Domineering Novels & Stories

“But I’d like to hear it from you. In your own words.” Dominic leaned forward slightly, folding his hands in front of him. There was something almost predatory in the way he moved, as if he were used to being in control of every situation. I couldn’t help but notice how perfectly he fit the image of the billionaire—the tailored suit, the sharp features, the cold confidence that radiated off of him. He was the embodiment of power.

She's one of the few ladies he's scared to lose. "The government just won't stop until they prey on Nintendo and all it's inhabitants." She replied as he closed his eyes. Even if he'd left Nintendo for almost a decade, revealing their way of life or luring the government to them would be over his dead body. He'd deal with Nintendo alone. Only him had the right to do that. Bibi sighed, rolling her eyes. "Can you think of something else? Destroying Nintendo is certain and that too with my last breath." She said in a whisper, placing her warm palm over his......

Smiling sweetly, she said, "Such a sharp tongue. It seems the Dowager Queen has spoiled you. All the more reason for you to be cautious and mindful of your behavior, lest you bring shame upon her. Marjorie served the Dowager Queen once as well. Let her give you some pointers in proper court etiquette. Marjorie, see to it." Marjorie, understanding the Queen’s true intent, replied, "Yes, Your Majesty." She stepped forward, ready to demonstrate, but Miranda ignored her, lifting her head proudly and turning to face the Queen. Her eyes, now raised without a trace of deference, gleamed with defiance as she gave a cold, mocking smile.

“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.

It wanted to show her exactly what 'Mate' word meant in the werewolf world. Anger was bubbling in every vein inside Christian's body. With his werewolf strength came impulse and anger. Those were his weaknesses & because he was an alpha, with all the extra strength came extended weaknesses. In that moment he wanted to give her a very live demonstration of what the 'claiming' word meant but he had to control himself. He knew she was not a werewolf. She was just a fucking, weak human. And to a human, the ways of a werewolf's lifestyle was a completely alien concept.

“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.