Financial Domination Novels & Stories

They were looking for the third pillar of their empire. Sure, in the heat of the moment, Kan loved the power play. 'Get on your knees,' 'Take it all,' 'Suck me dry.' That was the bedroom. That was the game. He suspected Timothy was the type to thrive under that kind of pressure—a perfect submissive when the doors were locked and the adrenaline was high. But that was sex. He had no interest in breaking Timothy’s spirit outside those sheets. Most Doms in the District would pay a fortune to crush a guy with Timothy’s fire. They wanted to turn a lion into a house cat. But Kan and Gideon? They liked the claws.

His strong, strong hands were grasping and kneading at her breasts, anchoring her body in this delicious, helpless limbo, as he fucked her senselessly. Intimate was not the word. Love was not the word. This was domination—fierce, animalistic, mindless—and she was caught in it. She was near the edge—she couldn’t hold much longer. All this pleasure was going to tide over, soon, again. Her cries caught in her throat as she felt herself about to cum, the delicious, crashing weight pitched past the breaking point. Kade felt it too, and he seized the front of her neck with that firm, controlling hold.

Dominic didn’t look at him. His eyes never left Barren’s. “Don’t do this,” Dominic warned. Barren scoffed. “Truth hurts more than bullets.” Dominic stepped forward, voice steady and brutal. “I didn’t betray you. I saved people from you.” Barren stilled. Dominic continued, voice low and shaking with controlled rage— “You wanted the business district to run on fear. Extortion. Manipulation. Violence. You wanted to create dependency. Control.” Barren’s jaw twitched. “I wanted power.”

"Let's sit. This is going to be a long talk." We settled across from each other, and I took a moment to gather my thoughts. Bella deserved the truth, unvarnished and complete. "Nick and I are dominants," I began. "Not just in the bedroom, though that's part of it. It's who we are at our core. We need control, structure, the ability to guide and protect and possess." "Possess," she repeated. "Like property?" "No. Like partners we're responsible for. Partners we cherish and protect and build up. But yes, there's an element of possession—the need to know you're ours, that you've chosen us and committed to us exclusively."

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That, too, was a test. The hours passed quickly. I found myself drawn to texts on behavioral economics, on coercion masked as choice, on how institutions maintained control without ever appearing tyrannical. It was horrifying. It was fascinating. By midday, I understood something crucial: Dominic’s world wasn’t built on brute force. It was built on anticipation. When he returned, he didn’t ask what I’d read. He asked, “What frightened you?” I swallowed. “That most people don’t realize they’re being controlled.”

Gallagher to see if he’d be interested in being interviewed by Ashley and he’d sent her an e-mail agreeing to the interview and setting the time. “Domination?” The word, even coming casually from his lips, sent her insides quivering. He was a Dominant. Dom, for short. He commanded women to do as he bid. They became his sex slaves, doing whatever he wanted them to do. Her breath caught and she felt her insides melting. What would it be like to be controlled by him? For him to tell her to strip off her clothes, then get down on her knees in front of him and ...

Dom asked ‘’Strength, power and most of all I can make you unstoppable in the mafia world don't forget that my grandfather was once a mafia boss, and mafia runs in our blood, so I can make you mightier and ten times wealthier than you are” “And what if I say that I do not want any of the things you're offering me?” Dom asked “You don't have a choice Dominic, it's either you get married to me or no one else will have” “And who do you think you are to stand before me and threaten my man!” I lashed in anger, “Don't tell me you're the so called lover he was talking about?” She asked standing up “Yes I am and what can you do?!” I dared her in a challenging way,

“A few sips will help you relax.” “A daddy dominant is someone who likes taking care of his sub when she slips into little space. He likes making the decisions for her like when she goes to bed and what type of chores she needs to do. What punishment she gets for disobeying him or being bad,” Michel explained. “Just like you get different types of Doms, you get different types of subs.” “I try to cater for all those types but some types are extremely rare in our small town.” David smiled at us. “I’m glad to have all of you here tonight and hopefully I can help Sin unlock a few of her kinks.”

“But tonight was about you. As your Dom, my job is to give you what you need, even if you don’t know or understand that you need it. Tonight, you needed to feel what it is like to submit, to understand that when you give up control, it fulfills something inside you.” “Doesn’t that mean that anyone who is strong enough can just hold me down and do what they want and I will enjoy it?” “No, little one,” he said. “Dominance and submission is a power exchange. I can overpower you easily enough with my body, but that’s not dominance. That’s abuse and it makes me an arsehole. True dominance is when you willingly give up control to me and the only power I have is what you give me. It’s trusting me t