Dominitrix Novels & Stories

I was able to keep him stable, but it was only Katrina that could save his life. I know she could kill Melania because of her magic, but I still believe their mate bond allowed Katrina to combat Melania inside Tiberius’ mind. Will a mate bond once again be needed to save Domitilla truly? Katrina can force out the curse. I don’t doubt that for a second. My cousin is the most powerful Crone the Oscurità e Luce Coven has ever had. There isn’t anything magical she can’t do.

So, what’s the use of their pen then? I looked at Anastasha when she suddenly shouts. “Damnnnn!!! Where is my hair pen!? Who took it!!” “Hey, can someone help me find my f**king hair pen!” I looked at Natasha when she smirked. Oh my god... did she take it?? God, this is trouble! “Ehem, is this yours?” “F**k you! You took it again!! Give me that!” Anastasha come near to us and she was about to take the hair pen but Natasha raised her hand.

As she watched Layla fall further into her manipulative trap, her smile deepened. A few days ago, she had discovered that she had inherited this power. She was still mated to Damien so she was still manifesting powers that belonged to Luna. It was the power to manipulate people's minds and turn them into fanatical idiots who would spill all their deepest secrets to you. After trying it out multiple times, she found that it only worked on people who were at their vulnerable moment or just generally weak minded. She wanted more information so she targeted Layla who wasn't only close to William but had access to the meetings between the elders.

she replied, with a touch of bitterness. “Of course, but Kalti cannot tell her, cannot trust her, because the woman is a stranger in your world. She will never allow herself to believe in spirits. The elevator doors opened and the two stepped out. “So,” Damien continued. —All these things generate a great conflict, but there was a lack of something. "And have you figured out what it is yet?" “Auh. ’ They walked across the hall and out into the sunshine. “Sunscreen for you. - Your

“We’ve rejected every forced balance the universe tried to impose. We won’t play your game.” The Dictator Alex laughed softly. “You don’t have a choice. The anchor requires a duel. Dominant against submissive. The stronger role consumes the weaker. One of you will own the other forever. The timeline will stabilize into perfect symmetry.” The broken Damian dropped to his knees beside his master without being told, eyes fixed on the ground. Alex felt the pull—the echo of the dominant version inside him whispering how easy it would be to take control, to make Damian kneel permanently, to end the struggle once and for all.

"That's right. The moment you cross this threshold, you're mine. Your body, your pleasure, your pain, your service....all mine. Your only job is to obey and endure whatever I decide to give you. Do you accept this?" Alex's pussy was already wet. "Yes, Sir. I accept." "Then step inside and close the door behind you." Alex entered the penthouse and closed the door. She heard it lock automatically. "Strip," Dominic commanded. "Everything. I want to see what I own for the next week." Alex set down her bag and began removing her dress with shaking hands. The bra and panties followed. She stood naked in the middle of his penthouse, completely exposed. Dominic circled her slowly, studying every inc

"You have to believe me. Someone used my credentials." "The logs don't lie, Isabella," Dr. Hayes snapped. "And neither does the dark web. Our entire future has been auctioned off to the highest bidder under your name." The heavy glass doors at the main entrance hissed open. A sudden silence washed over the room, the kind of stillness that usually preceded a natural disaster. The rhythmic whir of a motorized wheelchair echoed against the marble floors. Vito.

I caught a glimpse of the book from her post as she pulled out a small notebook. I turned away as she swiveled her chair around and stood up. Moving beside me as we walked down the corridor. I thought about warning her about Maxwell. He had the same tastes in submissives as I did. Even though the Australian was human, there was no denying that he had the aura of a dominant. I wondered how Amelia would react to him.

“Good.” That surprised me. “You’re not worried?” “Oh, I am,” he said calmly. “But corruption inside the Dominion council is a bigger threat than my father’s anger.” Dominic activated the console again. The financial network returned to the air between us. “Then we begin here.” Vaelor leaned forward slightly. “What do you need?” Dominic’s eyes sharpened. “Access.” “To what?” “Council financial audit systems.” Vaelor raised an eyebrow. “That’s restricted.” “I know.”

“You’re strong as hell.” “Thanks,” I say, leaning on him, blood on my lips. “Love you.” “Love you too,” he says, kissing me hard, heat building as we press close in a quiet crevice, our bond like a damn wildfire. The dominion’s core is a ruined temple, relics pulsing with dark lore—Calix bound the dominion to control realms, its power waking now. Guardians swarm, hissing, “You’re not worthy!” My light and Jude’s shadows blend, burning them to ash, but I’m fading, heart weak.