Dominic Novels & Stories

The way he glanced at me with his neon eye. I wander to the far corner of the room and pat the waist-high padded bench and run my fingers over the leather. The thought depresses me. "You're a sadist? Is this the soft-will-hearted Jonathan Christopher I once knew or the new Jace De Leon that I just learned?" "I'm a Dominant; I love controlling, I like being in power." His eyes are a scorching neon, intense. "What does that mean?" I whisper. "It means I want you to surrender yourself to me, in all things willingly." I frown at him as I try to assimilate this idea.

He had heard a noise before the connection was broken, but he didn’t know if Leesa had simply hung up on him or if something had happened to her. He slammed the phone down into its cradle, then looked quickly around to see if anyone had noticed his outburst. The last thing he wanted was to draw attention to himself. Dominic was tall and slender, with dark hair speckled with gray that hung fashionably over the collar of a black polo shirt. His neatly trimmed goatee was slightly lighter in color than his hair and came to a sharp point beneath his chin. He appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties, but he was older than that—far, far older.

LHRYS'S POINT OF VIEW "Master Lhyrys! Are you really sure that you will also go to the Human Realm with the Lady?!" Dominic asked frantically. Dominic is the butler that was also thrown away with me from the Human Realm. He is a loyal servant, friend and I also consider him as a part of my family. Despite being aware of my views of him, he didn't change and still insisted on being treated as a servant instead of 'grandeur' titles such as a friend or a family. He only sees everything he does as his duties but for me, it meant a lot to even ignore and regard it as nothing.

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

I asked with worry evident in my tone, I watched him take a slow intake, “I...I’m into BDSM,” he said, making me blink in confusion, I didn’t know what to say or react, he noticed my confusion, “I’m a dominant, Clarissa!” he said, when my mind screamed what the word meant, it made me realize what he was… my eyes widened in shock, Oh my god! Author’s note:- Hello guys, please let me know your thought’s in the comments section do like the book and follow me. Love you all, Thank you, I*******m:- S.N_Nina_Arthur.

"The Sabbatic Goat." "Who the hell is that?" I blurt out, ignoring the goose bumps rising on my neck. Dominic slowly gets to his feet, bringing his eyes to mine, concentrated yet still far away. "A demon." His tone is low and deep. "He represents the sum total of the universe...male and female, good and evil, the equilibrium of the opposites," he pauses, looking down at Samuel and Laila, "the Gemini, That is why..." he trails off.

Where are you? Gosh! When Friedrich wanted to be a PAIN he was one. In capital letters. “What will it be, gentleman? Something cold or hot?” the clerk asked. “Please, one tall caramel macchiato, frappe” Dominik replied, not looking away from his phone. He was coming up with an acid response for his publicist. “Alright. Sir?” the girl behind the counter responded. “Dominik” he answered. “D-O-M-I-N-I-K” spelling it out before the woman got it wrong, they always did. He hated when they wrote it as “Dominique”.

I enjoyed it all more than I could admit it and I was somehow, a lot, even, disappointed that I couldn't get that pink-headed big monster of his and I knew he wanted it too, he wouldn't say it but I could see it in his eyes. Dominic had barely just brought a new pair of clothes from his desk's drawer and changed into that black pants and plain black long-sleeve dress shirt that hugged his taut, burly chest and shoulders perfectly before topping it with a long black coat which gave him the killer yet hot look of the devil himself until he slid those Cristal clear with gold temples on, accentuating his high cheek bone and his sharp blade jaw line that I could sw

I was taken aback by the takeaway packages that filled the island. “Hello there. Glad you could make it.” Dominic said behind me. When I turned to face him, he had changed into a pair of black jeans and black shirt. And a single gold chain to accesorize . Any ordinary man would have looked like he was about to attend a funeral but Dominic made the outfit look as sexy as hell. I put on my best Sunday smile to cover spreading blush. “I see you went ahead and ordered. What a shame because I was about to whip up something you would never forget.”

Seeing them, the man shook his head, then one of them said in a pained voice, "Wh... who... who are you?" Ignoring his question, the man now began to brush off the dust on his clothes and then comfortably sitting beside the man on his heels said, "Next time if even by mistake you ever seen troubling a girl, then I swear to your mother and sister... I will not leave you alive!" Saying this he stood up and went to his car and took his blazer and wearing it and said "And yes... You were asking na? who am I..... Listen with your fucking ears open! Kunal Singhania! Don't you dare to forget this name!"