Domination Storys Novels & Stories

He brought his face closer to hers and stared at her lips. “Do you understand the point of being a sub?” He whispered and her shaky breath replied to him. The vibrator was still buzzing in his hand and she wondered when was going to use it on her. “Your dominant handles everything for you, it makes you free from responsibilities.” He muttered and Xalia closed her eyes. “Open your eyes.” He ordered and she did. “Tell me a story.” “Wh… what?” She whispered. “Tell me a story. Tell me how you met Harrison.”

Gabriel says. “One of the doms isn’t much older than you are,” Dominic says. “He will be envious. He has a type, but often has to settle for close but not perfect. You are exactly his type. But he will love watching his boys play with you. He has two they are a pair of stepbrothers and they are very kinky.” “Back in college, I knew a dom who had two subs. They were twins and his older step brothers. It was rather beautiful watching the twenty year old dominate the pair of twenty six year old twins and instruct them to do things to one another,” Gabriel says.

"It's big and looks extra comfy. Perfect for forcing erring little bitches who don't know their place into submission." By the moon! Daciana's face heated up with a blush as she snarled. "You pervert! I wouldn't be caught dead having anything sexual to do with you three." Axel scoffed, folding his arms in front of his chest and leaning disturbingly close to her ears. "Oh, but you're our mate, aren't you? And it will be your duty as our mate to... Service us in bed. I'm curious to see if an Omega will have any moves different from a normal wolf."

*Warning: Graphic Content Ahead* This story contains explicit descriptions of sex, violence, and degradation. Reader discretion is advised. The content may be triggering or disturbing for some individuals. Proceed with caution. “I want her to be part of my girls,” Dominic repeated, quieter now. But darker. Dirtier. He turned the collar in his hand slowly, like he could already feel it tightening around her virgin throat. “She’ll be number four. She’ll bleed. She’ll scream. She’ll crawl.”

“You see? I told you all there was nothing. My brother was a careful and smart man, and Valentino killed him and now sits on his throne like a parasite.” “You’re crazy!” I fired, my eyes burning with rage. Dominic’s grin darkened. “Crazy rules the world, Donna.” “We’re not here for your nonsense,” I said. “You’re trying to waste our time, but we have something else, another reason we’re here.” “Whatever it is, be quick,” Dominic drawled. “You have two minutes left before you and your husband’s reign of terror ends.” “Reign of terror?” I snorted.

"I wondered. The storage room where I was hiding, some of the equipment..." "We won't lie to you about who we are," Alex said. "We're Dominants, Bella. It's part of our nature, part of what we enjoy. But dominant doesn't mean abusive. It doesn't mean forcing someone to do anything they don't want. Real dominance is built on consent, communication, and trust." "Marcus said he was dominant," Bella said quietly. "Said I needed to submit, to obey. That it was natural for women to serve men who were stronger."

“You are staring, get up from the floor, Aurora.” Dominic stated, and I looked away, he had a thousand scars on his body, I felt my heart tightened against my chest when my eyes burned with the thought of who did this to him. Dominic Ricci, the strongest man to every exist, stories about him was terrifying, the man who once controlled the city, he was the strongest mafia king to be known, the terrifying stories of how he killed those people, how he didn’t care that he did that, how he destroyed lives and how he was the king, until it was all over, the one story that changed everything, the story of how he was killed, at least that’s what everyone thought it was.

Dominik Obedience is not simply about following commands. It’s about the inevitability. Anyone can issue orders. Only true power makes them impossible to disobey. The night we just spent together was not just sex. It was a transfer of ownership, a forging of a new weapon. I drove my will into her body until she shattered, and now I need to solidify that surrender in her mind. So, this morning, I’ll show her what obedience really means. “You’ll come down to the breakfast table wearing nothing but lingerie and heels.”

He was a mystery. I tried to think on anything he had said to me that I might use to learn more. I searched the tag he used on the chat forum but that came up empty, then I thought about it. His tag, a variation on “You’re Mine” which he would say to me often, and he wanted me to call him Sir. I wasn’t so innocent that I didn’t know the term I needed to search was “Dominance”. The information was overwhelming and for hours I absorbed stories of abuse from ‘dominant personalities’ to stories of happy relationships between dominant and submissive. I read of BDSM and spanking, of restraints and whipping, pain and pleasure and so much more my head spun. Is this what he wanted from me?

But every night, after they went to bed, I'd lock my door, slip on the headset, and step into Dominic's world. The plot of the game unfolded gradually, pulling me deeper. Dominic wasn't just a sex program. There were layers... a mysterious corporate empire he ran in the virtual city, rivals who threatened to pull me into danger, and a growing emotional tether. He listened when I vented about my strict parents, the isolation. "They don't see you, baby. But I do. Every inch." Our sessions built slowly at first. Foreplay that left me wrecked. One night, he had me on my knees in the penthouse living room, city lights twinkling behind us. I'd never sucked cock before, but he guided me patiently a