Dominant Wife Story Novels & Stories

Dante, point of view... I felt like a complete asshole for what I did, but I can’t avoid the desires of my wolf Liam, many times he is the one who dominates my whole body, since mother moon gave me my inner wolf, it has become difficult for me to control many impulses; he is rebellious and complicated, even though I am dominant. Many times, he gets aggressive and wants to do whatever he wants with my emotions.

I know the marriage is a contract but it was clearly stated that none of us must jeopardize the marriage. “What is it?” He asked, irritation etched on his face as he raised an eyebrow while shrugging off his coat. “What’s going on between you and Natalie?” I demanded, stepping closer to him. “Do you have any idea how humiliating this is for me?” Dominic sighed, rubbing his temples as if dealing with a child. “Ruby, let’s get something straight. You’re not my real wife. You’re a contract wife, a means to an end, did you perhaps forget, or is your little mind too crude to understand such information?” He asked, his voice dripping with condescension. It was the final straw.

Melina couldn't help but wonder; What made him choose her, a nobody compared to him to be his wife? At the other side of the hall sat Charlotte and her father. The beautiful woman stared at Dominic with dreamy eyes and a sheepish smile. Oh, she can already imagine the time she would become his. She can't wait for that to happen. She can't wait to be the wife of this great man and the mother of his kids. She would become the happiest woman alive when that happens. Dominic got to the stage and not wanting to bear around the bush by giving some fake heartfelt and long meaningless speech "I only have an announcement to make tonight" He headed straight to the point.

The top was slit down showing a lot of cleavage and was clingy, showing off my big, stiff nipples. "If it's not prying too much, might I ask how you started this relationship with your husband." "Of course. I tend to read these naughty romances. Lately, I became interested in the type in which someone is enslaved and made to serve dominant men or women. My husband became intrigued by my fascination with these types of stories. He asked if I'd like to experience it for myself, and the rest is history, as they say." "So, your husband became your dominant, and you have to do as he says?"

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

Gwen replied, knowing she was wrong but not wanting to admit it in front of her husband. "Are you jealous of that woman?" Dominic guessed, noticing his wife's sudden change. "Jealous? No, I'm not jealous of anyone. Why should I be jealous?" Dominic smiled at his wife's obvious lie. He moved closer and kissed her passionately, as if to show that she was his true love. Gwen dared to respond to her husband's kiss, wanting to match his intensity. They were very intense, with Dominic even picking her up and seating her on the bedside table without breaking the kiss.

"And do you know who's with her and keeps deceiving you while you're at work so she can have a leisurely life? It was Dominic, your best friend, of all people! Your wife is a slut!" Mom provided information on what they discovered and her encounter with Adeline and Dominic. I couldn't stop gripping my fist while listening to her stories. I was previously aware of it, but it was still upsetting to hear it from others. My jaw also clenched as if I wanted Dominic's entire being crushed and turned into a pulp at any moment until I was content with what I had done. I want to kill him right now, with Adeline, but I should stop myself from thinking about it.

"That woman. She wanted trophy husband, not real partner. Always worried about appearances, never about feelings." "But she's back. She wants to marry him." "She wants his money and his name. Not same thing." Mrs. Kowalski meets my eyes. "Mr. Dominic is good man. Stubborn, closed off, but good heart. He just needs someone to see it." "I'm not that someone. I'm leaving after the babies are born." "We'll see," she says mysteriously. That afternoon, Dominic comes home early. I'm on the couch reading pregnancy books.

"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.

Catherine was so restless that she couldn't sleep. The thought of seeing James every morning sent a chill to her spine. She knew that the only option she had was to quit, but that also was impossible. She hissed. Determined not to tell him who she was and about their son since he had forgotten everything about her. 'I can't throw away many years of hard work just because he appeared from nowhere. That's impossible' she said to herself. Getting to the ladder of Vice president in Williams group is not a joke. She hissed again having made up her mind to deal with facing him every day. She promised herself that she would be strong for herself and her son.