Dominated Novels & Stories

"Calm down, will you?" "Peace, you don't understand. I'm happy that he finally wants to introduce me to the world but then, there goes his family. They are quite infamous for always maltreating the less privileged, so I am scared." "Babe keep calm, Alex loves you and that is all that matters, Peace reassured." Oops, pardon my manners. I'm Vivian Blakes. I don't know if I should say I'm a Nigerian or just claim to be an American. Either way, I'm African-American.

I grab my phone and dialed Maya's number. "Mr King" she answered immediately. "I have a little job for you, a girl, you will see her to her need, get her cleaned up for me, highlight her about me and tell her the rules and regulations" I ordered. Maya knows what I do for a living, I am a dominant and I live under BDSM and I want a submissive. "A girl, do you mean a sub?" She asked, I didn't answer her questions. Maya has always wanted to be my sub but I refused and I'll forever refuse, she likes me, if she gets entangled with me, she'll end up heartbroken.

My name is Anthonia Obiajulum. You can shorten to Tonia and Juls. Whichever you like. I'm extremely friendly and love to talk about anything so you can always slide in the DM. This book is a work of fiction and all characters, incidents and organisations herein are fictional! This book is rated 18+. But I'll still say it again. It's not for kids please! It will contain explicit sexual content, and a lot of dirty words. I'll add more warnings if need be as the book develops.

"Then why you want to dominate another woman?" "Ah, the paradox of a switch like me. It's a very powerful feeling being a Dominant. Someone is now surrendering their power to me. I decide who and when they fuck, whether or not they get to cum; if they'll be punished for disobeying me. It's heady stuff, having that much control over another person. But with that control, comes responsibility. I'm responsible for that person's pleasure, their pain, for seeing their needs as a submissive are met so they're happy. It's why I'd give up Dominance instead of submission. I can abdicate responsibility for another person. My only responsibility as a sex slave is to do as Master wishes, to concern myse

Hannah smiled a bit as she withdrew her hand, it hurt to realise her grandmother had been through alot. "Sabryinth, aside from being a seer, is the keeper of the woods she brought you to. She is a kidemonàs. where sabyrinth is from, this means Guardian. they are the keepers of sacred grounds. A guardian doesn't always have to be a Doe. It could be a horse, or a dog, or a butterfly even. But a guardian nonetheless, and a very strong one for all that." Martha saw how Hannah took in everything she said with wide eyes and laughed.

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

I say and they all look at me with utter shock. "It is not that easy. Dwayne is a very powerful Alpha with many followers," Sophia says. "That is what he thinks," Ms. Jenny says. "What do you mean?" we all look at her in confusion. "Alpha Jace has way many followers on this pack who believe in his rightful leadership. They have just been silent all these years. None of them want Dwayne. Not even other packs like him. They would do anything to support Alpha Jace," Ms. Jenny says. I look at Sophia and then at Ms. Jenny. Sophia gives me a knowing smile. "I think it is time they came out of the shadows," Sophia says and Ms. Jenny nods.

He pulled his hand back, sliding back into his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. “Let’s see if you were actually comprehending the politics, or if you were simply pretending to care,” Dominic initiated, his tone stepping into an intimidating, calculating register. “Tell me, Rose—what did you think of the southern grain distribution plan? Or were you merely playing the quiet, submissive mate in hopes that I would soften my promise of making your year a living hell?” I swallowed the last of my food, refusing to let his physical dominance rattle the architecture of my mind. I kept my voice perfectly level, answering his query with an immaculate, flawless analysis of the figures the minister h

Asil raised his brows. “Well, if you still think that your mate is submissive, you’re in for a real surprise.” Toby couldn’t help but smile at that. “Yes. I deduced that right off.” “We who are dominant tend to think of that aspect of being a werewolf as rank: who is obeyed, who is to obey. Dominant and submissive. But it is also who is to protect and who is to be protected. A submissive wolf is not incapable of protecting himself: he can fight, he can kill as readily as any other. But a submissive doesn’t feel the need to fight—not the way a dominant does. They are a treasure in a pack. A source of purpose and of balance. Why does a dominant exist? To protect those beneath him, but protect

“The one from the screen.” Dominic’s expression shifted. Subtle. But darker. “He’s not officially part of the Consortium,” he said. Ava frowned. “Then what is he?” “A buyer.” The word made her stomach twist. “But not just any buyer,” Dominic continued. “He’s been trying to consolidate power inside the system. Buying contracts. Influencing outcomes. Taking control from within.” Ava’s fingers curled slightly. “And he wanted… me.” “Yes.” “Why?” This time, Dominic paused longer.