Domineering Novels & Stories

I took the laptop and went to the bedroom I was using. I sat on the bed and switched on the laptop. I went to g****e search and typed in the word "Dominant." According to the dictionary on G****e search, the word means to have power and control over others. I got even more confused about because I didn't know why would Bradley call himself a Dominant. That is the word he used at the gala dinner. The one where things ended up badly.

I hissed. “Enough!” Dominic’s voice boomed, the pack instinct roaring behind him. He stepped forward, tension crackling around him, wolf energy manifesting like a storm. “This ends now, Liam. You will not..” But Liam ignored him, eyes glinting as he leaned in closer. “You see, Dominic? She is everything. She is your weakness. She is the reason you will obey me. Now,” he pressed the blade further against my throat, cutting slightly, making me flinch as pain lanced through my neck, “decide. Will you kneel? Will you hand over the throne willingly?”

Dominic’s expression transformed, the last vestiges of playful desire freezing into something arctic and terrifying. "I decide when you’re in the mood," he said in a low and dangerous voice. "Because you’re my property. The moment you walked through my doors, you became mine. I own every woman in this establishment. If I want one of them to spread her legs and smile while she does it, that’s what the fuck she does." The words were meant to degrade, to put me in my place. Instead, they gave me a perverse, fiery leverage. I tilted my head, a cold smile touching my lips.

The seam pressed right against my swollen clit and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from squirming. He kept going, completely professional, but every sentence hit me like a slow stroke. “True dominance isn’t loud. It’s quiet confidence. It’s the ability to make someone want to obey without ever raising your voice.” His eyes swept the room again and paused on me—just a fraction longer than anyone else. “When a person finally stops fighting that pull… when they drop to their knees and offer themselves completely… that’s when the real dynamics begin.”

“I have to show them I am not a weakness. I'm your equal." Equal seemed to snap the final thread of Dominic's control. He bent down and tore a deep possessive roar from his chest, his lips devouring hers in a violent, unfettered kiss that tasted of metallic blood, fire and absolute domination. He didn't practise the restraint of a billionaire businessman; his tongue plundered her mouth, conquering her territory with a savage fury that melted her entire body into liquid desire.

“And you kept pulling at your jeans, just like that. Little moans slipped out, and I watched you become more and more aroused while they devised a plan to share you. You don’t remember, but afterward I threatened anyone who touched you and shot the vilest one in the leg.” I didn’t remember anything after he made me come and come again. “You asserted your dominance.” He nodded. “I was forced to. Roman doesn’t like that he has to follow my command.” “Why is that?” “Because he is a Ferrante, and above everyone in the organization who isn’t a Ferrante.” There was more. A secret, but he wasn’t going to willingly give it up. “What’s your last name?” I asked. I knew him only as Domenico or la Besti

Because right now I think it is completely useless to explain things to him. "Bend down on the table on your front and hands flattened above your head." He commanded sternly, pointing his finger at the table. I nodded meekly and strolled to the table. I bent down, resting my half body against the table and placed my hands above my head. I'm breathing heavily and my heart is racing with anticipation, I don't know why, but this side of him aroused me more. The way he commands me, gazing at me like I've to face the consequences if I refuse to comply with his orders, sent a shiver down my spine. Yes, I know this is completely insane, but his dominating personality excites me like hell. I'm not s

He chides, striking my nipple with a riding crop he had hidden behind his back, causing me to jiggle in my restraints. I release him from my mouth, still keeping my mouth open. Shit! I misunderstood, thinking he wanted me to suck him. Today, I’m truly witnessing his strictest dominant personality. A side he has never shown me before. He’s fulfilling my desires with his unwavering dominance. “Open your mouth wider.” As he commands in a firm tone, I widen my mouth for him without hesitation. He guides himself into my mouth while gripping my hair. He hasn’t even touched my crotch, and it is soaking wet from how he’s dominating me today.

He repeated with venom in his voice. “What do you mean? Aren’t I allowed?” Maxim looked taken aback. “Allowed? What the fuck for?” I tried to push him away but it was of no use. “Open relationship remember? I can fuck whoever I want.” His eyes darkened as he leaned closer. “So what? Your first idea is to fuck my best friend?” His chest was heaving with anger like he couldn’t believe what I just said. His hand tightened around my neck, leaving me gasping for breath. My core was throbbing. I had missed his show of dominance. I lived for it.

Over time, Adam's true character becomes more apparent to me. He has a rather chilly demeanor, a tendency towards anger, and a merciless nature. From my observation, it appears that all of his men are obediently following him, indicating his strong leadership. Adam is very scary, that’s all I can say. His intense gaze and threatening words left no room for further inquiry. "Does it matter?" I inquired, making a concerted effort to maintain composure and speak without any hesitation. Adam shot me a warning look once again. "I have provided you with clear information."