Dominate My Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

The man just walked straight over to me, those dark eyes locking onto mine while that dominant presence filled the space with the smell of coffee and metal. The player took my jacket off, then put those large hands in my hair to pull my head back. "You are shaking, sweetheart," Dominic said, his breath hot against my ear. "The walls," I said. "Dominic, what if someone is listening?" "Nobody saw me," my husband said. "Forget about the place. Forget about Arthur. Look at me." I looked up at my husband, wrapping my arms around him. We kissed, desperate to escape the pressure. ***

“Both of you. Tossing me back and forth like I’m some coin used for change.” “Elora...” Dante began, his tone softer now, almost pleading. I cut him off. “No. Don’t you dare. You may be my mate, but you don’t own me. And you...” I turned to Dominic, my throat tight, my eyes burning. “You call yourself my husband. You swore vows before the Moon Goddess. And this is what they mean to you?” He didn’t answer. That silence said more than words ever could. I felt something snap in me. I was still standing in that council room, but I wasn’t really there anymore. Some part of me that hoped Dominic would be a good husband to me , died.

I don't want a hurt husband while I'm protected, doesn't seem fair. - no, I have important meetings in the next few days - Christopher mutters smoothly. - Christopher, you take a lot more risks than I do. You, among us, have a lot more social importance. I'm just your wife. I can't be at peace if you're keeping me locked up here," I say. I tilt my face to find yours to look. - You are my primary concern, and I'll be fine if you're safe. No

Elena's POV. I married a dominant man. Adrian Black, my husband treats sex the same way he treats work.. He doesn't make love, doesn't whisper sweet things, doesn't even kiss me. He just pushes me into the mattress, slides inside me with that thick, heavy cock of his, and takes what he needs. And I being the pathetic contract wife takes whatever pieces of pleasure that falls through his fingers. “F…fuck Adrian!” His hips slammed into me again making moans fly out of my mouth faster than I could swallow them.

My voice rises. “A good partner should be submissive to his husband,” he says with a straight face. I almost laugh. “This from the man who ruined my life? You want submission now?” His jaw ticks. “I’m older and dominant." Now I laugh. “Delusions of grandeur. Does your therapist know how bad it’s gotten?” It’s a miracle that smoke hasn’t erupted from his ears. He raises his shoulder and chin, glaring down at me, boasting his 5ft difference. “I’m the dominant one,” he snarls. “You’ll do as I say.”

The thought gnawed at her, tearing at the fabric of her already fragile self-esteem. First her own father, most of her friends and now her husband… “Is she this unlovable? So many questions raised in her head. In this the whole time he sucked her breast hard and he was behaving like he never had sex in his entire life. The moments her body was exposed, a surge of attraction pulled him towards her. Even if he married her forcefully but right now the way he was having her it was showing how much he desired to have her but his feeling was somehow hide under his arrogance but today it came out so aggressively that he himself was totally lost into his sanity.

My dick and I like the view. I'm hers too. Body and soul. "Repeat." I demand as I pull her hair and cup her ass with my hand. I've given up trying to maintain control around her, Amelia dominates my mind every second of the day and night. She lets out an amused giggle and bats her eyes innocently. I get tougher. "What?" I crack a smile, she's being a brat on purpose right now. "Call me husband and say you're mine." "I am yours as you are mine, husband."

I order and she obeys. These days, I'm starting to get obsessed with acting like a dom. No wonder Kaden was unhappy when I restricted him from doing it with my soul mate. I have always been her rightful husband and mate. It's just that she was so much in love with him too. In love with two hot men I guess. This Dom/sub thing can be so much fun, sexually. My hand rubs across her behind, smoothing one of her cheeks. "You have such a nice ass for Daddy to punish," I tell her, slapping her behind.

"Nate, redo the divorce agreement my way. If you refuse, I'll find her no matter where she moves. Even if you drag me to the police station, I'll fight you to the end. "A mistress has no right to spend my money or sleep with my husband. "You guys, bring him back. Since he's injured, he should stay in the hospital and rest properly." "You wouldn't dare!" Nate blustered. I laughed. "What wouldn't I dare? My family hasn't even said a word yet. Do you really think that's because they don't want to get involved or because they're scared?" I patted his face. "Don't forget how I married you in the first place. I had all that money!"

The intensity of his eyes holds me captive, the darkness of them intimidates me to keep my mouth shut. “If you have forgotten, then let me remind you that your private life is not limited to you only. I have the right to know everything because I am your husband.” I look straight into his eyes and I wonder how could he say it all of a sudden. How could it come to his mind now when it did not come to his mind when I confessed my feelings to him that night? That night too he was my husband, right? And he just broke my heart. But now he wants to dominate me by calling himself my husband. Of course, he is, but he does not act like one. Then why now?