Dominated By Her Novels & Stories

“Our cum is right here. Mixed inside you.” She stares up at me and bites her lip. “God, the way you just…Like talk to me about…” I shrug. “I want what I want. I say what I think.” She gets quiet. "Have you ever considered that you like to be dominated?” She blinks. “No, but the minute I met you, I knew I wanted it.” She is just so honest. It’s what I love about her. I’m rubbing my hands along her body slowly but firmly.

she went towards the island, taking her cup of coffee. "I'm not like him. I can't lie, I like being dominant in bed," she smiled, "but I'm not a sadist and will certainly not hurt you. Physically nor emotionally. However, I don't like sharing," she turned around, walking towards the stove, "I don't forbid you from talking to other males, but flirting is not acceptable by me," she nodded.

I said to him while using my right hand to mess up with my hair. “You heard Dominic right, she’s nobody prisoner but him, so the earlier you understand the better for all of us” he says softly. I huffed in annoyance, I don’t accept defeat easily, I noticed she’s all Dominic thinks about but not anymore. I promise I would make her life miserable on this trip, who does she think she is to let Dominic stress about her. Dominic should have only me on his mind, his only mine and I swear to marry him someday and it’s going to happen and anybody that gets in the way would be eliminated.

I remain silent, allowing her to speak. “And almost every time, it became the same thing.” “What thing?” I ask. “Control.” The word comes out quietly, and I watch the disgust on her face. “They wanted to dominate me.” Her voice becomes more bitter. “They wanted to tell me how I should dress. Who I should talk to. Where I should go. What I should do. What I shouldn't do.” She laughs without humor. “And the moment they realized I wasn't going to obey, suddenly I became difficult.”

He had been trained his whole life to command, not to feel. “She was just a girl,” Dominus went on quietly, his voice shaking now. “Too gentle for my world. Too quiet. She never argued. Never shouted. Even when I was cruel, she just… looked at me like she understood me. Like she saw something in me worth forgiving. Every time I forced her, she never complained; she just stayed back and let me do whatever I wanted to with her body.”

But she doesn't She just looks doen nervously. God she drives me crazy, in a good way. I tilt her chin up and she looks up at me with her huge doe eyes. Fuck it. I gentle brush my lips against hers, waiting for her to push me away. She still hasn't. She closes her eyes instead. Good Then I gently place my lips against her plump ones. To say that's the best moment of my life is an understatement. And it's just a kiss.

Did she know a dominant woman? “I wouldn’t be against it. Who do you have in mind?” My hand ran under my bikini bottoms at the thought of it. I had no modesty in front of Laurie anymore, not after she took pictures of me playing with my pussy. “I’m a switch. That means that I enjoy being dominated and dominating others. I don’t have time for a full-time relationship this year, but I’d love to dominate you.” The thought of being controlled by Laurie was almost laughable compared to Tim, but I was willing to give it a try. Little did I know…

Her body tuned to mine, and she needed me. It was the most spectacular sight I’d seen in ages. I needed to know how far my Dove would go. She ate the partial meal I’d offered and wore the clothes I’d laid out for her. She didn’t question my command, just fell into it out of instinct. I wondered how many dominants she’d been with. I pushed that thought right out. The way she responded to me was only for me, and fuck whatever game my mother was playing and winning. I was going to make her mine.

she said. I walked her back to the hall and then went to find Dominic, who was in the study, and I told him. I watched his face receive it with the controlled quality I knew well, and then—in the way he sometimes allowed now, in private, with me—let the control slip for a moment, and what was underneath was very quiet. Very still. "A great-grandmother," he said. "She's ninety-one," I said. "She came alone." He looked at his hands. Then out the window at the forest that had become his and his alone at twenty-five, that he had been governing with the precision and the care and the loneliness of someone who had understood himself to have no biological anchor. "What do I say to her?"

"In that case, consider it done." I felt a flicker of irritation at her arrogance. "Do not be so cocky. Dominic is not so easy to mess with. He is not like the other men you have tricked. He is smart, careful, and he has resources that you cannot even imagine. One wrong move and he will destroy you before you even know what hit you." She got up from the bed and began to pick up her clothes one after the other, slipping her bra back over her shoulders, pulling her shorts up her thighs, her movements unhurried and deliberate.