Dominate My Husband Novels & Stories

I felt violated, disgusted. Aiden watched my reaction with sadistic satisfaction. His voice was calm, almost teasing, as he spoke again. “You became my habit.” I wanted to scream, to lash out, but I was too stunned. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This man—my husband—had been watching me, controlling me, and now he was twisting the narrative to make it seem like I was the one in the wrong. His possessiveness was suffocating, and no matter how much I argued, he always found a way to make me feel small, insignificant.

He teased, gesturing for me to come closer with his two fingers, his domineering voice held me in a trance, my legs moved at his command, it was as if I was under a spell. “Am I wet, Yes? Am I wet for you? Nope, I don't think so. You know, Big Drive is also very attractive, maybe I was wet from just standing close to him.” I smirked, the sudden flip in his attitude and eyes caught me off guard, and to felt my neck being grabbed by a sudden force, it was at this moment I realized that my husband could easily snap my neck if he wished.

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.

I reluctantly gave in. "You didn't have a choice Nicole. Your job is to submit to me wife"he cockily replied. My mouth were parted at his conceited and dominating reply. "Can you for once stop being too controlling Raphael" I muttered underneath my breath as we turned our direction back to the villa. "I'm sorry. I can't Bella. It's just who I am" he confidentaly replied without flickering an eyelid. I was so shocked. When did my husband become too dominating?

I shook my head quickly, like that would reset whatever was going on inside me, and stepped fully into the closet, grabbing something from my side without overthinking it, something a little too fitted, a little too… intentional, and I slipped it on quickly, adjusting it in the mirror with a small nod. “Alright,” I said under my breath, eyeing my reflection. “Let’s get breakfast.” A pause. “And piss off a controlling, perfectionist husband while you’re at it.” DOMINIC I have come to the grim conclusion that my wife has the destructive energy of a world war and the emotional IQ of a plastic flower. And while I pride myself in being a man in control concerning all the happenings in my life—emo

“Thank god. He was so sweet at first. Then he walked into the dressing room, I could have sworn the man was vibrating with rage, but from the look of you I can see it was lust.” Blushing, I shake my head. “No, you had it right the first time. It was rage.” Her eyes run over me. “Ah, he’s one of those.” She sighs. “My husband is the same. Kind of a daddy dom. Spanking, punishment, using you, leaving you gasping for air when you’re bad. But when you’re a good girl he takes care of everything you could possibly need or want—even things you don’t think of yourself. Then he also makes you come so hard you see stars.”

Then the subject moved to his divorce. “My wife is very dominating and controlling,” he was explaining. “She knows what she wants, but she doesn’t care about the consequences.” “Well, that’s better than being shy and quiet, isn’t it?” I laughed then looked down. “No,” he put a finger on my chin and made me face him, “I get to learn new things about you. Especially after today.” “Well,” I slid a little closer to him, “maybe after dinner you’ll get to discover more.” I rubbed my leg up and down his.

You Are My Submissive And I Am Your Domino So, You Must Submit To My Command!. Britney's POV. Marrying the sweetest and coolest guy in the pack was a mere formality, but what I truly craved was a mate who could dominate me in every way possible. Someone who could fuck me relentlessly, make me beg for more, and bring me to the brink of ecstasy with just one touch. I needed a man who could make me forget all about the spineless mommy's boy I had foolishly married.

I entered and saw him seated already with his back facing me. ‘How may I help you?’ I asked, making him turn his back at me. He still looked scary as always. He looked so intimidating and scary. Someone who did not know him would think he had once served in the military. He looked at me with a demeaning look. I saw a slight hint of disappointment in his eyes and disapproval. ‘I heard your wife is not staying under the same roof with you right now’ he said. Of course he knew, he always stalked everything I did, and now he is stalking my marriage. I expected nothing less.

“You don’t get to do this anymore.” “Do what?” His voice was deceptively soft. “Control me,” I snapped. “I don’t belong to you.” Something flickered in his eyes, anger, hurt, something else I couldn’t name. “You’re still my wife.” I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Not for long.” Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. “You think Redmond is some kind of savior, don't you?” I let out a breathy laugh. “No Steve, I don't need a savior, I'm saving myself” my voice dropping just enough for only him to hear.