Dominate My Husband Novels & Stories

He grabbed his head and rolled on the ground as he continued wailing. The Grandmaster Heaven Cult and his wife were his only two obsessions—they were also something that brought pain to his heart. Every time he thought of that, his head would hurt terribly. The situation was worse than death itself. Monica felt guilty when she realized that. She did not expect that her departure would cause such huge damage to the Cult Master. Then, the Cult Master slowly calmed down. He stood up and looked at Monica. “You recognize me, right? Then, do you know Monica Vaughn? Monica Vaughn is my wife. She is my wife. Do you know her?”

He tells me nonchalantly as I try to process the words. I always thought Axel was a little old school when it came to his opinion on having a wife but maybe I was wrong? “I still don’t believe you. Please! You got so angry when I refused to listen to you. You love being in control.” I argue but he just laughs. “Yes, I do like being in control. But my wife will probably have different perks, right? The only place I would like to be dominant and in control is when we are in the bedroom.” My cheeks turn crimson as images start flashing in my mind again.

The intensity…the dominance. She had been wondering how Jared and Hayden would be in bed… if Jared would be able to curb his hardheadedness. And now sh could see it just fine. The thought slid into her mind before she could stop it: Hayden flat on his back, Jared holding him down, Beck’s mouth working his cock. Her husband, the man who always had to be in control, surrendering and taken. Fuck that’d be so hot, she thought as she pressed her thighs together. Trying to ease the ache in her clit.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I never meant any disrespect.” I chuckle and shake my head. “No harm done. My husband would be very happy to hear the compliment you have given me. But I’m afraid he is a very possessive man. A dominant, whereas me, I’m a …” “Submissive?” he asks, and I shake my head. “I’m not too sure. That is why we are here. My husband is more of a master. If you get what I mean?” I say when I hear Candy chuckle in my ear and the others do, too.

I felt so used and stretched and dominated while my husband watched. It was just exactly what I wanted. And I couldn't have asked for better... You know it!

I'm going to see my husband, not someone else. I noticed my hand shaking while holding the doorknob, but I calmed myself down before smiling and opening the door. "Hon—" I stopped and couldn't speak. An unexpected incident. My husband and my sister are actually having s*x. My mouth said nothing. I took a step back and leaned against the wall, where I could hear them both moaning. I sobbed quietly while holding my chest as it tightened. Dominic, why? Why did you do this to me? Am I not enough for you? Are you still not satisfied with me?

He said. Is he trying to intimidate me? "No you don't, you monster." I walked past him to my bedside. "Try me then and see how I kill them because whether you accept it or not, you are mine. You have to know this, the sooner the better." He jumped on the bed and lied down, backing me. I scoffed and laid on my back, backing him as well. What a man! I closed my eyes and slept in anger. I just realized I married a possessive man and a control freak who loves to dominate.

I said madly looking at him to which he mocked " Oh really wife! You're forgetting who I'm. No matter what you do or say in the end you'll listen to me. After all, I always have the upper hand. " I rolled my eyes at him knowing that he was saying the truth. One glare from him and I shiver under his dominating self. He knows how to make me dance on his finger and I hate it but I can't do anything either. However, he loves me a lot as well so I let him overpower my life with his dominance because I'm also not innocent here, I know I've also dominated his life with me.

What the hell has gotten into this man? How did we get from Sunday dinner with his parents to… this? “Felix,” I manage, my voice a mix of outrage and stunned amusement, “you’ve officially lost your mind.” He looks at me—really looks, and I see it then, under the careful calm in his expression. Jealousy. Pure and sharp. Oh. So that’s what this is. “Unbelievable,” I mutter, half laughing. “This was your idea, remember? You’re the one who wanted an open marriage. You’re the one who made all the rules.”

I felt myself slipping into a haze of sensation, my mind spinning with both pleasure and the sharp awareness of him—my husband, my Alpha, the man I had been forced to marry yet couldn’t resist. Dominic’s hands moved over me, steadying, guiding, teasing, mapping my body with care and intent. “Look at me,” he demanded softly, and when I raised my eyes to meet his, the intensity in his gaze made my knees weak. “Nyla… you’re mine. Every inch, every sigh, every moan mine.”