Dominating Husband Novels & Stories

“I never did.” “But, I do.” He paused for two seconds to see if Luciana had something to say but she didn't interrupt, then he continued. “A lot, mum. Your opinion isn't important in my marriage. She is my wife so whatever issues you're having with Kathleen it's for you to deal with, it's none of my flaming business. I'm sorry, but Henrietta is my ex wife and Charlene is my wife!” She was stunned by his outburst, he leaped up abruptly. “What the hell are you saying, Richard? This is about Miguel.”

I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she saw I already knew about it, thanks to Alex keeping me subtly looped in on her accomplishments. My wife has no idea about my true business dealings. To her, I'm just her goofy, underachieving husband puttering around the house all day in my ratty flannel pajamas while she goes out conquering the corporate world. She assumes I live entirely off her wealth and success. If only she knew the truth...that I was the silent force behind Venture Enterprises, a sprawling technology conglomerate on the cusp of dominating the industry. That the bumbling, artistic persona I portrayed was carefully cultivated to throw observers off the trail.

I bet my face is red. Damn, why have I been nervous around my husband lately? He brings different vibes than the usually ′gentle family man′ vibes, more like ′dominating'. Does it sin if I cheat with this new version of Dominic? The last time I felt him so dominant was when we were still dating. After marriage, he never looked so dominating like this anymore, I swear. He is usually just like another gentle husband out there. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

His husband’s crowning achievement, meticulously curated, ruthlessly controlled. Like Leo himself. A large, warm hand settled possessively on the nape of his neck. Leo didn’t flinch; he’d learned stillness was safest. He turned, offering Dominic Rossi a smile perfected over four years of marriage. It felt brittle on his lips. “Darling,” Dominic murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Leo’s bones. Dominic was fifty to Leo’s twenty-eight, a man carved from power and expensive tailoring. His dark hair was impeccably silvered at the temples, his eyes the color of flint. Handsome, in a way that spoke of ruthless ambition rather than warmth. “Circulating beautifully, as always. You

The husband and wife were in the room now. Lyra hastily pulled him down from the rooftop. With haste, and still faithful tears flow. Dominic knew where their sex was going. Sex in a hurry for the sake of burying grief. Lyra moved more actively. Very aggressive. The woman is very domineering now. Dominic’s position was half lying down, with Lyra sitting on his lap. Kiss each other wildly. Lyra’s tongue went into his mouth. Dominic’s neat rows of white teeth, cheeks, the roof of his mouth, and then tongues entangle with each other. Let it be if by dominating like this it can erase all the pain that his wife feels. It didn’t matter that his body was tired and wanted to clean himself up and then

“Or else I am going to tell the whole world how much of a terrible husband you are. Trust me, I am your closest friend and the media is going to eat up my words.” “You don’t want any stain on your reputation, not with the magnitude of deals we are pursuing this year.” Dominic replied to him, keeping his gaze trained on him. I was impressed with how well Dominic stood up to him. Both men were of the same height and even though Blake was more popularly known and richer, Dominic had the same domineering aura as him and I loved it.

The top was slit down showing a lot of cleavage and was clingy, showing off my big, stiff nipples. "If it's not prying too much, might I ask how you started this relationship with your husband." "Of course. I tend to read these naughty romances. Lately, I became interested in the type in which someone is enslaved and made to serve dominant men or women. My husband became intrigued by my fascination with these types of stories. He asked if I'd like to experience it for myself, and the rest is history, as they say." "So, your husband became your dominant, and you have to do as he says?"

SOPHIA "What kind of proposition?" Dominic leans closer, his lips brushing my ear. "Let us show you what it feels like to be wanted. Really, truly wanted. Let us devour you the way your husband never did." My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. Every logical part of my brain is screaming at me to run — I don't know these men, this is insane, I've never done anything like this in my life. But logic hasn't gotten me very far, has it? Logic got me a seven-year marriage to a man who was dreaming about cock the entire time.

“It is simple. I got my husband under Dominion in six months. Your mother got your father under Dominion in one year. Your weakness irritates me.” I looked away before I said something reckless. “A woman without authority becomes decoration in her own household. Your staff should fear disappointing you. Your in-laws should orbit your approval. Your mate should never emotionally drift far enough to destabilize.” I stayed quiet. “You allowed too many emotional variables to remain active. You let a mere surrogate survive long enough to become important.” I clenched my hands harder. “There was interference, and you know this. The poison should have done the job.” “Excuses upon excuses. That’s al

Elena's POV. I married a dominant man. Adrian Black, my husband treats sex the same way he treats work.. He doesn't make love, doesn't whisper sweet things, doesn't even kiss me. He just pushes me into the mattress, slides inside me with that thick, heavy cock of his, and takes what he needs. And I being the pathetic contract wife takes whatever pieces of pleasure that falls through his fingers. “F…fuck Adrian!” His hips slammed into me again making moans fly out of my mouth faster than I could swallow them.