Dominitrix Stories Novels & Stories

This was the discipline of a man trying to destroy something because the real target is not available. I walked straight toward him. He sensed me coming but did not stop. "I need to tell you something," I said. "Then tell me." I gave him the words plainly. No softening, no preparation. I repeated exactly what Cain had shown me. Priest has Lilith. He wants the registry in exchange. He has a copy of the upload. Dominic's fists stopped in mid-air. They dropped to his sides. He stood with his back to the strike post, staring at the far wall, breathing hard through his nose.

I kept my eyes tightly shut, but I forced a bitter, mocking edge into my strained voice. “Even after you broke your women?” I whispered into the dark. “They still get wet for you? After you dismantle their minds, they still beg for the beast in your bed?” “Always,” Dominic growled, the single word a flat, unyielding absolute. A cold, dismissive thought flashed through my mind. *He’s lying.* There was no way a woman who had been systematically broken and emotionally shattered could still like a tyrant enough to become wet for him. It defied everything I knew about survival. But then again, a bitter ache tightened in my chest. *What do I know?* I was just a discarded maid who had spent her lif

“She used to say power doesn’t collapse.” “It just changes the rules of inheritance.” That line lingered. Because it didn’t sound like theory. It sounded like something learned from experience. The First Trace Bryan’s voice came through the secure line. “Dominic. I found something tied to your mother’s archived research.” Dominic didn’t respond immediately. Then: “What kind of research?” A pause. “Private governance frameworks. Restricted corporate succession models. Something called Blackthorne.” The name didn’t land like a revelation. It landed like recognition of something already half-remembered.

In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while… “Didn’t take you long,” Damien’s voice cut through the room like a whip. Elias’s eyes flew open in pure panic. He tried to yank his pants up, but Damien was already across the room, grabbing both of Elias’s wrists in one large hand and pinning them above his head against the mattress. “Don’t you fucking dare cover yourself,” Damien growled, knee shoving Elias’s thighs apart. “You were touching yourself thinking about me, weren’t you? After all that innocent act.”

“Now everything’s twisted.” Her expression softened for a heartbeat, almost pity. “Twisted?” she murmured. “No. Corrected.” The air thickened, humming with unseen gravity. Adrien’s boots sank half an inch into the ground as he tried to move. “Sera, listen to me. Dominionm she’s inside your daughter. She’s taken everything. We have to fight back.” Something like amusement passed over her face. “Dominion is a fragment,” she said. “A reflection. She was never the whole.”

Only a predator remained. "This is the chair where your father sits to rule his world, Bella," Dominic growled. His voice was like a saw cutting through wood. "Tonight, I am going to rule you in it. I am going to turn this office into a house of sin." He walked over to the desk and swept everything off it. Gold pens, crystal ash trays, and millions of dollars in contracts hit the floor. Crash! Clatter! He didn't care. He sat down in the big red leather chair and pulled me onto his lap.

Anastasia and a few others from the cleric pack were called in and it was discovered she was a hag, or evil witch, who had put a spell on Dominic. After much torture she finally admitted that she was tasked with trying to weaken us from within by taking away one of the triplet’s mates. Since Dominic was the only one that had a mate that would not fight back he was easier to prey on. It took months to break Dominic of his lust for the hag, even after she took her own life. We learned she had implanted the memories of sex with him and they had only ever been intimate once, as she needed that connection to make the memories, so she was never pregnant. He truly believed everything and still some

Xena’s iris was wide and I could recognize instantly that she was under a spell and so was I. I was surprised by her obedience. I stole a glance at Dominic’s pulsing cock and my pussy twitched. You are no longer in control, Sage. The witch’s voice whispered in my mind. Your unleashed desires have taken over. It is futile to fight it. “Dominic,” I called and instantly, the Alpha’s eyes flew open. I understood immediately. I was now in control. Dominic began to pull of his clothes as if they burned his body. I watched in awe as he stripped naked and walked towards me.

“No. We have an open relationship.” I dried my hands, and as I turned to leave, she said, “Richard and I clashed because of sex.” She had me now. Curiosity got the better of me. Bolman had said he was available. “Is he gay?” “No, I’m a dominant. So is he.” I felt the question written all over my face. “Dominant?” “I’m a dominatrix by profession,” she said. “You are?” My mind raced. Whitney and Richard were both dominant?

Tavish looked relieved. “You’re late.” “I had something to handle.” His eyes moved to Selene. She didn’t flinch. “I’m here to help,” she said. Rhydian looked at me. I nodded. He came to the table. “What did you find?” Tavish pointed to the record. “Dominion was originally created as a Council research division.” Rhydian read the page. His expression became more serious. “Mapping supernatural bonds.” “Yes.” “To prevent wars.” “Yes.”