred. And it took him only one year to hunt down every traitor in the family, to take his rightful place as Don of the Vitali Family, the unchallenged Capo dei Capi of the Sicilian underworld. I was the one he kissed, touched, loved in the dead of night, when the world outside didn’t exist. But never in my worst nightmares did I imagine that the first thing he’d do, once he held all the power, was sign a legally binding marriage contract with the woman who’d

I said while sipping my can. "Oh come on! It's not like you never told me your sex life" He said. "It is different now, You are asking about my sex life with my wife," I said. "Okay, Someone doesn't want people to know about his wife....hmm...I didn't know you are a possessive type of husband." He said with a teasing grin on his face. "She is different from what I taught or maybe I am wrong...I can not read what's going on in her mind. Sometimes she acts stubborn and sometimes cute and naive as well," I said to Kane.

For a long moment he said nothing at all, and the silence between them felt worse than any shouting match they'd ever had. "Sophia's had this for months," he said eventually, not looking at her. "Maybe longer. Which means Whitmore's had it just as long. Which means my rival has been sitting on a story that makes my wife look like a liar and me look like a man who can't tell the difference, waiting for the exact moment it would do the most damage." "I know." "And instead of telling me the truth, you let me walk into a public statement in an hour with no idea what I'm defending."