Domination And Submission Romance Novels & Stories

I could feel their disapproval like a chill wind, but the mate mark on my chest glowed brighter, pulsing with shared power that defied both groups. James pulled me closer on the mossy ground, his hands roaming over my body with renewed hunger. He kissed my neck where his bite had marked me, his tongue soothing the tender skin while his fingers found my wet pussy again. I spread my legs for him, inviting the next wave of energy exchange. His cock, thick and ready, pressed against my entrance once more, sliding in with a slow, deliberate push that made me arch and moan. We moved together in a rhythm that built the magic, each thrust sending waves of heat through the bond.

“That’s marriage. That’s life. Of the dynamic? No. Because it’s not a game we play occasionally—it’s woven into our love. I am the Dominant in our relationship. That doesn’t mean I boss Rafael around at breakfast, telling him how to butter his toast. It means I’m responsible for his care when we play, and he trusts me to lead, to push him to his limits safely. Outside of scenes, we are partners. He balances the budget; I organize the travel. The D/s doesn’t override the marriage; it complements it, adding a layer of depth and understanding that a vanilla relationship might never find.” Rafael squeezed her knee fondly. “Nadia’s discipline keeps me grounded. And my submission isn’t about humil

I read on. The writing was atrocious, but that wasn’t why I read it. Fifty Shades opened up my eyes to a world I never imagined existed: the dark, sensual world of dominance and submission. I swallow another gulp of beer. So how does literature influence my imagination? As a child it fueled my dreams. As an adult, it does the same. I long for a stern dominant to take me in hand, and my own literary pursuits now include reams of books dedicated to the erotic pull of dominance and submission in romance. I write fantasies with vivid detail, allowing my imagination to see no limits. In my mind, I am that woman collared by a man who loves her. I am that woman who surrenders to a powerful dominant

Another came deep in my pussy, adding a fresh hot load that mixed with everything else. The energy in the dome shifted then. More men closed in, and someone lifted me off the bench and laid me on my back on a bigger mat in the very center. Three guys climbed on me at once. One straddled my chest and slid his cock between my tits, squeezing them around his shaft and fucking them slow. Another pushed my legs wide and sank into my pussy again, with long deep strokes that hit the spot inside me perfectly. The third knelt by my head and fed me his cock, making me gag as he went balls-deep.

Bryce felt the sudden tremor ripple along Dom’s spine, his dominance momentarily shaken by the surge of pleasure. “F..fuck!” Dom screamed. Then it came pouring into Bryce's mouth. All of his cum. He let go of Bryce's hair as his cock slipped from Bryce's mouth, and with his left hand, he got hold of his half erected cock, tapping it gently in Bryce's lips still smeared with his cum, and watched as the rest of his cum escaped his cock, only to linger in Bryce's nose and eyes. Then came the command, low and edged with finality—“Swallow.”

“But you can’t run away like you did this morning! You’re lucky I found you in this situation, if otherwise, I would have—“ He stopped then smirked before leaning down, his mouth close to her ear and his breaths making her ear go numb. “…kidnap you to a secret home, bond and cage you then cut off your wings allowing you not to see anyone again, then you will only be mine alone.” Gatty's body was trembling real bad this time, from his voice she knew he would really do it. Dean has always been known for being possessive and dominant, he wouldn’t let anyone touch what is his including his business and everything, he is feared by many and was called the crazy being. His voice was low and hoarse,

he growls against my neck before planting a hot, open-mouthed kiss just below my ear. My eyes flutter shut as his lips and tongue graze that sweet spot on my neck, and just like that—it happens. The shift. The flip. We’re not in the club anymore, not really. We’re in our world. His and mine. He’s my Dom, I’m his sub, and everything else just... falls away. No small talk. No permission needed. At this point, the only thing that could stop him is if I called end scene. “Every second since that night at the restaurant…I’ve been picturing this. Fantasizing about bending you over the nearest surface and taking you right there. I almost lost my goddamn mind watching you while eating dessert, imagi

I could hear him breathing, feel the heat of his body, smell his masculine scent mixed with the faint trace of my own arousal. Daddy pushed me forward onto my stomach, then pulled my hips up so I was on my knees with my face and bound arms pressed into the mattress. My ass was raised high, pussy and tight little hole completely exposed to him. He spread my knees wider with his hands. “Such a pretty view,” he murmured, running his palms over my ass cheeks. “Daddy is going to use you hard tonight. I am going to fuck you the way I have been fantasizing about for months. No holding back. No gentle daddy. Just pure dominance.”

________ A story of two different hearts who belongs to the completely opposite world where HE is the rich, bossy and arrogant person and SHE is middle class, innocent and sweet girl. What will happen when these two heart fell in love with each other. Because its quite hard to survive in a relationship where your partner is Dominant as fuck and you are just compelled to do everything for him. because you love him. Same goes to our dear NAINA PUROHIT who fell Deeply in love with the Egoistic KUNAL SINGHANIYA. ___________________ A/N This is my very First novel on W*****d. English is not my First language so forgive me if you found any silly grammatical error.

It had been like that from the start. He was a Dominant male, I was an eager submissive. And when we were in bed, he made me aware of yearnings that I had never known existed in me. Our bodies shared a chemistry that was something old and uncontrollable. No matter how angry I was with him, no matter how furious he was with me, one touch from his large calloused hands and I was like putty. When his mouth descended on mine, seeking, I gave in to my desires and melted.