Dominating My Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"Seems our dear cousin Tris has been hiding away quite the tasty little treat." "What's this now, coz?" his equally odious brother chimed in mockingly, reaching out to grasp and toy with a lock of my long hair. "Who might this lovely flower be that you've been keeping all to yourself?" Rage flashed dangerously in Tristan's eyes and he immediately knocked the offending hand away before pulling me protectively back against him, enveloping me in the security of his tal frame. "Bella is not your concern," Tristan bit out coldly, a commanding edge of warning in his tone I had never heard before. It sent an illicit little shiver down my spine. "Come, sweetheart, let us speak somewhere more private

Bacon never saw this side of her, he asked with a little surprise "I am your boyfriend" "Pardon, ex-boyfriend" Bacon held her hand and asked feeling a little sad "Saanvi why are you talking like this?" Saanvi asked raising her eyebrow and shrugged his hand "How do you think I should talk?"

I remember the Christmas break when he was so determined to win me back. He was a different person that week. He showed a confidence and arrogance I didn't usually see in him. I mean he was always confident in whom he was, but then he was so dominant and cocky. When he pushed my head down to suck his cock while at my father's house, instead of thinking you got some fucking nerve, I got instantly wet and rewarded his domineering move by attempting to swallow his cum, something I had only done on a couple of occasions. His power over me was overwhelming and I, of course, dumped my boyfriend, who I was just using to get back at Ken, and went back to him.

The moment we returned to Jonah's place and the door closed, he pinned me against it and kissed me deeply. I tried to push him away, but he firmly held my hands in place. It wasn't until I was almost out of breath that he finally pulled back and gently held me. "Don't push me away. I'm your boyfriend. Even if you have lost your memory for now, we'll get close again, little by little." I looked up at him, stunned. I came from a pretty average background, worlds apart from these trust fund babies. Jonah used to seem like he couldn't stand me, so I did my best to stay out of his way.

I say it really fast that it takes him a moment to catch on to what I just said. His eyes go wide, “You mean, the big scary dude is your...” he doesn’t finish his sentence and so I nod. “Yes, he’s one of my boyfriends. We all love each other.” “Does he hit you too?” He asks. “DAD!” I’m shocked that he still thinks of it that way, “Neither one of them hit me! Yes, they both dominate me, and I submit to them both. When are you going to realize that it’s nothing like what you think it is?”

I'll break every rule I've ever made just to have him inside me. "Even for mob bosses who have used condoms every single time," he says evenly, "and have been tested carefully for years?" Of course he has. Control is second nature to him. "I can show you my latest test if you want," he adds. A slow smirk spreads across my face. The fact that Dominic wants me this badly, badly enough to argue, to push, fills me with heat and something close to joy. I feel lightheaded with it. He grips his cock and slides it along my entrance, applying just enough pressure to make me ache. He glides between my folds, dragging through my wetness. My hips lift on their own, chasing the feeling.

Dom says, and my heart flutters as I glance up at him through my eyelashes. "My boyfriend's name was Nathan. He was amazing, but I know he is gone," I whisper, and Domenico's cheek twitches. "I am not sure I can say his name without wanting to kill something...You see, Taylor, your assumption of the me was wrong. I have never bedded a female...Knowing that another male has touched you... Loved you. It makes me want to go feral," Domenico explains, and my mouth falls open as I stare at him.

He was dangerous in the way my mother was dangerous. Wait— I gasped. "I’m not manipulative!" Dom rolled his eyes, flashing me a devastating smile. The one with dimples. "Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better." I huffed. "I haven’t manipulated you once." He smirked, his golden eyes darkening. "Oh please. You have a fetish for power." Heat shot through me like a fucking lightning strike. Shit. He wasn’t wrong. I loved the way he broke under my touch. The way his body responded when I was the one who controlled it. The way he let me do it.

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.

“Do you know what dominants and submissives are?” “Not really, sir.” “I am dominant. It means that I like to dominate my partners. To tell them what they can and can’t do. Tell them how to do things and so on and to punish them when they disobey. I have never had a steady relationship with this kind of power exchange because I have never met one I want that with. I have had contracted submissives, but those have only been in the controlled environment of the club I am a member of.” I pause to let this information land in her mind. Her eyes fall to her hands on my chest and her brows are furrowed in concentration as she contemplates this new information.