I Was Born To Be Dominated Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Any woman I wanted would be mine, completely and utterly, with just a single act of dominance. A wicked smile spread across my face as I imagined the possibilities. Jessica would be the first, but she certainly wouldn't be the last. With my newfound power, I was ready to bend any woman to my will, to make them kneel before me with just a single, dominant act. The world was my playground, and I was the king.

“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!

My heart was a tumultuous storm of confusion, fear, and a strange feeling. As Alpha Dominic led me away from the festivities, I couldn't help but feel a torrent of emotions swirling inside me. His silver eyes piercing mine. The realization that I was Dominic's mate, a position traditionally reserved for the most respected and cherished members of the pack, beta daughter or even the highest pack female warriors, was mind-boggling. And yet, there was something else—something deeper—that I needed to explain. "Dominic," I began, "you knew my name because I've always been the outcast, the human-born Omega who never shifted. Everyone in the pack knew me as the one who didn't belong, who couldn't b

The moment I stepped into my room, tears slipped down my cheeks before I could stop them. I bit down hard on my lower lip, trying to suppress the sound threatening to claw its way out of my throat. The dull burn intensified with every movement, and sitting for too long had become its own punishment. I wondered if this was all I was meant to be. Was I made only for this? To obey. To spread my legs whenever he asked. The thought hollowed me out. I'd read the rules about BDSM. I knew the roles. Nickolai would always be the Dominant.

Isabella's magnanimous withdrawal should have solved all my problems. Instead, it made me want to drag her back to my office and remind her exactly how she'd trembled under my commands just yesterday. I wanted to make her remember the way her body had responded to my voice, the way she'd gasped and arched beneath my instructions, the way she'd completely surrendered to my will despite her fears. You belong to me, I wanted to tell her. You don't get to decide when you want me and when you don't. The urge to assert my dominance, to claim what was mine by right of arrangement and conquest, burned through me with startling intensity. Every instinct I possessed screamed that Isabella Cohen was tr

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.