Domineering Novels & Stories

Dominic was a werewolf, not just any werewolf, but an Alpha, born to lead, born to conquer. His pack controlled the city’s underworld, weaving its influence through the criminal networks, the police, and the government. His business was legitimate, but his power? That was something primal, something untamed. His rivals feared him, his enemies respected him, and those who crossed him… well, they didn’t live long enough to regret it.

“You have no right to follow me. This is harassment.” Dominic chuckled, low and amused. He didn’t move. “Harassment? Sweetheart you came for me. Besides, I’m simply trying to act like the dominant you liked so much on your first night here. Remember? You were so eager, so wet, so desperate. Remember how you begged me to fuck you. You whispered ‘please’ like it was a prayer. You came so hard you couldn’t stand afterward. I just want to hear those pretty moans again. One more night. That’s all I’m asking.”

He nodded. "Then let’s see how well you take orders." I stood, circling him once more, taking my time. His breathing hitched slightly when my fingertips skimmed over his back, tracing the ridges of his muscles. "You will do everything I say without hesitation," I murmured. "You will obey me completely." "Yes, Dom." I moved closer, my breath wafting against his ear. "And you will never forget who holds the power between us. Do you understand?" "Yes, Dom," he said again, his voice rough. Satisfaction curled in my chest.

In the mirror, he looked focused, dominant, completely certain of the control he had over me. A second finger followed, more insistent. A moan slipped from my lips. His free hand moved to my breast, gripping firmly enough to make me tremble. "Tell me what you want." I knew what I wanted. I wanted him inside me. But the words wouldn't come. A third finger pushed me closer to the edge, moving faster, deeper. "Axel… I'm about to—" He stopped. Abruptly. The sudden emptiness almost hurt. He turned me to face him, withdrawing his hand. His lips crashed onto mine without warning. The kiss wasn't gentle. It was possessive, demanding. His tongue claimed space, control.

agreed. Anne was brought to the center of a circle of pentagrams and triangular eye symbols as a form of occultism. All the people wearing black robes stood around Anne who was in the center of the circle, and Father who was holding a book was outside of it. As for Jack, he stood some distance away from all of them.

he seethed, tightening his grips on her body, "I damn fucking have every right on you!" "You don-" Ava started to say but Christian's hand shot up to her chin to grip tightly as he seethed, "You are my mate, honey and you are going to give me every pleasure wherever and whenever I fucking want!" Ava struggled harder under his grip, feeling pain but still fighting but his hold did not loosen even a bit, "YOU have to obey my EVERY order! Get this simple fucking thing straight inside your skull or I will fucking make you! You are mine from this moment forward."

“I want you to punish her for putting me to shame in front of all the pack members.” “Are you ordering me around now?” He glared at her. “Not on my life alpha, I dare not order you around,” she bowed her head. “I only ask that you seek justice for me.” “Justice?” he asked, the sound of papers being shuffled filling the room. She didn’t have to be told before she knew he was getting up from his seat, he towered over her small frame, and she cringed. His dominance overwhelmed her, forcing her to go on her knee.

The weight of his hold and the overwhelming sense of powerlessness engulfed her, leaving her trapped in a terrifying and suffocating situation. “What if I didn't?” he taunted, his eyes fixated on her luscious lips, a temptation that fueled his desire to quell her struggles by forcefully claiming them. His dominant nature asserted itself even more, evident in the way he held her captive beneath him. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down her spine, as she realized the depths of his dominance and the menacing power he wielded over her.

I just stare at the screen, my eyes burning, storing the data like a vault I can access later. He probably knows what I’m doing. The prick seems to know everything. I glance through the glass wall. Dominik is on a video conference, his face intent, his movements sharp and concise. He’s all cold power, making decisions that affect the lives of thousands. The casual ruthlessness is what makes him so terrifying, yet so magnetic. He is the apex predator in a field of mice, and I'm watching him hunt.

They showed a qualitative exploration of dominant/submissive roles and relationships, explaining what they are and how they work. The search described dominants as empathic and nurturing, desiring and able to take control, attentive and responsible… a perfect definition of what Damon stood for. While submissives were characterized as willing to give up control and having a desire to please. The girl couldn't help but feel like she was reading her own biography as her eyes continued to scan down the words on the bright screen.