Dominating Husband Novels & Stories

Slightly unsure, I do it a little slow, feeling Dominik tangle his fingers in my hair, and as he maca a steady rhythm to my movements. "You do it so well Victoria..." Dominik says to me, apparently really enjoying what I do. Curious, I look up, watching Dominik from my position. With his eyes closed, my husband lets out heavy, thick gasps to the rhythm of the licks I give over his manhood, as he keeps one of his hands on my head, and seems to be dying of pleasure from what I'm doing. I'm not going to lie, I love Dominik's face when we make love, he looks so fierce and manly, always demanding me to keep going and give him more pleasure, I love seeing my husband like this.

He will always be my fate, mate. I may be half-demon and can have multiple spouses, but I'm the type who sticks with one man in my life. It's good that Dad never had any other wives after Mom died. That shows how faithful and committed he is toward their marriage. I've watched shows or films about polygamy, and I hate having more than one wife. A man with two or three wives is exhausting. You have to deal with arguments, favoritism, and jealousy. Tears started to fall again—Dominic bent to kiss each corner of my eyes and rest his head on mine.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

Did she think she was living in a fairy tale and that they were a normal married couple who loved and respected each other? Belladonna became even more confused and kept struggling under his weight. Her breath was gasping, her chest rising and falling. Her wrists began to turn red from his strong grip, which pinned her down on the bed. She wondered to herself, was he really her husband? Why was he treating her so violently? The way Dominic treated Belladonna was typical of him— violent in their sex life.

“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.”

“If you don’t accept, Danika, I will throw you out. And I’ll send my son after you. He can use you, ruin you, and toss you aside like trash. Maybe then he’ll finally stop fantasizing about you.” I'd rather slit my wrists. I glance at him, at his serious, murderous expression. Is this what his wife saw seconds before she was murdered? Was she simply looking for a soft touch from another male, one that her husband couldn't provide? “You have twenty-four hours,” he snaps. “I’ll inform the dominants.” “Yes, Sir,” I manage to reply.

Killian shook his head, clearly disappointed. And I was too. Dominic’s mind was only filled with terrible things and never the good stuff. “You can save your lecture for someone who actually cares to listen. I have a battle to fight and my wife stays home, that is final.” Dominic maintained. Just as he was about to walk away, Killian snorted. “Your wife? I’m glad you called her that and not by her name because she could go if she just leaves you. That way, you won’t have so much control over her.”

“You think I know nothing about my wife? Are you calling me incompetent?” My father stiffened. “You’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t—” Another slap. Harder this time. Louder. Brutal enough that my father’s head jerked to the side and blood rushed to his cheek. I didn’t even flinch. Dominic adjusted his cuff and turned to me, his eyes flickering between that danger and the semi softer one he has for me. “I’ll ask only once, wife,” he said, voice flat and final. “What do you want done to them?”

“Stallin—like William Stallin? “Yep. Dominic's related to your dad's oldest business enemy. He looks perfect on paper, a good husband, doing well at work, ready to take over his family's business and maybe some of Stallin’s too”. Hmmmm, people that perfect on paper usually have more than one cockcroach in their cupboard, apart from him favoring the other gender. I smiled….I was pretty sure William had no idea. “So what’s the perfect son-in-law and husband hiding? Apart from the obvious one” I asked quietly.

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.”