I Was Born To Be Dominated Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Please read the following carefully; - Strong language - Explicit sexual content - BDSM and power dynamics - Taboo relationships - Emotional abuse - Violence - Manipulation and coercion - Obsessive behavior - Betrayal / Revenge This is a dark erotic romance. Love here is messy, complicated, and comes at a cost darling. Please take care of yourself while reading and know it is okay to step away if anything becomes too overwhelming and of course, overstimulating. Take a step away, breathe, and come back when you are ready. Or you can choose not to come back at all. Your mental health and comfort matter infinitely more than any chapter I have written.

“Stop it!” I feel the first strike of dominance hit my chest. It feels like someone pressing a command into my heart. Kneel. Obey. Submit. I grit my teeth. “No,” I whisper. The child moves inside me. Warmth spreads from my stomach outward. The dominance pushes again. This time harder. I gasp. Damon reaches toward me, but something stops him. “Do not interfere,” I say through clenched teeth. “You are shaking,” he says. “I am standing.”

She would face every music that would play to her life from now on. Therefore, she would have to deal with problems like a person with consciousness. The consciousness and wise brain would finally overcome the evil gangster. So, the story of Wirata suppressing and taming the Mad Dog, the brutal thug, and the Godfather Named Stefan Mackenzie would be so entertaining from the first chapter until the end, she would make sure of that!

But what could I give? What could I take from him? I trailed my fingers down his stomach, slow and deliberate, my nails scraping over his skin just enough to make him shiver. He never shivered. A slow smile curled on my lips. "At least not until I say." Silence. Heavy. Suffocating. Dominic’s chest rose and fell, his fists curling into the wall like he was struggling to breathe. Like he understood what had just happened. For the first time in his life— He belonged to someone else. He belonged to me. And God help him—he loved it.

Watching. His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. I was naked. Wet. Flushed. Fingers still between my thighs. He stepped forward. And I couldn’t breathe. --- End of Chapter One

Born By Power Book 1 Chaos And Apocalypse Chapter 1 I thought I was living the life which seemed like a blessed crumb to a hungry bird, I thought I had it all, even though I had no father--I was grateful for all, until my mom died. Now it feels like I have nothing. At this moment if I am being told that Life behold no meaning, I'd comply and agree with the statement.

The mansion echoed with my cries, his dominance claiming me. Chapter Two – Dark Dominion The study smelled of sex and power, my body sprawled across the desk, cum drying on my skin, pussy aching from his brutal initiation. The mafia boss loomed over me, his suit disheveled, cock still hard, eyes burning with unspent lust. I should have been scared, a virgin deflowered by a man who ruled with violence, but the fire in my core demanded more, my clit throbbing despite the soreness. “Still alive, little maid?” he teased, his hand sliding up my thigh, fingers brushing my swollen lips. I moaned, nodding, spreading my legs wider, inviting him back. “Good. I’m not done with you.”

Devon privately thought that Dominique was a step away from the very top, and her words carried a great deal of weight. Devon glanced at the rest of the screens while Slave R was licking Dominique's cunt and arousing her to a state of shuddering pleasure. Jeannette was working with a new slave in the oral arts room. Doing what she was told to, she was helping the new slave perfect technique at the earliest stations, laying the groundwork for the more advanced techniques.

Nevertheless, I still wanted her and couldn’t give up. Dominique loved me, and she had chosen me. She had been willing to give herself over to me. I had felt no fear from her when she had offered her life up to me. I smiled as I remembered it. She was exactly like Rose. She was defiant even when she was afraid. I couldn’t turn her because she was pregnant, and she would not want to be turned because she would lose her life with her child. Could I make her my human servant? I had never tried it before, but I knew someone who had.

"I can't understand how you think I could become submissive. He leaned back in his chair thoughtfully. "People don't become submissive. Or Dominant, for that matter. You're just born that way, like being left-handed or good at music or something. The strong ones find a way to be who they aren't in order to survive. Like you did." He looked at her steadily. "I'd love to offer you a safe place to be who you really are. Again, I don't want to talk you into anything. We can continue as we have been, just regular vanilla. As long as I don't lose you."