Domineering Novels & Stories

“You should be with her. She’s perfect. She’s everything you wanted. I’m just... I’m too old for this game.” “I decide who I want,” Dominic growls, his eyes darkening until they are pure obsidian. He presses his weight into her, making her feel every inch of his dominance. “And right now, I want to teach you why you should never, ever break my rules.” Before she can blink, he hoists her up with a grunt of exertion. Her skirt bunches high as he slams her down onto the edge of the cold marble vanity. He steps between her knees, his thighs spreading hers wide, his presence an absolute, crushing weight.

And in the next training session we torture all those betrayers. For a fact her mother set a tray full of treats for her. Her father and brother walked in, her father going straight towards her mother landing a loud on the crown of her head. While her and Brandon never failed to be disgusted by the sight even though it is literally a routine and of course her mother blushed like every time. Their parents never failed to amaze them, a love so deep, how and why is residing questions in both of their minds. Maybe it was the mate bond and that is why they both seemed to wish a love a little different and one that feels independent, which isn’t forced on them, literally. But they also respected

“That’s how these things work, isn’t it? Single combat, winner takes all?” “If he does so, it means death for him,” Dominic replied, and there was no arrogance in his voice, just simple statement of fact. “He knows that he’s no match for me. He’s strong, experienced, and cunning, but he lacks what’s needed to defeat me in single combat. So instead he schemes and manipulates, trying to undermine my authority in a thousand small ways.”

towering over her, his presence overwhelming. "You sure you want this?" Dominic asked, his voice rough and low. "I don't go easy on anyone. Not even pretty girls who are in way over their heads." "I'm sure," Cass said, meeting his eyes. "Don't hold back. I want everything you've got." Something flickered in Dominic's eyes....respect, maybe. Or hunger. "Then you'll get it," he said. "And afterward, when you're broken and bleeding, I'm going to claim you the way winners claim the defeated here. You understand what that means?"

Dominic’s gaze hardened slightly. “The fact that her recommendations frequently align with my decisions does not indicate undue influence.” He paused. “It indicates that I hired someone who understands the strategy.” A faint murmur moved through the chamber. Dominic continued. “Let me also make something else very clear.” Now his voice carried a subtle edge. “If anyone in this room believes my decisions can be manipulated by personal attachment…” His gaze moved slowly across the Dominion delegation. “They fundamentally misunderstand how I operate.” Silence. Complete silence. I felt my chest tighten. Not because of what he said. But because of how firmly he said it. There was no hesitation. N

“ DOMINIC- “ She squirted out once again. Her eyes rolled back as she felt her vision getting blurry. Her hairs sticking to her body , her lips parted , her cheeks red and her eyes , teary and swollen. She looked like a piece of art and one thing for sure …………………… she was his sinful desire. He was gonna have her one way or another. She was his and he was her master. She belonged to him and only him and anyone else even trying to get her was gonna meet the deadly him. He was obsessed with her. Possessed . He was way dominant , way aggressive , way possessive and way protective when it came to her and he was desireful for her. He was not gonna let anyone take her away. He made sure she also un

A tool, a maid, something to be used and discarded. But why did she suddenly stir this desire in him? Dominique shook his head, forcing himself to snap out of it. He wasn’t like his father, ruled by emotions or weakness. He was strong, powerful, and in control. With that reminder, he slipped back into his cold, dominating persona. As he approached, Aurora turned, her eyes widening as she saw him coming. His imposing figure loomed over her, his face hard and unreadable. “I’ve been looking for you,” Dominique said, his voice dripping with malice.

“We are here to control direction.” Every word was Measured.. “We focus on long term dominance. Not temporary wins.” She paused. Then added softly, “Power does not need to announce itself. It simply… exists.” Silence. Then and eruption of applause. Dominic didn’t clap. He couldn’t. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for water. “Sir?” his assistant whispered. Dominic did not answer him and just kept on drinking. “She’s alive…” he thought. “She’s married…to that bastard”

' I asked curiously. He took the book from me and explained. 'The Dom or the Dominant is the person whether male/female, who takes control and gives commands in a BDSM relationship or scene. In our relationship, I am the Dom and people like me are typically the ones who initiate and guide the activities, setting boundaries and ensuring the submissive's safety and consent.

In fact, everything in the room went still, even the air. Then he slowly turned to me, and that was when our eyes met. So this is Dominic. This man didn’t need to raise his voice or bare his fangs to dominate a room. He simply existed, and everything else adjusted around him. His gaze swept over me in one assessment, taking in every detail before settling back on my face coldly. “You have nerve,” he said at last. “Making demands in my territory.” “You refused to do the right thing by turning,” I added.